Erotica Anthology #12

Shrunken Down 2 She comes with an earthquake. The ground convulses so much, it looks almost like a sign that an apocalypse is about to occur. Lassic watches helplessly as the impact of the tremor shakes down even the smallest of objects, rattling far down to the sand and gravels that are next to his feet. Loud crashing sound uproars through the horizon. He barely has enough time to react, before something dark and heavy descends upon him, blocking the sunlight for miles away from the point where he stands. Something huge and stiff closes in and grips around him, before carrying him off the ground for miles to come, way up in the air and into the sky. Everything around him blurs out just from how fast he is carried up. When he dares to take another breath in, everything stays still. He is then greeted by a large pool of striking brown. It is like a smoky quartz gem, in the shade of a black diamond. The sight is so beautiful, it takes the breath right out of him. The scenery that surrounds him completely changes. He is now so up in the sky, the color of the sky becomes so blue and vibrant. Pale columns stand around him from the far distance, looking like a fancy Greek architecture. The being that grabbed him suddenly releases him, allowing him to fall into a very soft and comfy bed. That is when he can finally see her. Those brown things turn out to be her eyes. She has sharp yet delicate eyes, her long eyelashes framing them. Her hair is consist of long waves of strawberry blondes. Her neck is slim and her body shape is slender. Her skin is fair and smooth, and she has the curves that any man kind is to die for. Evey though every about her is humongous to him, she has a very proportioned physique. Despite her size, her clothes are minimum. The bodice that holds her top together is so lacking in fabric and stretched out so much, the material looks like it is about to snap at any time, while her breasts look like they are about to spill out from the tempting restrictions at any given moment. Her outfit allows him to see see the top half of her breasts, along with the outer sides of her supply bosoms. He is already getting hard from simply seeing her. He likes his women big, but she is so unbelievably gorgeous that his body can barely contain itself. To top it off, her midsection is uncovered, and her lower half is only covered with this very thin, very small clothe. If wind is about to blow their way, he is sure that he will be able to find that she is not wearing anything underneath that piece of fabric. Golden jewelries decorate her entire body from head to toe, most likely weighting high numbers than he can imagine. Yet, they are not covering anything that is off importance, allowing all of those tempting supple meat to hang out for anyone to see. The goddess before him is also inspecting him closely, zooming through his body, before finally settling to the erection that stands out the most from his pants. Her smokey dark eyes glint with amusement, before she lowers a finger towards him, feeling him up. An audible groan escape from his lips the moment her incredible finger makes a connection with his c**k. His hot root is still covered with layers of clothes, but her touch feels like she is rubbing at him bare. “W-w-who are you?” he manages to ask in between hard, panting breathes. When she speaks, her voice is like a melody, tickling his ears and causing a shiver to erupt through his already growing hot skin. “I go by many names, but most calls me Hera.” Another chill runs through his spine, making his c**k jolts against her touch. “W— Aaaahhh! Why are you doing t-this?” He manages to ask in halfway from her steady stroking. “Where am I?” She looks at him with an indifference expression, her finger obviously preoccupied playing with his tiny prick. It is a curious thing, this human’s c**k. He is still small, yet he can have an erection his hard. It makes her want to tease his d**k even more. She continues fingering his p***s, all the way until wetness starts to stain the front of his pants. His panting grows heavier, and her sharp, detailed eyes can catch the farcical of sweats that are forming on the surface of his skin.  “I do what I please, so I have no need to explain my motives to the likes of you.” she simply says, her finger playing a steady rhythm on his pre-cumming c**k. “I’ve brought you up to the home of gods. This is my residence, and I own everything in here. Including you, my new pet.” Lassic can barely register what she is saying. He is too overwhelmed with having such a beautiful lady stroking his hard on like it is such an interesting object to play with. She looks as breathtaking and her godly aura is engulfing him. She tastes like a breath of fresh air. She smells so good, being so close to him, that it makes him think that the air that he had been breathing before is scum. God, her skin practically glows. He can not take it anymore. A man can only control himself as much, especially when being manhandled by someone who is totally his type. It does not take long before he cums in his pants, all of his seeds spilling and staining the fabric. He groans and withers underneath her touch, while her finger is a never stopping force that keeps on pleasing his hard prick. The young man spends so much