Erotica Anthology #13

Goddess 2 (erotic body search) It has been quite a few long months ever since the last time Eris has saw her mother present. Hera has not been attending their usually morning festivities anymore, or being there when it is time for the occasional council meetings. And once they reach the third month, Eris begins to be concerned about what has really been keeping her mother away for so long. This is so unlike her. Hera is not one that is so reckless as to be away from the eyes of the public for such a long period of time. What has really happen to her mother? The court misses her. And it annoys her when the other senior gods and goddesses think that they can do just whatever they please while Eris’ mother is not present. So Eris decides to look into her goddess mother’s domain, in an attempt to figure out what has been keeping her away. Unfortunately, the daughter comes at the wrong time, where her mother just happens to be away. However, the daughter’s efforts do not go to waste entirely, as Eris discovers something else entirely different in her mother’s dwelling. She is definitely is not expecting this, but there lies a small creature on the stand next to her mother’ bed. The human is thin and frail in her eyes, with shocking white hair gathering on the top of his head. Approaching closer in curious steps, Eris eyes the creature intensely, before deciding to poke her fingers at it. The sleeping form mumbles incoherently. Eris pokes again, but this time the pressure is twice as much, causing the small being to wake up abruptly. Lassic is just taking a peaceful nap, utilizing the rare time where Hera is away. The goddess is merciless when it comes down to taking him for pleasure. He has been yanked up and down until he can not tell which way is right anymore. Hera f***s and plays with him whenever she pleases, which entails every single hour of a day. If it is not thanks to her so called “blessing”, there is no way a normal human like Lassic can keep up with her s****l appetite. Hera has put some magic on him, which allows his energy to restore whenever he feels drained, and that includes allowing his d**k to sport another hard on just as soon as he has cummed. When he feels something poking at him to wake, Lassic tries to ignore it, not willing to be awaken so soon just yet. He still has a lot of catching up to do with his sleeping time. Being a god has its perks — which unfortunately becomes his enemy. Hera is not easily tired, even when she rarely uses her powers to sustain herself. She has been working him physically and mentally for many days to come until he loses track of time. The goddess also likes to enter his dream and disrupt it by making s****l interference inside it, which tends to cause Lassic to wake up basking in his own sperm. But now he opens his eyes, only to lock eyes with an entirely different person. She has some resemblances with the goddess who kidnapped him, especially on her facial structure. The difference is that her hair is more like curls of earth fiery locks, while her eyes are deep emerald green. Her skin is slightly tanner than Hera, and Lassic wonders who the female being is. This type of beauty . . . there is no doubt that she is also an extraordinary being. Who can she possibly be? A relative of Hera? Her sister? Cousin? Or perhaps . . . He can not tell for sure, because gods and goddesses are ageless, and it is difficult to determine which one is older, especially when they can manipulate on how old they look. Eris catches him off guard by placing a finger on him first — and it just happens to land on the erection he had not noticed before. Apparently, the thing has been twitching the minute she stepped in, most probably reacting to the scent she carries. Hera has trained his body so well as to react properly as she designs him to be. The twitching movements had caught her eyes, and she extends her finger out of curiosity, only to discover just how hard he has become. Lassic yelps in surprise, of course. He is just about to scramble the heck out of there, before the red haired goddess decides to sooth her touch against his hard on, pumping him up and down, bringing him closer to release. The young man has no any other choice but to comply and succumb to her advances. How can he deny this pleasure, when she is looking like that, touching him like that? Interesting. Eris watches closely as she plays with the tense erection. The more she touches it, the more addicted she becomes. Is this the reason why her mother was so preoccupied? the younger goddess wonders. But what is so good about him that she is distracted for this long? He is, afterall, nothing but a mere human. Sure he can not be that good that she is even willing to put her position as risk by being absent for so many weeks? Eris vigorously pumps the tiny c**k with her finger, the repeated movements almost done subconsciously, as she pounders in her thoughts deeply, trying to figure out what it is exactly that her mother is thinking when she favored this puny human more than her position in the court of gods. She ends up fingering his c**k until he comes. When he does, Eris looks down in amazement as she sets her eyes to her index finger, which is now coated with his warm semen. “So you’re the one who has