Hot Springs

Well, I did rather bang on a bit, but here's the next chapter. I should warn you, reader, there is rampant and gratuitous futanari sex depicted here; if that isn't your cup of tea, go somewhere else. You have been warned.

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The Power of Sweet Dreams
Karen/Goddess, Solo!Karen
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In her own bedroom for once, Karen lay fast asleep. However, it was no ordinary sleep; her body was spread-eagled and stiff, covered in sweat, moans escaping from her locked jaws, and her eyes screwed tightly shut. The sheets were thrown off despite the slight breeze that blew in from the late summer night, revealing her naked body. There was no one to even hear, much less watch the brunette in her nocturnal distress.

Of course, anyone who would have thought she was distressed didn't know her very well. Mary, for instance, or Ann or Popurri, would have recognized what was going on in an instant; Karen was dreaming, and they must have been shockingly vivid dreams.

And so they were…

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She was standing in a fog-bound netherworld, empty gray as far as she could see; neither warm nor cold, she did not notice that she was naked until she happened to glance down. The fact did not bother her, for this was clearly a place where nothing happened and no one came to harm.

In time, a dim green evanescence began permeating the bland fog, growing brighter with every second. It wasn't long at all before a shape appeared through the fog, and the greenness clearly originated from the shape. Nevertheless, she had plenty of time to make note of the approaching shape before the fog lifted, or it came into view; it was the Harvest Goddess. Resplendent in her divine glory, her long hair unbound, she stood before the girl, neither saying a word.

At last the Goddess spoke. "Karen, my daughter," she intoned, a hint of laughter in her soft voice; it echoed throughout the dim landscape, creating swirls in the unfocused fog. "You have done well."

"My lady," Karen began, going to one knee. "No offense, but it is Mary whom you should be speaking to."

The Goddess laughed softly, causing more distress in the fog. "Not so; was it not you who unlocked the hidden side of her? That night at my spring, when you threw an offering into the sacred pool and prayed for my blessing?"

"I didn't do much, my lady," the brunette replied modestly. "All we did was what felt right."

The Goddess shook her head, reaching out for Karen's hand. "Kneel not, my daughter," she said as she pulled her to her feet; the Goddess' hand was smooth and warm in Karen's, and she felt a flush throughout her body. "You have all done my work, in being true to yourselves and to me. It is time you were rewarded."

A slight gust blew past them, taking the Goddess' filmy robes with her; Karen looked down involuntarily, marveling at the physical perfection presented before her, and was not surprised to see a semi-erect cock between the Goddess' legs, just in front of a hairless pussy. "You are beautiful, my lady," Karen murmured, falling to her knees before the Goddess; part of her felt removed from the proceedings now, watching as her body seemed to act of its own volition.

The brunette reached out, with a hand and arm that seemed miles long, and whether the Goddess stepped forward or she pulled her in close wasn't clear; the next thing she knew, that warm cock was in her hand, and she was slowly stroking up and down its length as it expanded beneath her touch. Dimly she heard the Goddess hiss, and felt two perfect hands place themselves gently on her head, but she paid no mind to these distractions.

After a brief time, Karen found herself reminded of Jack's stallion, Magnius. "My lady…" she murmured, gazing up with a sudden delicious spike of fear. "I don't think… I mean, you…"

"Fear not," the Goddess replied in a throaty whisper, as her own hand wrapped about the impressive rod; Karen looked up, and saw she was enjoying this. "This is only a dream, is it not?"

"Yeah," Karen murmured, again feeling like a spectator to her own body. She watched herself lean in, licking slowly up the underside of the Goddess' cock, her eyes locked on the divine one's lust-contorted face; no doubt her own bore a smug grin of some sort. Her lips came to the head, and could just barely wrap around it; she settled, for the moment, with kissing and licking it, marveling at the silky warmth of its red weight while she continued stroking up and down the shaft with her soft hand.

