But below her waist, between her legs, hung a big cock – about the size of my own – and it seemed to be coming to attention. And below her knees, her legs ended in hooves.
She stood and looked at the four of us, then smiled.
“I knew you would come back eventually.”
I recognized the face. Without the horns she was the large amazon-like woman in the photos with Franklin. And come to think of it, Alura was almost identical to her…
PART XVI
Silence reined in the chamber for a moment, then I finally found my voice.
“Come back eventually?” I said. “I’ve never been here and I’m pretty sure none of us have ever been here before.”
The woman before us was blue-skinned with nearly blindingly white hair. She had phallite curves – large heavy breasts, wide and long (but cream-colored) nipples, narrow waist, flared hips. She had two curved cream-colored ram’s horns sprouting from her forehead and wrapping around the sides of her head like Princess Leia’s hair buns. Below her knees her calves tapered to fur-covered, massive hooves instead of feet. But between her legs hung a really big cock – like mine – that was starting to rise to attention, dribbling a thin thread of slime from the gaped aperture at the tip. In a lot of ways, she looked a lot like a blue-skinned, hooved, horned, blue version of myself.
“You’ve been here before, and you will keep coming back again and again until you find your way,” she said. “You’ve been here many, many times, for hundreds of years.”
I thought of the pictures we had seen and was about to speak up when Clementina interrupted.
“You’re talking in riddles,” she said.
“Sorry,” the creature said, seeming to soften some. She gently bowed. “I’m Makala. I am the spirit of the caverns. I’ve been here for a long time, and I have been trapped since you were last here, so I forget my manners. Please forgive me.”
We all introduced ourselves, then she smiled and gestured to the stone step that ringed the pool, indicating us to sit.
“As I said,” she continued once we were seated around the pool. “I am Makala, I am a cave spirit, the spirit of the caverns. I live here. I normally can also traveled in human form outside the cave, but I have been trapped here since the last time you – your former selves – came here.”
“Our former selves?” Clementina asked.
“The caves are a circle, and you will continue to come back again and again until you get it right,” she said. “I can’t tell you more until you find the key and unlock the lock.”
“This again…” Ona said, but I shushed her.
“We met another spirit in the cave,” I said. “Alura. She said we needed to find the lock and the key as well. Can you help us figure out what that is?”
“Alura is the guardian of the six,” Makala said. Her eyes got distant. “Alura is my love, but until you find the key and unlock the lock, we are both trapped here away from each other.”
“How long have you been trapped, unable to leave, unable to see your lover?” my mom asked.
“How can we count time clearly when we can’t see the passing of the sun and moon overhead?” Makala said.
“We have some old photographs of a woman in a robe who looked a lot like you,” my mom added. “They are about a hundred years old, give or take.”
“Then you have your answer,” Makala said.
“We are trying to understand what is going on in the caves,” I said. “Trying to understand it but it is confusing. Can you help us?”
“Yes,” Makala said. “I can. But first you need to find the key. The first step is always for me to prophesize.”
“Prophesize?” I asked.
“Yes, prophesize,” she said, standing up. “But I need something from you in order to prophesize.”
“What do you need?” I asked.
Makala stood, then reached out her hand and pulled me to my feet. Her beautiful blue skin and shiny white hair almost glowed in the soft light of the chamber. Our bodies were only inches apart.
“You say it has been a hundred years, so I haven’t had a cock in a century,” she said. “I’m not prophesizing anything until I get rid of a century of frustration. One thing about cave spirits, we love to have a good time.”
Makala pulled me towards her. She stood almost a foot taller than me, her long white hair tumbling down across her back and her large, milky phallite-like breasts with their cream-colored nipples. Large cream ram horns curved back from her forehead. When she looked down at me, she looked so beautiful but unearthly I caught my breath.
She leaned down and kissed me.
I had never kissed a supernatural being before – actually come to think of it I had, that succubus, but this was the first time I did so knowingly and willingly. Her breath was damp and cool, like the caves she occupied, and had an earthy taste to it with the licorice undertones of the phallites. She slipped her tongue into my mouth. It was long and slick, reminding me of my mother’s. I intertwined with her tongue, then she tickled the back of my throat, sending a wave of slime into my mouth. She sucked it out then pulled back, trickling the thick globs down across our breasts.
I pulled back and moved my lips down to her breasts, pulling one of her cream-colored nipples into my mouth. Her creamy milk had the same earthy/licorice taste to it, though it was still sweet and intoxicating like all phallite lactation. I sucked greedily, stretching her long, hard nipple into my mouth and gulping down the liquid that practically gushed from it. Makala moaned and stroked her cock.