been keeping my mother away,” she comes to a conclusion, eyes shift between her c*m stained finger and the toy on the bedstand, green eyes particularly narrowed on the now limp d**k lying in between the male human’s legs. She playfully tests the thickness, rubbing her fingers together experimentally, finding something pleasant as a result — two somethings, to be exact. Not only is his semen rich and sticky, but his c**k also raises back to live just from the sight of her playing with his contribution, going from flaccid to a partial hard on. “Impressive,” she compliments in a tone that indicates degradation, which he does not think he likes. She speaks of him as if he is nothing but a mere plaything. Lassic knows that he should have been getting used to being treated this way by now, but his heart still tingle a little. “I can see why my mother likes you.” Wait, mother? Lassic’s mind has been hazy from riding the waves of orgasm, but now that she has mentioned it the second time, something clicks in his mind. “No, you misunderstand. She took me—” He tries to explain, but she appears to be completely disinterested in hearing his explanation. “Regardless, you are in the way, and I can not let this continue on. Mother simply can not be absent from court. No hard feelings there, little fella,” she smiles sickeningly sweet, before bring her fist to crush him. Lassic screams in fear. He tries to get away, but his legs is still weakened, still affected due to the ejaculation she had previously forced on him. His body tenses and he lifts his arms in an instinctive move to protect himself, even though he knows that it will not affect his fastly approaching predicament. Heat surges from the pit of his stomach, going right down. It all happens so fast when he feels something squirts out from the tip of his c**k. He waits for a second or two, which somehow has extended longer than he had first expected. What is taking her so long? the young man wonders. If she is going to end him, he would rather that she ends this quickly. He does not know if he can handling any more craziness. Lassic is still waiting for his impending doom, until he eventually starts to feel curious enough to open the eyes he did not realize he had closed. The sight that welcomes him causes him to break down a cold sweat, and Lassic swallows back a scream. Oh god! He has done something irreversible! Cum splutters from all over her gorgeous face, white semen dripping thickly from her flawless features. She looks like she is in the verge of exploding from anger, emerald green eyes open wide shock, completely bewildered. “Don’t kill me!” he begs, body shaking, completely at her mercy. How dare he? How dare this lowly creature cummed all over her face? At first, she is completely submerged with anger. Yes, she has taken the pleasures of the flesh before. Numerous times before. But not even the Gods she was partnered with dared to do such a degrading thing on her! But then a trail of his c*m slips down to her lips. Eris does the unconscious thing and lick her lips, allowing some of his taste to leak into her taste buds. What awaits her is something almost equally surprising. He tastes . . . good. This comes as a surprise from her, because she is not really expecting much of him. At first she thought that it was because of the facial expression he makes, but it’s not just that. The human only brings more and more surprise to her, and Eris is starting to feel slightly compelled to him, just like her mother. Oh no. Lassic notices that mischievous look in her eyes. It is the same as her mother’s. It is the same look that got him to be trapped in this place. The young man has a bad feeling about this. And judging from the slightly wild look in her eyes, he knows that she will be just as brutal as her mother is, if not possibly more. He needs to get away. Lassic does not think he can last being tortured sexually yet again. He admits that he had some weak moments before, being succumbed to their touch so easily, but that does not mean that he is just going to stand there and take it. Lassic wiggles away, but Eris grabs him by her fist real fast. Her fingers are wrapped around his body, and his grip is clenching around him in a powerful strength that is almost crushing his mortal body. It is true that Hera has blessed him with the power of long lasting life, but that does not mean that he is immune to being injured. Lassic wiggles in her grip, but Eris does not look like she is going to let go of him so easily. “Let me go!” he yells out in panic, and lets out a scream when she only clenching her fist, crushing him inside. Though thankfully, Eris loosens her grip when she hears him. . . . . . When Eris hears the sound of footsteps, she nearlys jolts in surprise. Abruptly, she makes a split second decision in whether to drop the young human to where she found him, or take him with her. Her subconscious must have prefered the later, because before she knows it, Eris is already plopping the guy down the top of her green envy dress, trapping him inside her cleavage. Lassic screams out of panic as a response, but the desperate sounds he makes only vibrates through within, echoes from in between her curvaceous breasts. Eris squirms a little mentally from the action, but otherwise tries