She felt the Goddess' hands curl helplessly in her hair, looking to see her head thrown back and her neck clenching slightly. "My lady," she said softly, stroking a little faster with her hand, "you are truly magnificent; I am unworthy of your blessing."

"Oh… yes, you are…" the Goddess panted, looking back down at Karen with lust-darkened eyes. "But… you must… try harder…" she went on, grabbing the brunette's head with a little more force, pushing it down; Karen didn't resist, not knowing what she meant to do yet certain she would enjoy it.

"Open your mouth," the Goddess instructed, "open it wide." Karen did so, stretching her jaws as far as they could, realizing what she wanted and unable to stop it; that watching part of her panicked slightly, yet there was nothing she could do. The sensation of being out of control, of everything being miles apart, was stronger than ever. Slowly the bulbous head was pushed inside her waiting lips, past her skilled tongue, down her throat; the term, she realized, was deep-throating, and she realized that if this wasn't a dream she'd be choking and gasping for breath around the great cock in her mouth.

But, whether because it was a dream or because of some power from the Goddess, the brunette, who had never even seen a cock before, much less handled one, was deep-throating like a pro, stretching out the muscles of her throat and jaw, using her lips and tongue and even her teeth; all the while the Harvest Goddess, above her, was shoving her cock into Karen's face faster and faster, and making louder and louder noises, until with a shriek her body tensed up, bent over Karen's head, her cock shoved as far down her throat as possible as she came, thick strands of hot white cum spurting out.

Karen felt her throat become slick from all the cum, until with a sputter she finally pushed the Harvest Goddess away; her mouth was overflowing, lines of cum beginning to flow down her chin, and still the Goddess didn't stop. Only until the brunette was completely slathered in white semen, from her face to her neck to her round perky breasts, did the spurting cock slow, then stop. With an effort, Karen shut her mouth, and after a moment's working with her jaw she swallowed the whole mouthful of cum. "I am honored, my lady," she murmured thickly, her hand stroking the Goddess again.

Not that this was necessary, since the divine one hadn't gone down in the least despite the huge load covering Karen's face and pooling in her belly. "Lie down," she commanded; automatically Karen did just that, spreading her legs and squeezing her breasts together, feeling gloriously dirty and sticky. The Goddess got down too, but not where Karen anticipated; her knees were on either side of her chest, and her cock lay between the valley of her breasts. Soft hands pressed down over Karen's, pushing her breasts closer together; without further preamble she began thrusting in and out, and the brunette angled her head down so the bulbous head slid into her mouth at every thrust.

Curious, she reached around behind the Goddess, her hands sliding down her ass; one remained up there, the other went further down, brushing against the Goddess' pussy. She was rewarded with a sharp hissing intake of breath, and she gently slid her finger inside. The Goddess gave out a high breathy moan, letting go of Karen's breasts to fondle her own; the brunette used one arm to keep them pressed together, and continued fingering the divine one with her other hand.

One, then two, then all four of her fingers slid into the tight, dripping pussy, fingering like mad; her thumb grazed the glistening clit with every thrust of diving hips. The sight of the all-powerful Harvest Goddess, tossing her head wildly as breathless moans and shrieks erupted from her throat, the incredible cock pounding in and out of her breasts and mouth, was too much for Karen; with a sharp moan she came, arching her back beneath the Goddess, her own fluids gushing forth from her pussy. Whether by accident or design the Goddess came too, and Karen drowned in cum for the second time in… however long. Time didn't mean much in dreamland.

The Harvest Goddess moved, but only to stretch out on top of Karen. The brunette thought she knew what kissing was, but that was before the Goddess pressed their mouths to each other, their breasts rubbing and shifting erotically. The divine one's mouth was softer and warmer than anyone else Karen had ever been with, even as it pressed hard and hungry against her, a long, nubile tongue dancing furiously with hers. She almost didn't notice when skillful, dexterous fingers prodded at her pussy, delicately fingering around the rim before sliding in. Almost didn't feel it, but then she did.

