Story codes: Fantasy erotic, Female, hermaphrodite, Dark.
I would love to hear from readers whether you liked or disliked this story. I am always open to criticisms as well as praise. Also, I’m sure there are a few typos etc in here, as I wrote it in one sitting without editing. If you spot any, let me know and I’ll fix them.
Thank you to all those who were kind enough to take the time to contact me after reading the previous part of this story. It really does make a big difference.
I would like to make it clear that I didn’t write this story for my own gratification. It all started back in 2009-2010. I had become friends with a woman online and we got onto discussing sexual fantasies/fetishes. She sent me a link to a very short animated video of a woman suspended by her wrists from a horizontal pole. A great ogre was thrusting into her from behind and with each forward thrust her belly distended. This, my friend told me was the most erotic part for her. She wanted to be “filled”.
I didn’t know quite what to make of it, but it was her fantasy. I had fantasies of my own, which I’d discussed with her which were perhaps a little more “vanilla” than hers, yet were still extremely personal and I’d trusted her with mine.
We agreed to write stories for each other. I didn’t know how I was going to tackle this one. I’d written dark/strange stuff before for another friend about six years before and it had certainly been a huge turn-on for that woman. Her reaction made it all worthwhile, even though I was rather disturbed by the subject matter, and that was far worse than what I was being asked to write now.
I suddenly realised that this was an opportunity to write something in a completely different style to anything I’d written before. I had an idea to write in third person, present tense, narrated – a little bit like a radio dramatisation, but not a script. I loved the idea of another voice narrating the descriptions and other voices doing the dialogue. I don’t think I was entirely successful in this endeavour, but I think it opens well. The narration gets a little lost when the sex begins.
Well, now that I’ve written my own review… I apologise for that. It’s hard not to be one’s own critic and even harder not to appear pretentious; so I’ll shut up and let you read it for yourself.
If you would like to hear more of this story, please contact me with your thoughts on the first chapter. I’d recommend doing that with all authors when you enjoy their work. Writing is a solitary thing to do and it’s hard to know when it’s been worthwhile or not. Feedback is so useful. But sadly, many people simply take what they want and move along without a backward glance… Not you though; I can tell.
Part two moves a little slower than part one. I wanted to regain control of the descriptive, narrated idea that was the motivation for writing this particular work – at the risk of sounding pretentious.
Seated at the table is a young woman leaning her face against her forearm. Her tresses of dark auburn hair are damp with perspiration and her pretty, round face is pale in the half-light of the dining hall. She sighs and with an effort braces herself into a more upright position.
She is hungry.
She glances around the morbid, lonely room. Various pieces of food and liquid are scattered, squashed or pooled on the stone floor around and under the table.
She sighs again.
Another glance around the room.
‘There!’ she exclaims with delight.
On the far side of the room a silver tray sits atop a narrow table. The tray has a rounded lid with a brass handle on top. She rises from her chair with difficulty. Her limbs are like lead weights beneath her and her head feels as heavy as a cannonball.
She reaches the tray, taking a deep breath before lifting the lid. She lets out an involuntary gasp as the aroma and sight penetrate her senses.
Oh glorious food; fortifying, delicious, comfort!
A soup terrine with a ladle, bowl, bread, butter, fruit and wine greets her.
She hesitates. Her brow furrows and she combs her tangled hair back with her fingers. The soup is piping hot.
‘How? Was this here the whole time? Surely not. It would be cold.’
Did she sleep after Grunkel, third servant to the Master left? Perhaps… It is quite likely, in fact; in the circumstances. A short nap – yes.
She ladles soup carefully into the bowl and butters some bread. She stops again as though in two minds. Not the table. She wants somewhere clean and fresh to enjoy this repast.
Another surprise: There are tables lined along the wall next to the door she came in through. A slow smile caresses her mouth. She was rather distracted from taking in her surroundings in any great detail. She remembers the thick, gnarled, heavily veined penis bouncing as the creature that had ravaged her and left her spent had led her into this room.
How long? she ponders. How long have I been here now?
She dismisses the question as her hunger directs her towards a clean table. She sits and breaks bread and mops up the thick, meaty soup.
Her strength is returning. She eats with abandon.
‘Are you satisfied?’
A tall person has entered through a side door. A female voice, but hard to tell as the figure is shrouded in a thick, floor-length habit. Another figure comes from behind and takes a place at her side. The second gives the first a significant glance after her opening vocalisation.
