Clementina - S05 E08

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Clementina - S05 E08

Read Story: SEASON 5 EPISODE 8

reached my hands around and pulled her ass cheeks apart, then slid three fingers from each hand into her asshole. Her thick, veiny anal sheath popped out, sliding all the way down to the floor

"Lift me up," Bathory said. "Slide my asshole down that stone cock behind me."

I gripped her ass and hoisted her up using my cock that was buried deep in her snatch for leverage. I was able to lift her up just enough to get the tip of the stone cock into her ass. I could feel the hard stone sliding up her slimy gaped asshole against my throbbing cock that was in her slit. Her cock was pressed between her and my tits as they pushed together. We shared another slimy kiss.

Meanwhile, Athena and Demeter were on their knees in front of their mother, one on each of her fully erect, throbbing, pulsating cocks. Heavy slime was pouring from them and covering both of them in the licorice-scented smell of phallite sex.

Off to the side, Alura, Makala, and my mother were filling all three of Clementina's holes, and Ona was watching, her asshole gaped and her sheath hanging out.

Bathory called to Olympia.

"The One is ready. It's time for the Two to fill the One. The One now has two holes. The Two has two keys. The keys go in the holes, and the Citadel shall rise.

There was a long pause.

"Huh?" Olympia said. "Explain please."

"One cock in her ass and one cock in her cunt," Bathory said. "Dol have to paint a picture?"

"Got it," Olympla said. She moved behind me and I felt her hands slide between my legs, pulling my heavy labia apart and then parting my asshole. My sheaths slipped out.

Athena and Demeter were still on their knees and crawled over. Demeter continued to stroke and suck on her mother's cocks, while Athena pulled my sheaths to her mouth and sucked out my vaginal and anal slime. She pulled my sheaths between her chubby tits and squeezed, tit-fucking my sheaths, then slid them over to her mother's cocks, sliding my vaginal sheath across the lower cock, and my anal sheath across the upper one.

"Fuck me," Bathory whispered in my ear. "When Olympia penetrates you, you go all the way through me and stay there until we all come. Only then will the Cathedral rise."

I nodded as I felt Olympia sliding her throbbing cocks into my two wet, slimy holes. moaned as had never been double-penetrated before in two different holes and the feel of two hard, pulsating cocks inside two side-by-side holes was intoxicating. More thick slime poured from my cock into Bathory's cunt as the slime from Olympia's dual meat filled my dual holes

"Do it," Bathory whispered as Olympia's stomach pressed against my ass. She was all the way in.

I squeezed the muscles in my cock the way Makala had shown me. Bathory snapped her head back and my thick, purple cock head with it's long, vulva like head, erupted from Bathory's mouth. Bathory reached her hands up and slid three fingers from each into the end of my cock and pulled the gaping aperture at the tip apart, spreading it like a pink cunt, revealing the long tunnel beyond.

Olympia pistoned her dual meat in and out of my slimed holes with abandon. I felt my body tighten and knew it wasn't going to take much for me to come.

Suddenly, the face carved into stone of the archway contorted, opening it's mouth. I cried out in surprise as it opened it's mouth wide, impossibly wide, and two long, thick, tentacle-like tongues shot out. They made a beeline for the gaping, vagina-like end of my cock and shot inside, stretching my meat and Bathory's mouth. My cock head was gaped like a stretched cunt, and the pink inside looked like pussy meat. The tentacles stretched my cock head wider, showing the deep pink hole inside, then the tentacle-tongues shot straight down my cock and into the phallite tunnels beyond. I moaned and Bathory moaned around my cock.

Olympia kept pounding my asshole and cunt with her cocks, even as the tentacle pulsated in my own cock. She froze and arched her back and I realized that the tentacles had entered her cocks. I looked over my shoulder and saw them emerge from Olympia's asshole and head straight for the two bowls with the beacons, scooping them up, one beacon in each. A second later the tentacle-tongues pulled back, sliding back through Olympia, then back through me.

