Tremors

The Demoness Beckons

Carla was very nervous. She was well aware of her Goddess' capabilities regarding sexual experiences. She has called upon her Matron Goddess to aide her sexual stimulations many a time, and now the being requested a meeting alone with her.

Carla followed coordinates given to her in a letter by the Goddess and ends up in a thick forest. Assuming she was lost, she prayed out to her Matron.
"Mistress Zaara, Goddess of Pleasure, please lead me to your embrace."

     "As you wish," A very deep and seductive female voice booms from the forest. The voice was young and smooth-sounding, and hearing it with her own ears makes Carla shiver with lewd feelings. A purple and red void appears from the air around the trees behind Carla. The same lustful voice yearningly speaks out, "Come to your Goddess."

Carla entered the portal, fully trusting her Divine Mistress. From the other side of it she emerged into a patch deep within the forest, with the ruins of a temple being the only visible source of society for miles. She had no idea how deep into the forest she was, and she honestly didn't care. She was too eager to meet her Goddess.

The ground beneath the temple started to rumble which caused Carla to jump, startled from the sound. The temple magickally reconstructed itself. After a few moments of rocks, marble, and other valuable rubble being strewn together, the temple then looked like it had never been touched in the first place. The door opens. Carla watches in anxiety and slight thrill as a woman steps out.
The woman was 10 feet tall. She had two black horns that protrude from her head and fall backwards like waterfalls behind her neck, curling abruptly into an upward point. She was wearing a long, black dress fitted snugly to her chubby hips, her stomach curvy yet with disciplined muscle all visible from beneath the robe. Red streaks on this dress seemed to spiral down from her voluptuous breasts and ride her aforementioned hips down to her thighs. The gown lewdly cuts off at thigh level, leaving the divine woman's long, sheen legs open for view. Her grey skin was smooth and absent of blemishes. There were feathered anklets below her shins, which complimented the black polish on her toes.
As Carla took in the image of her Goddess (who lovingly stared her down with passion purple eyes), she then shook out of her surprise, which allowed her to finally feel the absolute power of the aura she was emitting.

Carla could barely contain herself from sexual energy the Goddess gave off. The Demon waved her finger towards her, as Carla impulsively fell to her Matron's feet and awaited further instruction without a word.

"Now, now." Spoke the vixen in that creamy smooth voice. "There will be much time for that later. Come inside before you soil yourself." She said that last line with a hint of amusement.
"Yes, Goddess." Carla replied. she followed Zaara through the hallways of the temple which were donned with sexual images of human men and women. Some lesbian couples were painted on a wall, a tapestry fixture had an image of a hermaphrodite posing sheepishly with a fern plant. One of the doors had an image of a flaccid man standing next to an erect one.

At the end of this hall came the door to Zaara's chamber. She granted her a chair to sit in as she shut the door behind her. The room was filled with shades of sleek black and erotic purple, and smelled of a deep lavender scent. This made Zaara's energy increase exponentially, and Carla could feel her body getting hot and wet just being so close to the Goddess.

Zaara spoke. "You are exactly aware of why I summoned you to my quarters, are you not?" Carla simply nodded in response. She knew. Zaara wanted a partner. A lover with a high enough sex drive to keep her sexually satisfied, and a soft enough heart to make her emotionally entwined.
"Good," Zaara continued. "That means you have no issue removing your robes, then? You won't need them if you are living here."
Carla blushes deeply. She decides that if Zaara is to be her partner that she must be open about everything.  "Goddess, as sexually proud as I am, I don't like my body," she admits. "I don't feel very beautiful. I masturbate because I worry that I'm the only person willing to touch there."