Not So Different, yet as Different as Can Possibly Be

4-The Goddess and the Devoted

   "I, you,"

   She straightened her upper body and extended her wings as far as she could. Keeping her lower body tentacles on his legs, his torso, and up his anus, she slowly moved her body so that the center of her underside would line up with his genital area. The world around him darkened as the webbing between her tentacles spread, creating a sort of tent around him.

   <We agreed to create a child, and you can't do that through my mouth. When I am done with you, I will turn that part of your brain back on, and you will orgasm as never before, do you understand, my devoted?>

   He spoke as best he could through his tears. "Yes, yes goddess."

   The neon bands on light in her skin started to appear down here as well in a variety of colors, lighting up her entrance. It was not a human entrance. It looked, like a sea anemone was buried in her skin, and the tendrils continued deep inside her body.

   He gulped as she lowered her self until she engulfed his shaft. The wet anemone tendrils softly licked and played with him, the hole only slightly smaller than his phallus. Then she lifted herself up halfway, and lowered herself down all the way again. She began to gyrate with her rising and falling to create more friction.

   The neon bands began to change colors frantically as they danced about creating a mesmerizing pattern that he couldn't take his eyes off if.

   As she went up and down, he heard her body make wet guttural noises. This was different from the voice in his head, it was coming from her actual mouth. He whined and moaned with her.

   He was brought past the line again, yet still unable to orgasm. He was a mindless drooling mess, not thinking, barely conscious, just sitting there, and taking it all. One of her tentacles entered his mouth.

   <Suck, on it, my, my devoted,> she mentally stuttered.

   He did so, feeling nothing but the crushing pleasure that he could get no release from.

   <I, I am so close. I am, am going to come, and, and then I, I will let you.>

   He didn't even register the words, having been reduced to a dumb pile of moaning flesh stuck in overwhelming ecstasy.

   She went up and down and up and down and gyrated and gyrated, until, finally, she slammed herself down on him and ground her anemone tendrils against him as hard as she could without breaking him. The anemone thing gushed out strange smelling sticky liquid, its smell only adding to the stimulation. Her body released a sound too beautiful to describe as she came, releasing his brain in the process.

   He came inside her, wildly, violently, his seed gushing out with a strength he had never felt in his life. He felt his penis might burst from how fast and hard it shot out.

   A few minutes later, after their bodies had time to recuperate, she untangled herself from him, and cut the ropes on his arms with her claws. <Did you enjoy that, my devoted?>

   His sanity began to return as he sat up. "Yeah, that, that was great." He thought back on the encounter, and started to feel a little guilt. "Hey, you, you focused a lot on me this time, maybe, maybe next time we could focus on you? I could use my mouth on your pus- erm, whatever-you-have."

   <My cnidaria, but I'm afraid there will be no next time.>

   "What? Why, why not?"

   She put a hand on his shoulder. <I am beyond you, in ways you cannot understand. Any emotional bond would not be real, not really. But do not worry,
I will send you home, and you will forget it happened."

   He put his hand on hers. "But, but I don't want to forget it happened!"

   <If you remember this, it will destroy you. You will never be able to find a meaningful sexual relationship because it always be compared to this moment. It will drive you mad.>

   He began to plead with her. "I don't care! Don't make me forget! Please."

   She looked him in the eye as he pleaded once more. "Please goddess?"

   She sighed while putting a single finger to his forehead, and he blacked out. <I am sorry, my devoted.>

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   A young man woke up to his alarm, and panicked before he realized today was his day off. He layed back down and started to feel sore all over his body. On his chest, his thighs, and. . . on the inside of his butthole?

   He remembered he had a strange dream, but he couldn't remember what it was about. Only that his mind was desperately clinging to it as he awoke. He shook his head and went to the bathroom. He looked into the mirror and saw,

   sucker marks on his chest?