of his semen in his pants that by the time it ends, his skin feels so sticky afterwards. He can not believe this! He has never wet himself before. But one finger from a goddess and she is able to drive him mad to the point of staining his own pants. This is so embarrassing! Lassic has never been humiliated like this before. He feels so degraded, but at the same time, he also can not deny that she is very skillful in what she is doing. Such a conflicting emotion! Still, he can not phantom how easily she has made him c*m, despite his usual best efforts not to do so. No matter what he thinks, her touch is way too pleasurable for him to deny cumming to. Despite having such a soft facial feature, Hera is really deviant. Even as Lassic is laying flat on the mini bed she has landed him on, she is still not satisfied with playing with her new toy. It does not matter even when she has just driven him to the point of exhaustion, because his d**k is already growing hard again so soon afterwards. “No, please. I can’t,” he pleads with her helplessly. “I’ve chosen you among the many humans there are. You should be grateful and thank me by pleasing me more.” The goddess waves her hand in the air. In a flash, his pants vanishes, along with his underwear. On second thought, so does the rest of his clothing. Strange, he is bare naked and the place is windy, but he does not even feel a little bit cold. Is it also because of her power? Lassic does not have much time to think. Not when the wind blows their air and breezes past them. The tiny cloth that hangs right in front of her p***y lifts up. At first, only slightly, before the full power of the wind pushes over, allowing the little piece of fabric to flip up. Her p***y is delicious beyond logic. She is so nicely trimmed, allowing only a little bit of stray pubic hair left. He can see her skin from down below really well, especially from this angle. Her lips are soft and pink. He gives a sharp intake of breath, allowing him to scent her out. She smells so nice and fresh, he can just inhale her scent all day and night. Before he realizes it, his d**k stands out so straight up and hard, the goddess lets out a small chuckle. God, her laughing voice sounds like ringing bells. “Look, you’re already so hard again,” Hera states teasingly. “Why, do you like the sight of my p***y? Do you want a taste?” As much as he is tempted to, especially from the seductive sight of her sensual opening, he can’t. He is already too spend to move even an ounce of his muscle. But he has to move at some point, though. The goddess is a very patient creature. The boy can deny her all he wants, but there is a limit to his body. She wants until his stomach gives off a rumbling sound before producing some food on the table next to her. She uses the very same finger she has used to humiliate him, dipping the tip right into a fruit pie and wiping up some heavy white cream. Her other hand lifts her skirt up, before slipping her cream stained finger right into her pink cunt. They look so gorgeous, permanently flushed like that. And she makes sure that the human man watches everything from where he lies down, giving him a front row seat to her p***y. He even manages to catch a glimpse of her inner walls when she makes an effort to part her labia, and his eyes widen in fascination. She looks so enticing, his c**k is practically pre-cuming, drenching his inner tights throughout yet again. “f**k!” he hisses, his tone a mix of pain and pleasure. “Yes, that’s the idea,” Hera chuckles at his reaction. The human man clearly wants her, but something his restraining him from doing whatever it is he wants to do to her. What is it? Some pathetic morality? She is break it all away and have nothing preventing from acting out on his impulses. She wants to watch him do his work, with his lust taking over his instinct. She wants to shove him so hard into her, he will c*m from the acknowledgement of it. Her p***y is getting wet just thinking about it. Hera picks him up and plops him down on the hat of her cunt. Her wild strands of pubic hair are like trees to him, grown all and large, yet so soft to the touch. Lassic can not help but extend his hand in order to feel it grazes underneath his palm. The sensation is only a small fraction of touch, yet he is able to make the goddess wets herself even more than she already is. He strokes her again, and this time she lets out a small moan. He must be effecting him. Lassic suddenly gets an idea in his head and starts picking his pace, using both hands this time, gripping and tugging at her pubic hair as revenge. She has been teasing him one-sidedly for her own pleasure, and now he is exacting what she has done to him. Serves her right. However, what Lassic done is only making the goddess s****l appetite to become stronger. If she is a deviant before, now she is in for some serious f*****g. She grabs him and lifts him up. But when she tries to pull him away, Lassic keeps his grip around the strand of her pubic hair ever so stubborning. She tugs at him, but he keeps insisting on his hold. This results in a war of tug, in which Hera wins, but not without the casually of losing one of her strands. Not that she can feel that much pain from it. She can only feel a small sting on her p***y, and it only causes more sweet