Clementina - S02 E14

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Clementina - S02 E14

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 14

Clementina's dress and the requirement that I go commando left me with a very large noticeable bulge in the front of my khakis as we entered the restaurant. I tried to position myself directly behind Clementina to hide it, but she forced me to stand right by her side. Trying to conceal a budding phallite erection that was more than a foot long was impossible, and even as men's eyes turned to Clementina, ladies eyed my growing hard-on as the waitress led us to a booth in a quieter section in the back of the restaurant.

I leaned forward and whispered.

"I am about to start dribbling slime down my leg," said. "And these khakis are going to get soaked."

She giggled, reached under the table for a second and pulled her hand out. The fingers were webbed with slime.

"I know," she said.

I took her hand in mine and was licking the slime from her fingers when the waitress arrived. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence, then she introduced herself and we ordered a bottle of wine while we considered the menu.

The evening progressed smoothly. We drank a bottle of wine, told jokes, and chatted. Mostly, I asked her questions about her upbringing, her years when she and Ona were lovers, and what led her to leave that life behind. I had wanted to know more about her, I wanted to find things to admire so I could start to feel something towards her besides ambivalence.

And I did. I found out how she helped take care of her siblings when her parents grew ill. And about how she had single-handedly looked over the phallites during the years since the family had all either died or moved away. Her remaining behind at the farmstead had been less an act of being "an old-fashioned girl - that was just the facade she put forth. It was really a sense of duty that kept her down on the farm. She had forsaken her relationship with her

sister, given up on any hope of a husband, all so there would be protect the world from the phallites and the phallites from the world.

When Ona became a dark queen, Clementina took that personally as a failure.

We were just about done with our meal and finishing our wine when we got to that part of the conversation. I stopped her.

"But wait," I said. "You have no control over your sister. She does what she wants. You can't force her to do anything."

"I know, but took on the responsibility for caring for the phallites. And failed. And because of that, your father died. It was really my fault, not Ona's."

A tear crept from the corner of her eye.

I reached out and took her hand.

"Clementina, no, don't talk that way. Ona did it what she did, you are not responsible for her."

She looked down, she looked so sad, and I felt sad. And felt admiration. I felt love.

"Feel better," I said. "You've succeeded"

"How have I succeeded?" she asked, looking up at me, eyes misty.

"I don't think can ever just fuck you again."

She leaned forward. Our lips met. Her lips were soft and moist.

She was beautiful. She was perfect.

I felt my cock stir to life in my khakis, a dribble of slime slipped from the tip, dampening the fabric.

Our lips parted and I met her eyes, then looked down, Dribbles of phallite milk from her breasts had darkened the red fabric of her dress.

I glanced around the restaurant. I knew the moment we stood up to go, folks would start noticing.

I didn't care We finished the wine and paid our bill, ignoring the looks as we stepped out into the night air. Clementina's dress billowed in the light breeze, the top straps slipping free of her breasts. She tried to cover them back up, but her left nipple was still sticking out when we entered the hotel, a rivulet of milk trickling off the tip. Slime slipped down her legs underneath the dress, and I could feel slime. sliding down the inside of my khakis.

We checked in and got our key, and as soon as the elevator door closed behind us I leaned forward and devoured her bared breast, licking and suckling at the milk that was now flowing from the nipple. It was sweet, intoxicating, and made the wine buzz even more intense. Clementina pulled my face from her chest and pulled my mouth to hers, kissing me, sucking a mouthful of her own milk from between my lips.

The elevator dinged and I pulled her out after me. Clementina had made the reservations, I knew nothing about the room. When I opened the door I caught my breath.

A four poster bed stood in one corner, a heart-shaped hot tub in the other bubbling away. A bottle of champagne sat on the counter of the kitchenette.

She had booked the honeymoon suite.

I turned to her but before I could say anything she planted another kiss on my lips, then moved past me into the room and pulled me with her.

The need I felt, and that I felt rising from her was hot and intense. I kicked off my shoes and stripped even as Clementina let her own dress fall to the floor. I reached out to her, she to me, we embraced, our bodies coming together, our lips coming together.

My cock was fully at attention and slipped between her legs as we kissed, pushing up against her thick lobes and growing clitoris that hovered between her thighs. Slime dribbled from the end of my cock and slime slipped from her vagina and ass, covering my swollen member in clear goop. Her thighs slipped slickly against my cock, and I gently slide my erection back and forth between her hips. The milk from her breasts smeared against my chest.

We separated, and Clementina put up a hand.

"Let's slow down, just a tiny bit," she said. Taking my hand she pulled me over to the hot tub.