to appear as casually as she can be while she waits for her mother to appear before her. Hera is not looking at her daughter when she returns, but averts her gaze in order to spot her new toy. Though to her displeasure, she can not find him where she had left him on. He must be hiding from her again, is her immediately guess. It will not be the first time that the human male tries to pull this trick on her. We’ll see. She will find him in no time. And once she has him in her hands, there will be plenty of usage she can think of to utilize him. Maybe she will even trap him inside her cunt as a punishment, proceeding to enjoy her daily routine while he rebels from inside her tight passage, which will grow slicker by the second, followed by his ever growing resistance to free himself from her. He can try to escape from her dripping cunt. Her front entrance will be so wet from all the punching and kicking he will probably do while inside of her (even though it will not take any effect on the goddess), she will be forced to clench her inner walls so tight just to prevent from him slipping off. The young man can deny it, but his body will eventually take effect on her continuous administrations. Hera will continue on torturing him, again and again until he is spent inside of her, so drained from cumming inside her for so many times, but at the same time also so full from drinking her up (as an attempt to survive from her everflowing juice. Just thinking about it excites her so much that Hera’s p***y lips is starting to react, drench in her own slick juice. But when Hera fails to capture her pet (even after trying to use her magic to summon him), the senior goddess finally turns her attention to her daughter. “Yes, Eris. I assume you are here because you need something from me?” Hera’s tone is cold and distant when she greets her daughter. So that’s her name, Lassic thinks in wonder. “Yes, mother,” Eris answers to the senior goddess’ call. “I’ve been concerned about your—” “Save your breathes for something else more important, will you? If this is about the court, I am taking some time off from it.” “But mother—” “I’ve been dedicating most of my life for it. I think it’s about high time that it starts to give back to me and allow me some time of relief, shouldn't it?” “But what about the others—?” “They can enjoy their little triumph for all I care, but it won’t mean much.” “Mother, I—” “Now can you please leave? I’ve got things to do.” Her toy, namingly. “You can take matters into your own hand for all I care, but I’m on my vacation right now,” Hera proclaims with a final tone, dismissive. “Is there anything I can do to convince you otherwise?” Eris tries to ask one last time. Her mother does not even want to hear what she is about to say. Eris bites her inner cheek sulkingly, about to step out when her mother only answers her with more silence, but is suddenly stopped on her track.  She has almost forgotten that the human is still stuffed in between her breasts, until she suddenly becomes increasingly aware that he has been trying to wiggle himself free of the pressure of both sides of her breasts. The human is using all the strenght his tiny body can muster to push them apart in order to make some breathing room for himself, she knows. But her young breasts are too firm and full, and Lassic is having a hard time trying to maintain himself. Just when he is about to scream for help, sweat makes his grip slips, and the two bouncing firmness comes crashing back down on him, suppressing him from letting out a sound. It takes Lassic a while to recover, but by then the sweat has been accumulating so much around his very naked body that it causes him to start slipping off from the firm grip of her breasts. His body can not help but to reach naturally for having such huge and desirable breasts pressed around him, but Lassic does not have that much time to enjoy the sensation. He is falling. And fast. The good thing is, the goddess notices this, and Eris quickly pushes him back up with her hand, the movement resulting such an unnatural angle that Hera raises her brow, but otherwise remain disinterested. Her mother goes back to inspecting her bedside, where she knew where Lassic was last seen. While Hera is a little bit preoccupied studying the c*m stains left on his supposedly bed, Eris turns her attention back to the little human man, which has now managed to land on one of her n*****s. Lassic is barely holding on, gripping to the hardened bud so desperately, not wanting to fall again. It is a scary feeling, to not feel anything under his feet, letting gravity pull him freely to whatever end, the air pushing from beneath him. “Halt,” Hera abruptly says. The mother turns to her child. “I smell something.” “What is it, Mother?” Eris’ tone almost falters. “Lassic, my human toy. He’s missing, but I think I can sense him.” Eris has used magic to camouflage the human, preventing her mother from using magic to summon him. But now her mother is suspicious, and she is thinking hard on how to proceed with this. “Really? Well then, I bid you best of luck,” Eris bows before she takes her depart, but when she turns around, Hera is already standing at the exit, most probably had already teleported. “It’s getting near, his scent. I can spot that