She shouldn't have been surprised when she came again almost immediately, what with the Goddess' hand in her pussy and her mouth on her breasts, but she was, and pleasantly so. "My… my lady…" she panted, gazing up at the Goddess with hazy eyes.

"Shh," she responded, silencing Karen with a finger to her lips. "Not quite done yet." She guided the girl's hand between her legs, where her cock was still as hard as ever. "Technically I could never be satisfied; we could stay here and fuck like rabbits forever," she went on, apparently not noticing the slight slip into vulgarity, "but that wouldn't be any good. Both of us have things to do in the waking world, and besides, I have a goal here." She put her hand on Karen's pussy again; instantly the brunette was horny and energetic again.

The Goddess then lay down flat on her back herself, inviting Karen over with her eyes; helplessly she crawled over, positioning herself atop the waiting deity. She felt the gently throbbing head against her pussy, and hesitated; one hand went out to hold it still while she rubbed herself against it, loving the way it made her hornier with every pass. "I'm scared," she admitted, stalling for time; it felt like it'd tear her in two!

"You'll be fine," the Goddess said reassuringly, not quite keeping all the impatience out of her voice. Dream or not, this was still real in a sense; their orgasms were real, and she hadn't had this much fun in way too long.

Karen nodded, gritted her teeth, and slowly lowered herself onto the stiff, throbbing cock. Right from the start she gasped in pain, unable to keep from clenching up inside; that only made it harder, so she made herself relax again and keep going. "It's… the head," she gasped, inching downward. "Too… big…" If it weren't for that enormous red bulb thing, she thought while she could still think, this would have been so much easier.

It was reaching spots she never imagined could be reached, or that were even there to begin with; slowly the pain was replaced with lust, and she felt she could go a little farther and faster. "I… I can't go any farther," she gasped, halfway down, her muscles too tense to go any more. "You're… too big…"

"Try riding up and down on it, now," the Goddess replied; hesitantly, Karen did so, and found that as she pulled up, it was easier to push back down in return. The head still gave her trouble, but she felt herself getting used to it. "There you go, good girl," the deity said encouragingly. Karen grinned, pleased with herself, gasping as she forced herself farther down; she wondered how the Goddess could stand being held in such a tight grip without losing it like she was about to. She put her hands on the deity's breasts, feeling their smooth perfection as she squeezed and pinched them; it helped distract her from the hot cock that was trying to split her in two.

But the impatient deity wouldn't be so easily dissuaded. Growling faintly she seized Karen's hips and yanked downward, completely impaling the brunette at a single stroke; Karen tried to scream, but found her throat too constricted and could only gape silently. "Faster, harder," the Harvest Goddess hissed, bracing herself and thrusting upward into Karen's tight pussy. She had forgotten how mortal pussy could feel, and almost lost it right then as the brunette came violently, her muscles contracting painfully, but she gritted her teeth and rode it out.

When she was done, Karen felt sore, but she wanted to please the Harvest Goddess, so she braced herself again and slid up and down, finding it easier now that she had come again and her body was looser. A moan escaped her lips as she brushed against some sensitive spot, and she slowly sped up. "I can do this," she hissed, her eyes dark with lust, as she reached down and manhandled her deity's breasts again, riding up and down on her cock, rocking back and forth to get at all the sensitive spots. She looked down and saw the Goddess trapped beneath her, thrusting up in time; the sound of their bodies crashing against each other echoed throughout the foggy landscape.

Suddenly the Goddess bit her lip, her hands seizing about Karen's hips, her back arching up; Karen felt a torrent of warm wetness pouring into her in thick spurts, and the feeling made her come as well. It seemed to go on even longer than the last time, but the brunette was in for a surprise; with her cock still spurting into Karen's pussy the Goddess rolled them over, pinning the girl beneath her. Automatically her legs wrapped around the deity's waist, drawing her in closer; she felt her pussy overflowing with the Goddess' cum even as she started pounding into her, harder and faster than she had ever thought anyone could move.