sticky juices to drip from her cunt. Hera shoves Lassic right into her tight canal, presenting him with layers of whip cream to feed from. And as much as the guy wants to control himself, he can not help but to react when his stomach keeps on rumbling. In the end, he goes on all fours and start licking off the cream, grazing his tongue across her inner walls in the process. Her p***y is covered with so much cream that it takes him a lot of licking and sucking, until he can clean the whip cream off her cunt. He even manages to taste her in the process, her juice so liquidy and thick, he can simply get full from just drinking from her delicious cunt. Even after having gotten himself quite full, Lassic can not help but keep on drinking, all the way inside her birth canal until he passes her hymen. He teases her over there too, sending her so far to the edge that she screams, the sound echoing throughout the halls. When he runs out of c*m to drink from, he will just crawl in even further. The goddess Hera can feel every slight movement he makes insider her, of course. As a goddess, she can sharpen and dull her senses with ease. Especially for this occurrence, she is focusing all of her senses to her v****a walls, allowing her to feel it when he crawls his hands all over the beaded texture of her cunt. He loves the taste of her p***y so much, he is heading right straight up the opening of her uterus for more. Lassic likes to suck and nibble, especially when he finds a particularly tender spot in her v****a. He takes advantage of her altered senses and teases her canal right back. When he does that, Hera cums even more, her sticky juices flooding out in heavy waves. She has not c*m yet, but she is close. Having the young man eating her out from the depth of her p***y is not helping that much either with her self control. Lassic has no idea how much further he has climbed on from his original station. He goes further into her v****a cave until he reaches an entire different place. The meat is much more tender now, and very soft to the touch. She is so sensitive that she is practically moaning out loud from the outside. She even clenches her v****a in, causing her walls to close around him in the process. Thankfully, Lassic is pretty athletic, having able to avoid any walls caving in on him by jumping from side to side, before continuing where he is doing again. He is so turned on by her taste and the pleasure he brings to the mighty goddess, his c**k is gradually cumming into her. He must have been inside her uterus right now, there is no denying it. Lassic can not believe how deep he has ventured. He looks at the cave outside, where her c*m is drenching out in big waves again. The look like big fountains in his perspective, while her uterus feels like a safe hiding spot of a cave to him. From the looks of it, she will be coming soon. He wastes to time in pumping himself with his hand. When that is not enough, he even goes as far as sliding his length against the deepest part of her womb, causing Hera is move her hips and clenching around herself uncontrollably. Got your weak spot now! They both keep thrusting and clenching against one another, picking up their pacing up to the point where they can not handle each other’s taunting anymore. Eventually, they c*m. Both at the same time. Lassic shooting hot jets of his semen right into her reproductive system, while Hera cumming so hard, her ejaculation leaks into some parts of her uterus and manages to pushing Lassic out from her cunt, shooting him right into his bed. Her c*m rains down on him so much, he practically chokes on them. Gradually, her c*m waves eases down, and Hera has to take a sit on her throne to rest for a short while. Once they have both recovered, Hera plucks him off his bed and drops him to her asshole, where she has shoved some of the cream pie into her in there as well. His task is to clean her off at that end as well. The young man, having so lost in his own lust for her at this point, does not take much time to think and immediately go to work. Just like before, he drops on his hands and knees, before licking off her rectum. She smells amazing even down there. If it were any other female, he would not have ventured in there, but Hera rear entrance’s is clean and well-groomed, positively mouthwatering. Lassic trails his wet saliva all the way up her ass, not even trying to hide is fascination of her anymore. His flaccid c**k is slowly hardening on itself in the progress, and he thrusts his hips against her walls at some point, causing both of them to be built up in this series of heightened pleasure once more. Once he has reached the limit of her rectum, Lassic crawls back out on his own, before climbing up her ass cleavage, trailing his tongue all the way up to the start of her butt. They f**k until Lassic grows tired and passed out, his c**k pushing out c*m after c*m from just turned on she makes him feel. The goddess Hera can simply smiles down at his sleeping form, smiling mischievously, already planning out something naughty to surprise him with in her mind. When Lassic wakes up again, the goddess is standing completely bare right in front of his bed, all fabrics and gold removed. The only thing that covers her now is her long, thick hair, which only makes her bareness