Clementina - S03 E12

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Clementina - S03 E12

Read Story: SEASON 3 EPISODE 12

My mother bent down behind me, pulled my cheeks apart and sucking on my asshole. She sucked slime out into her mouth, running down her chin and across her large, milky, phallite breasts. She ran her tongue down my balls and licked around them, teasing the base of my cock and the edges of the cave spirit's gaping, slimy asshole. Then, returning her lips to my own pink ass, she sucked hard, pulling my own sheath from my asshole. Biting it gently, she stretched it up between her breasts and tit-fucked my sheath, pulling it up and down with her mouth, slime and milk coating my flesh.

The sensations were more than I could take. My balls contracted and shot my thick seed into the cave spirits waiting cavern. Pulse after pulse of come poured from my cock into Makala's deep, gaping asshole, and as more of the spirit's own seed ripped from her cock into Clementina.

As my climax slowed, I pulled out of Makala's ass, dribbing slime and semen across her ass and balls. She slipped out of Clementina's anus and the three of us plus my mom hugged and embraced as the orgasms ebbed. On the steps beside the pool, Ona, Olympia, and the twins were recovering from their lovemaking.

"That's better," Makala said, smiling. She gave me a final kiss then stood up. "It is time to prophesize for you."

"What, exactly, are you going to prophesize?" asked. "Are you going to tell us our future?"

"I will tell you your past, and who you are."

"What about opening that lock and key?"

"That too," she said. "Let's get started. First I need the seed of the one. Thanks to you have a nice big load of that ready to go." She winked at me.

She went to a large wood chest that stood against the wall and dug out a small bowl. She put the bowl on the floor and squatted, hovering her asshole over it, then reaching down and stretching her cheeks apart and gaping her ass. A thick rope of slime and my seed gushed from her cream colored orifice into the bowl. She pulled her asshole wider with her fingers and squeezed her abdomen muscles, pushing more out, slithering from her ass into

the wooden container Still not satisfied with what she had extracted, she turned around and pointed her perfect pearly asshole at us. I realized for the first time that Makala had the same exhibitionist streak that Ona had. She hovered her asshole over the bowl, arched her back, and slipped her entire hand into her ass, pushing her forearm deep inside. After a moment she slowly began to withdraw her arm, her cream-colored sheath gripping her forearm as she pulled out, extending six inches outside her ass. When her hand finally popped free of her sheath a huge glob of my come came with it, filling the bowl about two-thirds full of my semen and our combined slime. She ran her hand along her sheath, squeezing out a few final droplets.

"That should be sufficient, Makala said, licking the slime and come from her hand with a long tongue similar to my mother's. She went back to the crate, several inches of slimy, come-soaked flesh still hanging from her ass like a tail behind her balls. She took out a couple of small cloth bags and mixed some ingredients into the bowl with my juice, added some water, and stirred. The final mixture was a pale purple.

She seated herself in a stone throne that sat along the far wall, lifted the mixture to her mouth, and drank it down. A thick thread of the pale violet semen potion trickled down her chin and dripped off, running down the deep cleavage between her milk-laden breasts. Her cock, which was still slick with her semen, my semen, and Clementina's slime, slowly rose back to attention, pointing outwards and upwards so the tip hovered just beyond the end of her long, cream-colored nipples. Beneath the base of her cock, her balls rested atop several inches of sheath that still was sticking out of her ass.

She set the cup aside and crossed her arms under her breasts, pulling her erect cock in between them, the head sticking out from between the squeezed cleavage. A pulse of slime and semen emerged from the tip, slithering across the front of her breasts, mixing with a trickle of milk from her high, wide cream-colored nipples.

She leaned her head back and closed her eyes.

A light mist infused the chamber, drifting down from the high, domed ceiling.

She lowered her face and opened her eyes, I gasped. They had become grey, swirling pools, like the mist that was slowly filling the room. Her cock still slowly pulsed a light mixture of semen and slime across her breasts.

She turned her face to me, then to my mother.

"You are the one," she said to me. "And you are the six. The one is the one and the six is the six. The one is eternal. The six is more than eternal. Without the six there can be no one. Without the one the six can not be. The one is the hero but the six is the mother- goddess. Together, you are the seven. The door to the seven will be yours when you unlock the lock."

Turning to Clementina, she said "You are the consort, you are the power. You are without number, because without you the one can not be the one."

She looked to Ona.

"You are the other mother, You are the loving, caring, giving selfless mother yet you are also also the gaping, slathering, selfish sucking whore. You are without number because your progeny will be without number."

She turned to Olympia. "You are two. You are the merging of two parts into one. Together with the one you can become the three. The door to the three is not ready. You must first unlock the door of the seven."

She turned to Athena and Demeter. "You are the alchemists. You are two, but you are not the two. With your two and the two and the one you become the five. The door to the five is not ready. You must first unlock the door of the three."

She turned back to me. "You are the one. The door of the one is not ready. You must first unlock the door of the five."

She closed her eyes. "The door of the one and the door of the three and the door of the five and the door of the seven do not unlock the door of the seventeen, but I can not see that far ahead. You have tried before and have never made it that far. Your own greed and desire have pushed you from the path. Your fate-and the fate of countless others is in your hands yet again. Do not fail again, for there are not limitless attempts."

There was silence. The mist filled the room. I decided to try asking a question.

"What do you mean when you say the fate of countless others is on our hands?" I asked.