dripping pre-c*m from miles away,” she says with the same stern tone, bending her body towards Eris’ chest to follow the source. True enough, Lassic’s lower half has already take things to its own accord and is now rising hard, the head leaking with this pre-c*m. Lassic tries to control himself, but thanks to Hera’s continues training to shape his body to react immediately from any s****l advance, his erection has been getting the better of him. His rigid c**k is pressing against her areola now, thick white liquid trailing down from her chest, soaking through the fabric. Hera narrows her eyes from the revelation, before arching an eyebrow at her daughter. “Ah— I-I’ve been leaking on the occasion. How embarrassing to have you see this, Mother,” Eris voices out an excuse lamely with the kind of trembling tone that is just enough to make it believable. “Makes sure you take care of that. Massaging your breasts help sometimes. It will be good to avoid having that occurred in public.” So she still cares after all. The though brings a small smile to Eris’ lips, but she does not allow her mother to catch on too much on that. “Well then, take care,” Hera pats her in her shoulder, before allowing her daughter to finally pass through. Eris lets out a sigh of relief, before she finally steps out. Just when she takes a step though, the action causes her body to shake, and especially those bouncy breasts of hers. It causes Lassic to slip from his grip on her n****e, which by now has become painfully sensitive from all of that touching he does. Lassic falls down until he lands right on her mount, causing fume to raise when he makes the none so gentle landing. The impact also causes him to lose control of his body, cumming right all over her nicely trimmed red pubes. The uneven red strands are now covered with the result of his ejaculation, but that is not all the human male has to worry about. Eris feels a slight foreign tickle leaking from her mouth and down to her core, causing her to press her knees together. The land is steep for Lassic to stay on. And even when he manages to grab a wild strand of red hair, his hands are too slippery from sweat and c*m, causing his balance to topple out when Eris bends her body. Lassic tumbles again, rolling past her navel and incredible flat stomach, until he finds himself at the rim of her shorts (or at least he thinks that it is a short that is covering her bottom part). Eris presses her knees tighter when she can feel his presence so close to the opening of her core, and thanks to the fabric of her bottom, it manages to fling Lassic right into her cunt. His hands immediately grip into the smaller hair down there, which is almost causing Eris to yelp from the sudden jolt of pain. What the heck is the thing doing to her? At first, Eris just wants to hide him inside her clothes for the time being until she steps out. But he just can not keep still and continue on jumping from one sensitive place to another. Just what the heck is this human trying to do? Is he planning to expose her? Is that what this is all about? Well, she is not going to lose to him (or her mother, for that matter). Eris is doing just fine in trying to pretend that everything is okay, until the thing just decides to shove himself right into her forbidden hole. For Olympus’ shake! Eris swears that she is almost losing it right there and then. How dare this lowly creature touch her forbidden area! Inside, Eris is seconds away from throwing a tantrum, wanting to simply jump up and down just to spit him back out from her cunt. But she knows that she is still within her mother’s seeing range, and no doubt the older woman will know that something is going on if she looses control of herself. So Eris keeps it in, trying to walk with her knees practically still glued together. It’s weird, but she eventually starts to get the hang of it. She tries to forget the fact that the tiny human is inside her p***y, and trying to walk as normal as she can. But then he moves inside her again, and this time Eris can not help but let out an audiable sigh. She hates to admit it, but he feels nice inside her. How is this possible? How can a mere human be able to achieve such a hightened pleasure from her? Eris tries to continue walking, but every movement causes a delicious friction in between her inner walls, which are trapping the human male neatly in place. She can feel the hardness of his yet new erection. Holy heck! Does his horniness ever ends? How is it possible that he just keeps getting turned on by her? And why does he keep going to her private places? Inside Eris’ cunt, Lassic is panting. Hard. His c**k is getting stiff all over again, and it is extremely difficult to ignore the pleasure sensitive flesh that surrounds him. Her beaded walls are everywhere, against his fogging mouth, his super sensitive c**k, up against his balls and even his ass. He does not know how much longer he can hold this. If he is going to c*m, it will not be long before his body will be sent over the edge yet again. Hera might have charmed his body for instant recovery, but even it becomes tiring over time. Eris is struggle hard to concentrated not to c*m, but it is diifucult. How can she, when she knows that every step of her legs means another friction of the human’s body