even much more provocative that it already is. Her skin looks so firm and supple, all he wants is to nibble on them. But if he thinks that he is going to get some action again this time, he is completely wrong. Another figure appears in his line of sight, and it turns out to be . . . another Hera? Lassic bulges his eyes in surprise, not expecting to see another one of herself again. “What is going on?” he asks, his voice dry from the nervousness. “We are going to play with you, of course,” says the third Hera, who is now stepping into the room to join them. The first Hera waves her hand, and in a flash Lassic finds himself tied down by the end of his four limbs. Both of his wrists and ankles are wrapped in silk ropes, twisted and curled around enough until it is impossible for him to break through physically, yet at the same time soft enough to not be harmful for him. The second Hera pulls out some large pebbles in her hands, displaying them right in front of his eyes, before slowly inserting them right into her cunt one by one. She makes sure that Lassic watches her, with the way her p***y seems to be swallowing the round pebbles one by one, her labia parted and her p***y lips tightening itself around the intrusion, before sliding the around balls inside bits by bits. He counts. Three. Seven. Fourteen. His c**k is already semi-hard when she inserts her twenty-first. The first Hera latches herself to his c**k, of course, while her other hand goes for his balls, alternatively playing with him. The third Hera hovers her touch over his body, going past his chest, all the way up to his mouth. She lowers the tip of her finger into his mouth, making him flicks his tongue against her skin there. He is so obedient, sucking at everything she gives to him. At some point, she will either crush some fruit into her fist, before dipping her fingers until they are stained with the sweet juices. Then she will lower her fingers towards his mouth once again, switching to a new one once he has sucked her clean. Colorful fruit liquid stains her hand by the end of the session, but even then she still can not get enough of how ticklishly pleasing he feels against her skin. Especially when he keeps flicking his tiny tongue expertly like that, swirling and getting down to the very last detail of her hand. When Lassic ejaculates, the first Hera uses his c*m to cover his prick thoroughly with his own spending. She seems to get the good kick out of it, and she even ables to make him hard so soon after cumming. She spreads his semen all over his length, not missing even a corner, before going all the way down to his balls. Lassic withers and grunts against the touch, against the restrains, but nothing he can do will be able to help him from their despicable hands. The second Hera is already in her thirty something pebbles right now, before she becomes way too full that he can even see the outline of the balls inside her stomach. Her breathing is raging at this point. She can only handles as much, before she starts making a show out of shooting the balls out one by one, cumming so hard in the process. Her c*m splashes everywhere, including to his opened mouth, parted in surprise from the good amount she releases. He watches closely as her muscles keeps on contracting, pushing out the pebbles from her sweet, sweet p***y. He likes they way she works her muscles, her inner walls clenching and shooting all the pebbles out one by one in slow, laboring motions. The original Hera shifts her fingers to his own pubic hair, nuzzling the thickness down there. Her other hand pushes away some of her long hair that covers her p***y, the fingers feeling up the forest that is nuzzling in between her legs. Lassic’s own breathing grows rage as she matches the tempo of both of her hands, all the while still tasting her delicious juice in his mouth, his tongue licking his lips. When she can not take it anymore, the second Hera vanishes his ropes and plops him down to her chest instead. Massive large breasts traps him in between in an instant. His hands immediately reaches out, gripping into the top part of her breasts when he can start feeling himself slowly sliding down. Thankfully, he manages to get a grip good enough to last him a while. “Fuih!” he blows a relieved breath. He can not stay relaxed for long though, because then the Hera clone starts moving, pushing her breasts against one another, trapping him in the process. She continues massaging her breasts with him still thrusted in between the humongous meat, rubbing him tight and hotly until he himself is not sure whether he is in heaven or hell. “Wait, stop!” he shouts out after some time. She keeps rubbing him with her breasts, until she eventually decides to stop and hear the guy out. “What gives you the right to do this, anyway? Just release me already,” he whines, too tired for her games. “How can I, when you are providing such a fun entertainment?” she replies in delight. “I don’t know. Just stop this! You can’t treat me like I am just your toy! I am a living human being,” he states sternly, her anger in his tone vibrating all the way to his grip, which at some point manages to land to her hard n****e. Hera bites her lips when he tightens his fist unawarely, causing a deliciously spiced up pain to tiggle at the sensitive