Clementina - S02 E12

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Clementina - S02 E12

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 12

"The lock?" Clementina asked

"I can't say more, I am bound to silence by forces I can't control. When you find the lock and you find the key then I, and others, shall be free to speak and help you."

"Others? Heip us? How?"

"Until you find the lock and key, I can say no more."

It was my mother's turn to speak up.

"While was in a coma, I had dreams," she said. "Dreams that told me things. I know that I am the six, but I don't know what that means or where the lock and key are. We need to figure that out. But I do know that I am the six. And I know that Russel is the one and that together we are the seven. We are symbiotes. The rest we have to figure out."

"The six? The one? The seven?" I said. "This is confusing."

"I wish I could tell you more," said Alura. "But when you have unlocked the lock, anything you want will tell you."

"Why did you send a soul-sucking succubus to attack me?" I asked.

"You are the one, and the one must be tied to the six so they become the seven. That is how it is done. I did not make the rules. I am sorry. You solved the puzzle of the six and defeated the succubus so I am sure you will find the key and unlock the lock."

She smiled and added, "Anyone up for more fucking or are you all tired out? I have enough tentacles to go around."

Clementina, my mother, and were all exhausted and declined. But Ona was up for more. As the three of us made our way out of the chamber, Ona had her head deep under Alura's tentacles and the green woman's head was tossed back in pleasure. Several tentacles were sliding in and out of Ona's ass and pussy, gushing their green slime into her expanding abdomen as they stretched her lobes and pink asshole.

I glanced back at the statue one more time. My mother now had a tongue like the statue. I let my eyes wander down to the six grasping tentacles that ringed where the statue's labla should be. Maybe it would be hot if my mom had tentacle labia - as long as she wasn't a soul-sucking energy vampire. She had called herself the six, and there were six tentacles. Coincidence?

After our adventures that day, we took the next day easy, recuperating. The next evening, Clementina, my mom, Ona, and I all sat around the pool as the sun set. We had been skinny dipping - which was quickly becoming the norm and were still nude in the red light of the fading day.

My mother and were seated on a porch-swing together, arms around each other. The sensation of sharing energy, of being able to give or take it, of being in a symbiotic relationship with another creature was intoxicating and we were still getting used to it. We wanted to touch each other as much as possible.

"When do we open any more chambers in the nexus?" my mother asked. "We need to unlock the lock, as Alura said."

"How can we dare?" said Ona. "After what just happened, and after the nightmare with the dark phallites. We can't take any more risks. Alura is a great fuck, but nothing more. Let's cut our losses."

I swallowed a tart response to her about risk taking. After all, she seemed willing to throw risk to the wind when she hatched the dark phallite egg. But some of the anger and sting from the death of my father, while it wasn't gone, it was at least a little less sharp.

"I think the greater risk is in not investigating them," Clementina said. "We need to know what's in there. They've been sealed since my forebears investigated them years ago. We need to find out what horrors are there and develop countermeasures or containment strategies."

"I agree," I said. "There are a lot of secrets still lurking in there, and possibly including one that could save my life once my phallite dies."

"I concur." my mother said.

"Something you said yesterday is sticking with me," I said to Clementina

"What was that?" she asked.

"You said we needed someone scientific to help us out," I said. "We really do, I just don't know how we find that someone. We need someone who can be trusted, who can keep their mouth shut, and someone who can be trusted, who can keep their mouth shut, and is not risk averse."

"And is female," Clementina added. "We don't want to add the additional risk of a male phallite carrier."

"Any ideas anyone?" said.

Silence reined, suddenly broken by the beep of my mother's cell phone. She picked it up and looked at it.

"Well, at least we have some good news," she said, her deep red pupils looking at her phone. "We have an offer on our house. The realtor just sent me the docs to my email."

"Excellent!" I said. I went in and got her laptop for her and we looked at the documents from the offerer.

"That's a solid offer," I said. "We need to accept that pronto before they change their mind."

"I agree, let's get signing." my mom said.

"Who's the buyer?" Clementina asked.

My mom peered at the screen.

"Olympia Greco."

"Dr. Greco?" I said, looking over at the screen. "Yeah, Ph.D. That's her."

"You know her?" Clementina asked.

"Yeah," said. "She taught my freshman bio lecture. She is a molecular biologist. She's kind of odd, but really nice. got to know her a little, and she offered to help me if I ever had trouble in any of my future science classes. I'm a computer guy, I wasn't a science nerd

"Really..." Clementina trailed off.

"Yeah, and she's got a pair of twin daughters, their a few years older than me, and are working on their own doctorates. Athena's working on a paleontology Ph.D. and the Demeter is getting ready to defend her astrophysics thesis."

"Wow," Clementina said. "You said she was kind of odd. How so?" "She's really nice, so none of this really matters. But besides her decision to name her daughters after Greek goddesses, she likes dressing really severe in almost masculine clothes. It's not that she isn't attractive she's beautiful, and she wears her clothes very flatteringly, but if you see her walking down the street, if she wasn't wearing something form-fitting that showed her bust or her hips, you might think she was a man. And her daughters are goth, heavy eye liner, black lace, the whole thing. So they are an odd crew, but really nice people underneath it."

"Interesting..." Clementina said. "Molecular Biologist, Paleontologist, Astrophysicist. Nice combination. All female and seemingly open-minded if they are as odd as you describe. Can they keep a secret?"

I looked up at her, then realized what she was thinking.

"I believe they can. But we would be asking them to take a big risk," I said.

"We would make sure they understand the risk before we let thern see even a single phallite," she said.

I nodded

"I still have her number from when she was helping me out in her class. I can call her."

"Before we start making any plans to turn anyone into a white queen, there's something else we need to do," I said, still treading water lightly in the deep end of the pool. Clementina, my mom and I were skinny dipping after our sexual romp. Ona was still tied up on the deck

"What's that?" Clementina asked.

"Eat!" I said. "I'm starved. You said you were having a dinner, what're we having?"

"Ona made her specialty," Clementina said.

We climbed out of the pool and I untied Ona. She rose and stretched, rubbing the red marks where the ropes had cut into her skin.

I slapped her ass.