against her inner walls. She is super slick at this point, her juice flowing out in big droplets until her panties are wet. “Wait!” All too soon, Hera is standing yet in front of Eris again, thanks to her transportation powers. But this time her suspicion is based on the lead of a very specific scent — one that she has grown to know so well over these past couple of months; Lassic’s pre-c*m. Yes, she is definitely smelling it now. Hera lowers her head to the line of her daughter’s breasts, sniffing down until she settles her face right in between Eris’ breasts. She can smell a very distinct scent of him on her daughter’s skin. Yes, he was definitely here. The older goddess catches a whiff of the same scent down her daughter’s wrist. She grabs Eris’ hand and lifts it to her nostrils, inhaling yet another whiff of her toy’s c*m on the skin. Hera glares at Eris accusingly, and the younger goddess knows that she is caught. Possessively, she trails her tongue against Eris’ index finger, licking off his scent. He is her toy. It is her right to use him. She will not allow another to have even an ounch of him. Eris does a sharp intake of breath when her mother sucks on her finger hard, licking off every bit of stench that is originated from the human male. It seems like her mother is not so happy to find out that her daughter has taken a taste of her toy, and she wants none of him to stick to her body still. “He is mine,” Hera growls, before plunging her face right into Eris’ breasts and starting to lick off Lassic’s c*m off from her daugther. The act is so intentful and fierce, Eris barely has time to register what her mother is doing. She is afraid, because her mother can be very fatal when she is provocked. But at the same time, Eris is also torned with the sensation that her mother is sending to her receptory reptors. Hera’s hot mouth feels great on her breasts, who is nipping at her vigorously. Her firm breasts feel full in Hera’s mouth. When the older goddess gets to Eris’ n*****s, she wails a an outcry. The redhead trashes in her mother’s hold, but Hera is not letting her escape so easily. She is not going to stop until she gets back every spill of his c*m off her body, even if that means sucking on her down daughter’s n****e, causing Eris milk to spill for real this time. When Hera is done with the breasts, Eris is left feeling heavy and sensitive all over her breasts.  Hera trails down pass her daughter’s navel, licking off any sparse trail of Lassic’s everflowing c*m. She goes down until Hera is kneeling on Eris’ feet, while her daughter does everything in her power to control her body from reacting to her mother’s cares. The older goddess has never touched her like this before, and it is both disturbing and pleasant at the same time. Eris has no idea whether to recoil or succumb to the sensation. Hera makes her tongue swirl when she gets to her daughter’s navel, making sure to clean off every droplet of his c*m off the other goddess’ body. She is so focused and determined, until she finally spots where the trail of his c*m leads up to. Hera is not hesitant to suck Eris’ cunt, using her tongue in fast moves in order to swipe Lassic right out of her daughter’s tight walls. But the more she slips her tongue into, the further she seems to push Lassic deeper. Eris squirms in her place, trying to hard not to let the seductive motion overpowers her. But it is so hard, and she wants nothing more than to be drown in it. At this point, she does not even care if her own mother, her flesh and blood, is eating her out. She just wants all of this to be over with. “No, Mother, what are you doing!” Eris can not believe this. When Hera fails to reach Lassic, she uses her fingers, shoving them right into her daughter’s tight cunt. Eris is already dripping wet at this point, and any sudden friction will most likely send her over the edge. Hera does not care at this moment and simply continues on her work, fingering her daughter, curving her fingers, swiping them deeper in order to get to Lassic. But the more Hera intrudes Eris’ cunt, the push the inner muscles is subconsciously pulling Lassic deeper. The young man is pulled so deep until he reaches what seems to be Eris’ womb (he has plenty of prior experience to this type of place, thanks to a certain someone). And since Hera is bound to chase after him, she starts shoving her hand deeper, to the point that her whole fist enters Eris’ tight passage. The younger goddess moans and mewls loudly this time, not used to being occupied by something this huge inside her. She struggles from the pain and pleasure, yet at the same time offering herself to her mother to better deepen the penetration. Eris is so lost in her lust that she barely noticed it when her walls clamp down real hard. As she finally can not hold it in anymore, heat surges to Eris’ core, and before she knows it, something so hot and wet is shooting out from her tight cunt, her juice soaking everywhere. Lassic is finally freed from the clutches of Eris’ p***y, the flood is huge enough to flush him out from her. But then he lands on the tall grass on the soft ground, a very familiar pair of feet standing in front of him. The white haired male lifts his head, his eye blue setting to a very angry Hera. Oh-o. He’s in deep trouble.