Betsey, a little flustered, turns to face the two strangers, a thick piece of buttered break halfway to her mouth.
‘Are you nourished?’
The speaker has a sideways grin on her dark lips. Her other features are in shadow, as are those of her colleague.
‘Oh, yes. Thank you. It was delicious.’
‘I brought it while you slept. I didn’t want to disturb you.’
‘So, I did sleep.’
‘Who are you?’ Betsey has regained some of her composure.
‘I am Lucimia,’ says the original speak; ‘and this is my subordinate, Kekishmi.’
‘My name is Betsey, but you probably already know that.’ Her face has regained some of its natural pallor, but she has yet to regain complete mastery over her wits.
‘Yes. We know you quite well. We are here to lead you to the baths. You will need to freshen up, I am sure, no?’
‘Oh yes!’ exclaims Betsey, then drops her head chagrined.
Why am I such a dolt? I have no control of myself here. I seem to be subject to every need without consideration.
Lucimia speaks and all Betsey can do is stare at her, mouth agape. ‘You have no need to control anything here. This place is for your every desire and dark pleasure. There is no judgement here. Our existence is only at your will – and the Master’s. Here in the bowels of adamantine and granite that was first brought into being little by little by your own imagination. Then the Master took his rightful place and we serve at his pleasure. We are tasked with helping to prepare you for your journey deeper into the shadows of your erotic yearnings – and shadow will become flesh and flesh must be satisfied after the imagination has conjured it.
‘Will you come with us?’
‘Yes, a hot bath sounds absolutely heavenly.’
A dark look passes between the two women. ‘Kekishmi, lead the way.’
Kekishmi does as she is bidden. She lifts a silver candlestick out in front of her and leads through a small wooden door Betsey hadn’t noticed before.; deep in the shadows, through the granite ileum of the underworld of Betsey’s creation. The ground crunches under foot and chips of stone broke from the walls as they pass by. Dust falls from the ceiling.
‘Is this place safe?’ asks Betsey.
‘Safe enough answers Lucimia. I think your imagination was not so concerned with decoration and practicality.’
Betsey blushes in the darkness as she follows Kekishmi. Lucimia brings up the rear.
The sound of water falling somewhere ahead in the darkness. Splashing, rippling. Presently, the air becomes moist and the dusty floor is wet and mud-spattered. Betsey can feel it oozing between her toes as she walks carefully along with only the light of Kekishmi’s candle to guide her.
The passageway begins a downward slope and veers off to the right before widening.
Ahead of them a faint light, becomes brighter and larger as they approach. The cavern opens out into a large bright room. A waterfall cascades down the far wall into a blue-green pool. Kekishmi extinguishes the candle and walks towards the pool.
Betsey is delighted to see the surface garlanded by white lilies and golden fish swimming lazily just below the surface.
Lucimia steps up beside her. ‘Please undress and enter the water. You will find the temperature quite comfortable and relaxing.’
Betsey hesitates for only a few seconds before letting the silken gown slip to the mossy floor. She is glad to be out of the soiled nightdress. Kekishmi picks it up and takes it away. Lucimia beckons Betsey to the water’s edge.
She delicately places a toe, breaking the surface tension of the water and finds that it is quite warm. She pushes forward and finds that the pool is shallow with a gradual slope into deeper water. Betsey begins to wade out towards the waterfall and the fish dive for cover. The bottom is smooth and soft against her feet.
She bends her knees and lowers her body into the comfortable, refreshing water and swims out. She is amazed to find that the waterfall is equally warm and she steps into it letting the water shower her head and body, warming strained muscles. She is quite unaware of her nakedness now.
She pushes her sodden hair back with the palms of her hands, squeezing water out of her knotted tresses. Her head is tilted back allowing the water to wash across her upturned face and neck. She caresses her skin with fingers and palms and feels the tiredness draining away with the water as it cascades down her legs.
As she steps out back into the pool, Lucimia and Kekishmi are standing side by side on the bank. Lucimia glances at Kekishmi and they both slip out of their cowled robes simultaneously. Betsey stares in astonishment at what she is seeing.
Lucimia hair is raven-black, thick and shimmering with dark blue highlights. Her eyes are the deepest indigo Betsey has ever seen, set in a pear-shaped face with gently curving eyebrows. Her lips are full and sensual. Her breasts are full with wide, dark areolas.
Kekishmi is taller with narrow hips and proud, tear-shaped breasts. Her hair is dark blonde and her eyes are emerald green. Her face is intense and striking, in stark comparison to the older females softer features.