The feeling of the tentacle and beacons rocketing through my

cock was too much for me, and apparently for Olympia. A hot,

steaming load of my come shot from my meat around the

tentacle, even as Olympia unloaded into me, and Bathory's cock still squeezed between our tits began gushing juice. Semen, slime, milk all coated me, Olympia, Bathory, Athena, and Demeter

The entire cavern shook, a feeling like an earthquake. It lasted ten seconds, then the carved wall, face, and cock inside the arch that Bathory had been leaning against vanished. One instant it was there, and the next it was gone. The five of us tumbled forward in an ungainly heap, body parts everywhere. Cocks slipped slickly from asses and cunts as we disengaged and tried to take in our new surroundings, even as our orgasms were still running their courses.

Bathory rolled over onto all fours and looked around the room, all her holes gushing slime and her cock pouring semen.

"It's up!" she cried. "We've raised the Citadel!"

As Bathory exalted at the newly-raise citadel, lay on a cold marble floor. The last few hours had been too much. I tried to push myself up onto my knees, but wobbled. My mother rushed at my side and I was vaguely aware of Makala's voice.

"Stop this now, Bathory!" she snapped. "The One is exhausted. The rest of the raising will wait."

"Of course, am sorry, Bathory said. "I've gotten carried away - again. The rest can wait until another day in fact it should wait until the Keeper has been ***********ed."

I was vaguely aware of my mother and Clementina helping me to my feet and guiding me back to the house. My mom drew me a bath and let me sink into the warm, bubbly water then brought me a glass of wine, thoughtfully leaving the bottle next to the tub. I soaked and drank for awhile, then washed myself, dried off, pulled on a thin, light wrap, and made my way out to the pool.

It was late afternoon and everyone else had already cleaned up and were either in the pool or lounging around outside it. Everyone, that is, except my mother. I could hear her voice on a phone call inside the house, but I couldn't make out much except the occasional word.

Finally, she came out, slamming the screen door as she did so.

"What's going on," I asked.

"I know who your fucking Keeper of the Citadel is," she said, clenching her teeth and glaring at Bathory. "Her flight arrives tomorrow at noon, and she will be taking a rental from the airport, so she'll be here tomorrow aftermoon."

"Who is it?" I asked.

"If this visit isn't a coincidence, then your fucking keeper is my mother, Lily."

"Grandma Lily?" boggled. "Is she really the keeper?" I asked Bathory.

"The coincidence is...staggering...if she's not, so yes, she is likely the keeper. will know for sure as she gets closer."

"She's in her early sixties, she's too old," my mother said. "And she's the most selfish, vain, egotistical person you would ever meet. She's a fucking cougar"

"As you know already, the phallites cure many ills, Makala said. "Including attitude."

"And if not, she and Bathory should get along famously," Alura added with a sneer.

My mom shook her head. "She's not going to buy any of this. She said something about feeling like she really needed to pay us a visit, but didn't know why. And she also said hoped she wasn't coming here to 'rescue' me. We need to figure out a plan to get a phallite in her ASAP or this is going to be a disaster, God, she's going to lose her shit when she sees her grandkid."

We spent dinner and the evening planning out the next day and how we would acclimate my grandmother to the whole situation here. About all Lily knew was that we had moved in with our next door neighbor who had a big old house with plenty of room, and who needed my help with maintenance.

The next day the house was full of a nervous energy as we put our plans into action.

My grandmother pulled up in front of the house in a rented Toyota. Clementina, my mother, and I were watching through the upstairs window in Clementina's bedroom. Everyone else was down in the nexus.

Grandma Lily stepped out of the car. She was 61 and had spent a lot of time in the gym, so she was fit and trim. She had had some light work done on her face to tighten up the wrinkles, and she lot of time in the gym, so she was fit and trim. She had had some

light work done on her face to tighten up the wrinkles, and she

wore her makeup well. She could have passed for someone in

their forties. She wore a skin tight leopard print top that plunged to

reveal her well-managed, substantial cleavage and a black pencil skirt that clung to her toned hips. Her long hair was a carefully- tended shade somewhere between blonde and white, and was pulled back in a tight braid. If I didn't know her already, would think she was a pleasant, attractive business woman.

Unfortunately, having known her personality all these years, I wasn't fooled.