Lustful Encounters: Becoming the Goddess' Futanari Vessel

I was still naked; however, the bracele

d've been from the thrashing I'd taken earlier but it felt different. I wa

I gave you a little treatment but it'll still take

he wore a dark blouse that fit her astounding figure spectacularly. Her thin pencil skirt was stretched around her shapely hips.

do with the sexily mature woman and less to do with

mething I didn't quite understan

hat right now, sweetheart. We'll talk about that in a little bit. Don't you have any ot

hh!" I screamed so loud that my ne

ed to dip. She placed her finger over my lips. "Shush, cher. No need to get all riled up. I'm not go

a hungry wolf. I felt scared…yet, odd

ut you

s with the mature woman that I knew from her seminar. There was a

y shoulder, "I said

s of how attractive I found her. "Y

Yeah. I did.

erybody else. You all think that I'm a freak because of how I look." I felt my

Kyah. Don

with you are those twisted little dark thoughts

an who

ctual name is Kokopelli. I ca

pelli? Why is that

y didn't tell you much

da

e. "Honey, you're half Hopi, right?" I nodded. "In

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s. Women.

ing about him that screamed "I'm gonna get you pregnant, bitch!

a

w about the man

yself down when I was walking around town but I was pretty s

writing is going better than I imagined. I never understood why people never put two and two together. But you mo

What do

out the universe. This might go ove

ka

ed upon a small portion of the truth, but for the most part, they're grasping at straws. Be

you talk

t popular religion…at least in this country. There are Zoroastrians, which are a whole crap-load of different. There were the Aztecs, Shintoism—hell, even Voodoo. There are more manners of faith than you can shake a stick at! All of them have their own beliefs and Spirits or Gods they pray to and sacrifice for. There are more branches of faith than there are blades of grass. For this small planet, the Primals have taken

was I unable to follow what she was saying? Primals? Gods? What

I don't know…vessel maybe. Yeah, let's call it a vessel. It sounds scary but it's not. All it really means is that w

y Professor

l me Calypso,

ypso, but I don't ge

ke that name. She was a dear friend of mine. I took

e na

't figured it

my hea

nd it was like I was watching the stars. "Come on, cher. You're a smart

me batshit crazy crap about Gods and the u

polite. I'm not

bulged.

You're a part of my clan so why wouldn

m not the part

ily tree…whatev

ot fol

eda. Do you children even

ass

esiod, Homer, Aesc

read Homer a

u remember Ody

the Od

alypso

who trapped Odysseu

that that moron Odysseus didn't ask for. Homer made him sound like a hero rushing to save his kingdom when in reality he was a drunk horn dog and a deadbeat dad.

some strange

ypso! Call me anything else and I'm li

Your name

, like Old man Koko, you're lucky enough to get the blessings of two different Gods. Old

more likely than not, it had to do with the fact that the clothing that she was wearing was suddenly superimposed by a shimmering see-through gown of white gossamer. When the vision ca

you're a…

are about to receive th

ess

e its already worked its way into your heart and soul, I estimate you'll feel the full effe

why

heart. Who else coul

t under

do you? Have you never wondered why p

eak. They think I'm ugly because my m

They embrace it with almost religious zeal, or they treat it as poison and distance themselves from it as far as they can. What makes you a freak is that you already have competing divine sparks inside of you. It makes people feel like something is off inside of you because the divine sparks are constantly

uh

spiritual realm, but we've both been kinda bored this last century and because we haven't found any mortal to bless in a few centuries, I proposed we cooperate and the old m

m your

re our special angel. We're going to take goo

diti

itions for Kokopelli has already been met when you were entranced

w s

Goddess of Love, baby. To give you my blessing is to give you m

, her vagina, her breasts, her lips, her eyes—everything was so beautiful that for the first time in my life, I wanted anot

-writing is working better than I expected. You're probably just about ready for the ch

glistening cunt. I wanted her pubic hair to tickle my nose. I wanted those breasts in my mouth. I wanted to bite down on those luscious lips. I wanted to nibble on her neck an

. You'll get what

on her palm that was absorbed by her vagina. She moaned. It was a pleasant sound.

k! A penis just

le cock. This is how you're going to receive your b

b-bl

t my small chest. Her nipples were hardened into points. My hard ni

accept my

disappear into the æther. I nodded before I had a chance to think, but even if I had though

nd this time her gaze went back to being one held by a wolf. "I'm going to take this cock and