But this is not what causes Betsey to stare in amazement. Both of them have long slender hands with what appear to be suckers on their finger tips and both have the sex organs of both male and female. Their small, uncircumcised penises are just below their navels and their female organs are in the traditional position between their legs. Neither have any visible testicles.
They step into the water and wade out to where Betsey is standing, motionless. Lucimia lays her hand on Betsey’s shoulder as she stands at her left side and Kekishmi stands at her right. They begin to use their fingertips across the skin of Betsey’s belly and breasts. Her nipples react at once. The softness and delicacy of their touch is exquisite. Betsey has never been touched in this way by another woman.
Another woman? she thinks with a rye smile.
Kekishmi moves around her and Betsey feels her nipples press against her own. She can also feel the soft, silken flesh of her penis against her belly and her own body responds.
The two continue to wash her body until they are satisfied and then Lucimia asks Betsey to lie on the mossy ground on the nearest shore.
‘Please, lay on your stomach.’
Betsey obeys without hesitation. The ground is soft and as comfortable as any bed. She stretches out with her head resting on her folded arms. Kekishmi straddles her round bottom and begins to massage her shoulders and back. Her suckers are applied to Betsey’s skin delicately at first and then with more vigour. Betsey can feel the tension leaving her muscles almost immediately. Kekishmi is a skilled masseuse.
Betsey closes her eyes and feels like she could drift off to sleep, until she feels Kekishmi’s nipples press against her back and slip gently up to her shoulders. She also notices the penis is resting between her buttocks and with each movement it twitches and is becoming erect.
Lucimia is kneeling next to Betsey, watching Kekishmi with a critical eye. Next to her is a bundle which she opens. She produces are mother of pearl hairbrush and begins to gently untangle Betsey’s hair.
Betsey is in a state of almost hypnotic trance. She has never felt her body and mind so relaxed in all her life and yet her senses are quite aroused at the same time.
She can’t help but stare at the penis drooping over Lucimia’s belly. Their eyes meet and Lucimia reaches out and takes Betsey’s hand. She lifts it from the mossy ground and brings it to rest over her sheathed shaft. The foreskin looks slightly wrinkled and the flesh is quite soft and delicate under Betsey’s resting hand. She can’t help but let her fingers explore. Her fingers close on the foreskin and she feels the glans move beneath. She strokes it gently as Kekishmi continues to massage her using her whole upper body.
Presently, Lucimia stands up and Betsey’s hand drops to the floor. Lucimia moves around her slowly, admiring her voluptuous body and stops after several circuits coming to rest standing above Betsey’s head. She crouches with care into a kneeling position, her penis is resting against the side of Betsey’s face.
The weight of the flaccid penis is slight and the sensation of the smooth skin resting across Betsey’s cheek is pleasant; but Betsey is keenly aware that not two inches from her mouth is a vagina. Betsey has never in her life been so close to female genitalia. A part of her is a little apprehensive and yet the majority of her is rather curious.
She studies it.
The outer labia are plumb and slightly velvety looking.
Matt, she decides.
Between those rounded mounds is a slit. As Lucimia moves her knees a little apart, so too the slit widens revealing the inner labia. Betsey has studied hers in a hand mirror once or twice and has seen photos of other women’s “parts”. Lucimia’s labia minora appear to be wrapped like a rumbled handkerchief, thick and yet fragile looking.
There is a mild musty scent with a hint of citrus, like an aftertaste. Above the cleft of her labia majora is a patch of soft, black hair that is slightly curly.
Lucimia smiles as she begins to move her hips, rhythmically. Her penis begins to glide across Betsey’s cheek, over her eye and onto her forehead; the foreskin sticking slightly to Betsey’s hair. At the same time her vagina is moving closer and closer to Betsey’s full lips.
Her mouth dry, Betsey licks them. Lucimia’s smile broadens.
All the while, Kekishmi continues sliding her body over Betsey’s back, buttocks and thighs. Betsey realises how aroused she is and involuntarily squeezes her thighs together, building pressure between her legs and closes her eyes.
‘You may take me in your mouth now,’ allows Lucimia.
Betsey’s eyes open, pupils dilated. Her mouth is dry with sensual desire. After Grunkel’s rough ministrations she feels as though she is in a gentle dream. She licks her lips once more and Lucimia moves her hips again allowing the penis to slip back down towards Betsey’s eager parted lips.