I stroked her cock as well. With a hundred years of pent up desire, it was already rock hard and almost two feet long. I pulled it up between my breasts and pulled my own hardening cock next to it, squeezing the two meat sticks between my breasts against Makala’s blue skinned body as I suckled at her rich milk, switching to the other breast when the trickle slowed.
When I had my fill, I let go of her still-trickling nipple and slowly slid my body upwards so that our tits were pressing against each other and the tips of our cocks sticking out above them. Both of our heads were purple and gaping, slime and pre-come gushed from the tips and mixed with the milk we both had running from our long, wide nipples. We rubbed together, stroking our cocks against each other’s cleavage. We squeezed our tits together, pressing the undersides of our cocks together. I felt my balls press against hers and the ribs in our cocks bump against each other as we rubbed them up and down, sending waves of pleasure through my body. We kissed again, and this time she pushed a thick wave of slime into my mouth and slid her tongue deep down my throat, triggering me to spit up a slimy glob of my own. Our slime ran out of our pressed lips, down our chins, and helped lubricate our cocks we were still tit-fucking together between our pressed breasts.
She reached a hand around and slipped two fingers into my already gaping asshole, pulling it wider. I felt a rose of pink flesh push outwards and my sheath slip a few inches free.
With her fingers still in my asshole, she slipped her lips down to my own milk-engorged phallite breasts. She sucked at one of my long, erect nipples for a moment, then switched the other, pulling mouthfuls of milk out of me. She swallowed some, others she trickled down across her own breasts and our pulsating cocks, teasing the tip of mine as she did so. She pulled my cock up between my breasts and ran her finger up the underside, pushing out a load of slime that ran down my chest to mix with the milk that was already covering my tits. She licked the head of my cock, then one nipple, then the other, sending waves of pleasure cascading through me and fresh loads of phallite slime gushing from my mouth, my cock, and my ass.
“I want that cock inside me,” Makala finally whispered to me. She turned around and looked at the other six women in the room, then pointed to Clementina. “And I want my cock inside her.”
Clementina smiled and approached Makala. The cave spirit pulled back from me and turned to Clementina. The two kissed, Makala’s blue skin pressing against Clementina’s light flesh. Their bodies pressed together as more milk trickled from their breasts and slime gushed from Makala’s cock. Clementina pulled Makala’s cock to her mouth and pulled at the tip. More slime slipped from the cave spirit’s meat as Clementina ran her hands up and down the long, thick shaft and teased the tip.
“Where do you want my cock?” Makala asked Clementina.
“You say you’ve been around phallites for centuries and yet you still have to ask?” Clementina said, turning and squatting down on all fours. She reached around with one of her hands and slipped four fingers into her asshole, pulling it upwards and stretching the pink hole. Her sheath poked out a couple of inches in a pink rose, gushing slime down her slit and her thighs.
“I was being polite,” Makala said, then playfully slapped Clementina’s thick hips. She hovered her cock over Clementina’s ass, stroking out slime and pre-come and trickling it across Clementina’s sretched, gaping pink asshole. She lightly touched the flesh with the tip.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked, stroking my own cock and getting ready to drive my own meat into Makala’s asshole once she was inside Clementina.
“It’s been so long,” Makala said. “I’m just savoring the moment.”
While I let Makala have her moment of reflection, I glanced around the room. Olympia was still sitting on the stone steps, but her cock was out and fully erect, trickling slime from the tip. Her platinum goth twin daughters, Demeter and Athena, were on on either side of her, tag-teaming their mother’s pulsating purple erection, sucking the slime and pre-come from the head, licking the shaft. and taking turns swallowing their mothers thick fifteen inches down their throat. Below her cock, Olympia’s pussy gaped between her thick meaty labia, and below that, her wide open pink asshole trickled slime.
Ona was on all fours behind Athena, sucking, licking, and stretching her pink, open asshole.
My mom moved to stand behind me. She ran her tongue down my back and pulled my ass cheeks apart, exposing my own pink, waiting asshole. She slid three fingers from each hand inside my ass and pulled them apart, then planted her lips in my pink sphincter, sucking out a mouthful of slime, swallowing it, then sucking out more. Shivers of pleasure rocked through my body as I felt my flesh and my sheath slip a few more inches out of my asshole. My mother pulled my sheath into her mouth, sucking it deep down her throat, then pulled back. Two feet of pink phallite sheath slipped out of my asshole, along with a wave of fresh slime. I moaned.
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