The following is, by a certain definition, a futanari/dickgirl story. It does NOT at any point feature sex with minors (individuals below the age of 18)
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Chapter 18
Genera awoke in a less than fair state. She was groggy, disoriented, and the hard ground beneath her was uncomfortable. Wrapped up once again in the rough brown robe of a priestess, she was also terribly hot.
It must have been mid morning -- how could she have been asleep for so long? Looking around, she saw she was lying in the partial shade of a bush on the eastern side of the temple grounds.
Somehow Jessica must have brought her there, under cover of night. And she had slept through all of it.
She sat up, squinting her eyes against the sunlight. The strange dreams she'd had were still fresh in her head. She felt a tumult of emotions, but was quick to remember her duty.
Rising to her feet, she made her way inside the temple, where she was sure Drea would already be waiting for her.
Once the heavy doors were shut behind her she tossed the robe onto the floor, baring her sweat slicked body. She paced around her home, searching every room and hallway. The place was deserted.
Drea's absenteeism was something she and the priestesses would have to investigate, but at that moment her first concern was to wash away the dust and perspiration she had accumulated overnight. She drew up a bath.
Running water was a rarity on the Aerotian islands, as most water was still gathered from wells. That the ancient building had been updated with modern plumbing was one of the many rare luxuries that made life in the temple so sweet... and yet, another of her worshippers was slipping through her fingers!
Perhaps if I'd been a true goddess, I would still have Laene, and Drea would remain as dedicated as she was when we began. Well, things might be different, now, if those dreams I had last night are to be believed.
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"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Laene asked. "I mean, how can you even be so sure she was lying? These are all just matters of suspicion!"
Drea lead Laene by the hand as they briskly headed toward the temple. "No, this isn't just suspicion. I was too foolish to see it, but now it's obvious. She's been faking it and now we're going to have a word with her and the priestesses. To tell them we know the truth."
They were passing by Genera's statue, the newest of the many that lined the oldest streets of the capital. Though still unfinished it was definitely taking form, becoming recognizable as her image. "What do you think we could even accomplish by doing that?"
"We can put a stop to this. An end to the lies, of one person being worshipped while the rest of us are mere peasants! She's taking advantage of everyone's hope. It's wrong."
"I... suppose..."
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As Genera was stepping out of the bathtub she heard knocking on the temple's thick wooden door. She was fascinated to find that her hearing had become so acute, her mind so analytical, that she could tell by the resonance of those knocks that they belonged to the small, finely built hand of a young female. Judging by their rhythm and force that female was quite agitated.
Drea has finally come, to tell me what's kept her away for two days. This should be interesting.
Not even bothering to hurry, Genera walked over to the stand where she'd hung her worship clothes. If Drea was going to have her first meeting with a true goddess she would definitely be dressed the part. She clasped the fine golden chain around her hips, draping the long purple fabric loin cloth over her groin and rear. Another golden chain she placed around her collar, hanging a sheet of the same fabric over her breasts.
On top of her cabinet sat her jewelry. She continued the gold theme by putting on her hoop earings, as well as a gleaming armlet.
Those knocks persisted as Genera padded over to the entrance. She easily pulled the massive door open with a strength that surprised her, as well as Drea, whose hand still hung suspended in the air as she stood blinking in the doorway.
"Ah, hello Drea. It's been longer than we expected, hasn't it? And Laene! I'm glad to see you." She stepped back, "please come in." Genera noted that neither girl was dressed for worship.
"We won't need to come in. This should only take a moment," Drea said sternly.
"Oh. Well at least step inside the doorway, or you'll let all my cool air out." She beckoned for them to enter, and once they had done so shut the door behind them, more gently this time. "Drea, did you mean to wear your worship clothes?"
"No. I meant to discuss certain things which you've been keeping hidden from us. Hidden from us and the priestesses... from all of Aerotia!"
"I see," Genera said. The wheels were turning in her head, faster than they ever could before, filling in all the blanks. Drea had stopped coming to her because she'd decided she was lying about being a goddess. She'd brought Laene with her because that made them both ex-worshippers, giving them strength as a duo. Looking at Laene, though, she saw that the girl wasn't as confident as Drea in what they were about to accuse her of. It wasn't just her usual withdrawn nature; she genuinely looked like she hadn't made up her mind about the situation. "Go on, then. Let's hear it."
"You've been lying. You aren't a goddess! Not a real one... you just look like one, but you... you..."
Genera calmly adjusted her armlet, then cut off Drea's stammering accusations with a wave of her hand. "Okay, okay. Why do you think so?"
"Because I've worshipped you for half a year, and nothing that was promised to me has come true. I am the exact same girl as I was before all this began. And there's more," Drea turned to Laene, "
right
?"
"Uh, yes, there is." Laene gulped. "I, uh, saw you walking a few nights ago..."
Genera nodded slowly. She was sure she'd gone unseen all of those nights... apparently that wasn't so. "And you followed me?"