She samples the foreskin delicately. She has never experienced an uncircumcised penis before and she finds it extremely erotic. She squeezes her lips over the loose tip and moves her tongue forward to investigate further. Lucimia lets out a gentle moan of appreciation. Then Betsey uses a little suction to pull it deeper into her mouth, tasting, pulling, sucking.
Lucimia closes her eyes, leans her head back on the column of her neck. Kekishmi leans forward and kisses her throat and traces the contours of her jaw. The older woman’s moans become deeper and she turns her head slightly, allowing Kekishmi to use her full lips on the side of her neck and ear.
Betsey sucks deeper as the phallus becomes thicker and harder. The foreskin begins to retreat as the shaft becomes proud. Her hips begin involuntary forward thrusts. Betsey is equal to this and allows Lucimia’s member to quest deeper into her mouth. She tightens her lips over the shaft, heightening the vacuum within, creating more friction on the tender, sensitive skin. The foreskin moves back and forth over the bulbous head as the thrusting pushes and pulls like a gathering piston.
Kekishmi lowers her mouth back to Lucimia’s throat and down between her collar bones until her lips are between Lucimia’s ample breasts. The older woman leans forward and her breasts hang either side of Kekishmi’s upturned face and stroke Betsey’s back.
Kekishmi’s penis is hard against Betsey’s buttocks and she notices Kekishmi is pushing it downwards. She arches her back to push back against Kekishmi and carefully moves her thighs apart to allow the young woman access to her.
Lucimia senses Betsey’s awakening ardour and slowly pulls back from Kekishmi. This in turn allows Kekishmi to drop down between Betsey’s legs and lay her chest onto her back.
At the same time Lucimia leans back and continues her thrusts into Betsey’s mouth. Kekishmi’s considerably sized nipples press against the muscle and fat of her back below her shoulders as the young woman begins to push forward, questing for Betsey’s now well-lubricated sex. She doesn’t use her hands but finds her easily enough on the second forward stroke.
Betsey gasps as she feels her lips part and the thickened head push its way into the secret recesses of her body. As she does so, the penis pushes deeper still into her mouth until it is only millimetres from her throat. She tenses her neck and allows it to make its way all the way back and she holds it there with tightened lips and eyes firmly shut.
Lucimia and Betsey moan in unison as Kekishmi’s thrusts become more urgent pushing her fuller onto Lucimia’s fully hard erection. She fights the urge to gag before allowing it to slide halfway out of her mouth. Her saliva drips from her bottom lip and she sucks with more determination. She can feel the skin slide to and fro over the blood engorged member as Lucimia moans her approval.
‘Yes Betsey. That’s it. Now suck on the head.’
Betsey does as she is bid, allowing the penis to slip almost out of her mouth and sucking only the head back in. She allows it to slide in and out with the pressure of her mouth. She enjoys the slippery, silken sensation of it against her top lip and the delicate, veined groove against her tongue.
Kekishmi’s trusts become deeper and Betsey forces her thighs even wider until the young woman is prostrate against her body. The woman’s penis is buried deep within her.
Betsey can feel Lucimia’s climax build and just before it reaches a crescendo she pulls back, disengaging from Betsey’s mouth. Betsey looks up at her in astonishment.
Lucimia smiles, says: ‘I have more than one organ that needs satisfying.’
Kekishmi pulls out a moment later and kneels between Betsey’s thighs.
‘But I’ve never…’
‘This is a place to experiment with new desires and experiences, no? Please, turn over onto your back.’
Betsey hesitates. She doesn’t recall any bisexual desires.
Lucimia reaches down with her right hand and begins to squeeze her outer lips, pinching her inner ones between. She grips them hard, her thumb and forefinger working her clitoris between the cushion her puffy outer lips have made against direct stimulation of that most sensitive of organs.
With her left hand she gently strokes her now semi-erect shaft, pausing now and then to grip the tip of her foreskin and tug it slightly, making it stretch, the silhouette of her glans showing though the almost translucent skin.
Betsey watches with fascination, her desire growing.
Four sexual organs; two women.
She wonders at the possibilities.
‘Now, onto your back please.’ Lucimia is more insistent.
Kekishmi stands and Betsey notices she is stroking her penis too, although her vagina is left untouched. As Betsey slowly turns over she uses the opportunity to appraise Kekishmi once more. Her nipples are enormous; at least a centimetre wide and probably a centimetre-and-a-half long, atop engorged, puffy areolas. Her eyes lower grudgingly down the young woman’s flat stomach. Her penis is flaccid now and stretches with each slow stroke; below, her vulva is less pronounced than Lucimia’s, with fine lips and a light brown triangle of pubic hair above.
