Makala moaned as inch after inch of Alura’s almost-two-foot-long cock slid inside her. Makala’s stomach distended slightly as the guardian’s cock pushed deeper and deeper inside. Alura’s tentacles slipped underneathe Makala, gripping her cock and stroking her thick blue meat. The green tentacles stroked and caressed the shaft, sliding upwards, coating every inch of the spirit’s meat with slime. Finally they reached the gaping tip of the cave spirit’s cock. A long, thick tentacle hovered over the tip for a moment, a long tendril of slime slipping from the tip, then it plunged into the aperture at the end of Makala’s cock, eliciting a moan as the underside of her cock stretched and distended to accommodate the green appendage that was forcing its way in.
Alura’s cock was all the way inside the cave spirit’s waiting, slimy ass, her stomach bumping against the spirit’s body. The guardian continued her motions, pushing in and out, while her tentacle made similar motions at the end of Makala’s cock. Alura pulled her cock out halfway, stretching Makala’s cream-colored sheath out from her body. The guardian’s tentacles wrapped around the sheath, stroking it, and her cock. She pulled the rest of the way out, pulling the flesh with her. Makala moaned again, her eyes closed, her body shaking with pleasure as Alura used her tentacles to stroke the thick, meaty sheath. Finally, she pulled the sheath off her cock and pulled it up to her mouth, sucking out all the slime and pre-come inside, before pulling it back down onto her hard, throbbing, green cock, and ramming it all the way back inside Makala’s stretched ass.
Underneath the cave spirit, a second tentacle was probing the stretched tip of Makala’s cock. After a moment it pushed inside, stretching the underside of her cock even more and almost doubling it in size. Other tentacles stroked her meat, bringing waves of moans from the cave spirit.
Alura reached down, pulling Makala’s body upwards, arching her back, pressing her against her own body. The cave spirit’s pendulous breasts swung up, sending arcs of creamy phallite milk through the air. Her stomach distended almost as if she were pregnant with the force of Alura’s cock against her abdomen. The two tentacles deep in Makala’s cock continued to push in and out.
It was too much for the cave spirit as she gave a final moan and loads of semen and slime gushed from around the tentacles that were still lodged in her cock. As she came, Alura moaned as well, her orgasm sending slime and semen gushing from Makala’s ass.
As their ardor ebbed, Alura slipped her cock from Makala’s ass and it disappeared back beneath her mass of tentacles below her waist. Makala’s sheath – sticky with slime and come – hung loosely from her ass over a foot behind her.
After Makala and Alura caught their breath, I tried to turn things back to business.
“We have opened the door of the seven,” I said. “How do we unlock the door of the three? That’s next correct?”
Makala nodded, but then added, “You now have a choice. You may open the door of the three or open the brood chamber.”
“The brood chamber?” I asked. “You never mentioned a brood chamber in your prophesy.”
“That’s because the brood chamber is not part of the prophesy.”
“So why would we open it?”
From behind me, Ona spoke up.
“I want to know more about this brood chamber…” she said.
“Wait, time out,” Olympia interrupted. “We’re not opening any more doors today. So I have an idea.” She turned to Makala and Alura. “You said you would be able to walk in human form once we unlocked the door of the seven, right? And you said you could leave, right?”
They nodded.
“Then how about if we all slow down, go up to the pool and just chill for awhile while we talk this through?”
Everyone nodded, then Alura paused.
“There is one final thing that must be done now that you have opened the door of the seven. The six must truly become the six.”
“What does that mean?” Olympia asked, glancing at my mom, who shrugged in ignorance.
I suddenly remembered the photos of Franklin’s mother.
“Wait,” I said. “If this involves weird, tentacled labia, forget it.”
My mother gently shoved me to the side.
“And who are you to tell me what to do with my body?” she said. There was a playful tone to her voice, but a serious look shone in her eyes.
“Um, okay, sorry,” I said, mollified.
“That is correct, how did you know this?” asked Alura.
“We’ve seen old photos,” my mother said. “If that’s what I need to do to go through with this, I am ready.”
“Then let’s do this,” said Makala. “Then the metamorphosis of the one and the six will be complete and they will truly be the seven.”
Alura took my mother’s hand and sat her down on one of the stone benches along the side of the room, then gently spread her legs. My mother’s meaty phallite labia shone in the glow of the room. Alura bent down and opened her mouth – wider than it should have been possible. She pressed her lips around the outside of my mother’s pussy, completely engulfing her clitoris and labia in her mouth. Alura closed her eyes for a moment, her body shook.
Suddenly my mother’s eyes shot open and her head snapped back. I leapt forward, but Makala restrained me.
“Let her finish,” she said into my ear as she had her arms wrapped around me from behind.
Alura made a gagging, retching sound, and slime poured from around her lips that were still locked onto my mother’s pussy. She began to pull her head back. As she did, her mouth moved backwards, slowly revealing long, slimy, ropy tentacles where my mother’s labia used to be. The appendages slipped from Alura’s mouth as she withdrew, finally falling completely free. My mother stood wobbly to her feet. The tentacles hung down below her knees.
I must have looked stricken, but my mother smiled.
“I have known this was how I was going to end up ever since I was asleep in that sarcophagus. It’s okay.”
I wanted to believe everything was going to be okay. I really did.
[END OF CHAPTER 3]
[TO BE CONTINUED]
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