flesh over there. Though as a goddess, it is not a hard task at all for her to push aside the pleasuring sensation and answers him. Her voice is still clear and unaffected when she speaks up, “So what about it? I can’t keep you, you say? Remember, you are the weak human over here. Don’t provoke me, or I might just be angry enough to eradicate you.” “You wouldn’t dare. If you do, you wouldn’t even bother to keep me in here in the first place,” he insists confidently, though his theory holds up some truth. “And what if I do? Will you be willing to wager your life in the line? I can just pick any other humans out there, you know?” Hera is not one to be messed with, and she will make sure he knows that well. “Then why aren’t you? Surely it is not fun to keep a toy that constantly rebels against you?” he oils her up. “On the contrary, it is rather amusing watching a puny human such as yourself trying to fight me off. Quite refreshing, really,” she replies sufficiently. “Well then, we shall see. How about if I do this?” There is a look of mischief in his blue eyes, before he suddenly does the unthinkable. He chomps his teeth right into her skin, taking a good bite out of her. Unfortunately, Hera is focusing all of her sharp senses over there, causing the pain to become much more unbearable than it usually does. This causes her to swap him off in reflect, making him fall. Lassic is too flabbergasted to realize that he has been knocked off from her body, no longer being withheld, and is now falling, plummeting freely towards the ground. Shoot! He didn’t really think this thoroughly. He has upset her, and now he is done for. Lassic closes her eyes as the ground closes in on his fast. But just before he makes an impact, he finds himself floating right back up. What the—? He opens his eyes, only to find that Hera has used her power to remove the gravity's influence out of his body. And now he is going up, all the way until he is standing at the same level as her eyes. This reminds him of the time when they first met, of him solely being drown by the sight of her swimming smoky eyes. She really is beautiful, especially when she is staring so deeping at him, not doing anything despicable. It makes him almost feel something he should not. His heart is beating against his ribcage fast, but he places his hand on the top of his chest, trying to calm himself. “I tell you want,” she smirks at him, somehow a mixture of calculative and amused, “I will give some a small amount of leverage, in exchange for your cooperation. How about that? But in place, you will have to make an oath to me, to not put yourself in danger anymore. Ever.” “What can you possibly over me that will make me stay?” Lassic is still stubborn even until the very end. Fine, if this is what he wants, Hera mumbles internally in resignment. “I will allow you a short visit back to earth. How does that sound? Good enough? And don’t tell me that you actually want to leave. I know you like what I am doing to you? Your c**k does not lie.” Her finger brushes against the front of his pants in emphasize, and a chill instantly rushes down to his spine. That is true, but still . . . “Is this really alright? I am, we are talking about me missing out a normal life over here. You want me to leave my chance of having kids and a future, just to commit myself to live with you as a pet? You don’t even have an ounce of respect for me. How can I ever stay?” He folds his arms underneath his chest. “You sure are quite a demanding mortal, aren’t you?” Hera c***s her eyebrow at him, tilting her head slightly. “Fine, then. You are in luck. I will offer you something you can’t refuse: immortality. This way, you can have all the time in the world you want in visiting your old world back.” In addition, she gets to enjoy him for a long time as well. But Lassic’s mind already stop working the second she mentions the ‘i’ word. Is this for real? Is she serious? She has to be, right? She is going to make him immortal? Is that even possible? Wait, she is the goddess of creation, isn’t she? So this might be something that is within her range of skills? Amazing! He can not believe this. She likes teasing his c**k so much, she is going to make him immortal, just so that she can play with his little friend for all eternity? All of this is completely surreal. The idea of meeting a god, especially one that is lusting after him such as her is already unbelievable. He never thought that becoming an immortal is just a few steps away from being achieved. Holy f**k! Holy. Freakin’. f**k. This is happening. “So, what do you say?” She waits for his answer. “T-thank you, so much! I mean, of course. Heck yeah. Who can possibly refuse such a good opportunity?” Just like before, she makes things happen in a blink of an eye. One second he is human, then the next he is immortal. Still a pet, but at least he gets an upgrade. He does not feel any much different inside, but he does become much more resilient than before. The goddess still spends her days teasing and humiliating him, touching him in places he can never imagine — and god forbid, sometimes he wishes she will never again. But Hera has her own ways to make him changes his mind, coaxing him to her lewd ways. Eventually, Lassic becomes known as her submissive little pet. — The End —