Betsey lays down on her back; the feel of the mossy ground soft and yielding. Lucimia stands above her head and Betsey feels a thrill of having that vulva above her, knowing that it will soon be against her own lips.
Lucimia continues to stroke her penis and Betsey watches with intense pleasure as it begins to thicken and become erect again. Lucimia looks down into Betsey’s eyes and her hair falls forward down the side of her face. Her fat breasts conceal most of her face, but the eyes are visible above the hanging globes.
Kekishmi leans forward and takes one of the breasts in her hand and squeezes it until it is almost flattened. Then she takes a dark nipple in between her thumb and forefinger and pulls back. Lucimia moans and her body shudders. Betsey can not help but reach for her own sex and begin to moisten her fingers. Lucimia’s long labia shake and shiver with Lucimia’s movements. Betsey watches with awe at these two hermaphrodites above her, stroking, pinching, pulling, squeezing.
Lucimia’s eyes are still fixed on Betsey’s. A half smile crosses her lips and she looks at Kekishmi. Again, that seemingly psychic connection… Kekishmi looks into Betsey’s eyes, and then returns her intense irises to Lucimia.
Yes. There is something passing between them. A plan? A common understanding?
Lucimia lets go of her penis and grips her labia majora tightly again. Her inner lips seem to become even longer as they are forced between the fleshy mounds. Then she takes a slender, tapered finger and runs it down between her labia minora and Betsey sees a string of silver as she lifts her finger up towards her clitoris. Her inner lips now glisten with wetness. She reaches down and begins to grip her lips with care and pulls them apart until they appear like the wings of a butterfly, pink with dark wing-tips.
Betsey’s fingers work faster and she sighs. Lucimia begins to lower her body, bending her knees. Her thigh muscles bulge as she takes the strain in them. Betsey swallows in a dry throat and licks her full, dark lips. Her eyes stare, unblinking at the vulva as it gets closer and closer.
She becomes aware of Lucimia’s scent as she gets almost close enough to touch. It is a subtle and warm. It is a smell she has never known before in waking life and it is intoxicating. Lucimia locks her knees and hovers above Betsey’s eyes, giving her a close up view of her hanging sex. Betsey can see the glistening diamonds of moisture and a fine string of pearls drips from the opening. It lands on Betsey’s right cheek.
‘I seem to be ready for you now.’ Lucimia’s voice is husky with desire and Betsey doesn’t trust her voice to reply.
Lucimia lowers herself the last few inches until her delicate labia touch Betsey’s nose and slide down to her mouth.
Heat. She feels it against her whole face. It’s as though the very air has become thick and burns with the furnace of Lucimia’s sex.
Betsey tentatively opens her lips a little until the hot, wet meat is a little in her mouth. Her tongue touches her lips; mildly salty. Suddenly, Lucimia pushes down until her lips are pressed either side of Betsey’s mouth and begins to grind her hips back and forth. Her labia slip up and down over Betsey’s mouth and nose and she is absorbed by Lucimia’s cunt.
At the same time, she feels movement between her thighs and Kekishmi’s penis is buried inside her. She opens her mouth and gasps and her mouth is suddenly filled with Lucimia’s sweet meat. She can only suck and lick at the wet delicate flesh.
Lucimia moans and grinds a little harder. Her labia slip and slide this way and that across Betsey’s greedy mouth. Kekishmi pumps hard deep into her vagina and she is almost overwhelmed with so much sensation and need. She wants both of them in her, on her, over her. She is suddenly completely and utterly taken over by these two deeply sensuous women.
As Betsey feels these emotions and sensations, Kekishmi leans forward and takes Lucimia’s penis into her mouth. Betsey can feel her breasts pressed against her own and she can hear the sucking, slurping sounds.
Lucimia lets out a scream and her whole weight is now on Betsey’s face. The three of them are connected like a chain of exotic flowers. Stamens and carpels have become one grinding, thrusting pistil.
Betsey is unsure who orgasms first, whether it is Lucimia or Kekishmi or herself. Perhaps they all climaxed together. The cave is reverberating with the moans and cries of the three women when Lucimia and Kekishmi collapse together onto Betsey. The three lay mutually panting and perspiring, their bodies in a heap.
‘I believe you need another bath,’ laughs Lucimia between pants.
END OF PART TWO.
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