Her pussy was slick with cum and wetter than before; there was hardly any pain now, just an unending streak of pleasure, orgasm after orgasm, even as more and more cum erupted from the deity's cock. Karen couldn't hear anything over her own screams and the sound of flesh, which was good; the Harvest Goddess was tracing sigils in the air over her pussy, muttering words in an ancient language. The sigils coalesced into a phallic shape, dimming and solidifying into a hard new cock above Karen's pussy, just like the Goddess except smaller.

The brunette, meanwhile, was lost to all sensation save that of the enormous cock pounding her pussy over and over again, until she was screaming from the pain and the pleasure both. Again and again they both came; hot, sticky cum was everywhere, Karen's insides were clogged with it, and still they didn't stop. She felt it, then, building up within her; a bigger orgasm than before, perhaps the biggest in her life. Eagerly she gave voice to the tremors within herself, begging the Goddess to go faster, harder, deeper, anything to bring it on sooner…

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And then she woke up, trying to scream through her locked jaws, drenched in sweat and tangled up in the sheets, her long brown hair soaked and her eyes so wide open they should have popped out. "Nnnngh!" she groaned, unable to move because of the sheets, which was probably good because she would have rolled right off the bed had she been free. It had been so real, her dream; the sweat that soaked her, soaked the sheets, felt like cum, and she was exhausted in the same manner as after rough, lengthy sex. Hell, she was even still trembling like she would after a particularly hard orgasm.

After a minute her body relaxed, and her jaws unclenched. "What happened," she whispered, disentangling herself from the sheets in an unhurried manner. It took a while, but at last she was free, and slowly she ran her hands along her body; sore, and sweaty, but nothing she wasn't used to by now.

Then she came to between her legs, and froze in shock; that hadn't been there before. Slowly she peeled the sheets back, and what she saw brought back every moment of that 'dream' again; just above her clitoris was a good-sized cock, not nearly so big as the Goddess' yet still impressive, currently semi-erect and getting harder. Tentatively, remembering the dream, she reached out and touched the head, hissing at the sensations that evoked within her.

Helpless to resist, she wrapped her hand around the warm shaft and stroked up and down, unable to stop the low keening sound that came from her throat. Nor could she stop her hand from sliding up and down faster, squeezing harder, taking on an obscene pumping motion; she was jerking off, for pete's sake! Desperately she looked around for something, anything a towel or an old robe; she knew enough to realize this could get real messy, real fast, and didn't want a smelly sticky mess all over her bed that she wouldn't be able to explain to her parents.

Her eyes fixed on one of her white shirts, peeking out from beneath the bed; she reached down and whipped it out, splaying it out in front of her as thought became increasingly hard. She had always looked down on boys, thinking them crass and vulgar, one-track-minded thugs who's outlooks on life were limited; now, though, she found herself imaging it was Mary beneath her, pumping her new cock with those soft hands, and thought she could understand some of what made guys so stupid. Certainly she felt pretty stupid right now, both hands jacking furiously at her cock while strange new pleasures erupted throughout her body.

A familiar pressure built up between her legs, though in some ways it was different. It was centered strangely, externalized; it made sense, of a sort, since cocks were largely external and pussies weren't. She was almost doubled over, her knees splayed out as if for balance, the dusty shirt waiting to get sullied even more; inchoate sounds of lust erupted from her throat; suddenly her back arched, her eyes bugged out and her jaws locked up; her cock jumped and twitched in her hands as thick strands of cum shot out, splashing onto the shirt. Her mind was completely blank, overcome by the powerful sensation of her first ejaculation; it seemed to last forever to her, though forever wasn't nearly long enough.

When at last she could think again, she pulled herself upright with a sigh and a groan; her gaze immediately went to the shirt, and the puddle of white fluids that covered it. She could smell it, she realized; it was a wet smell, strong and hot, and she realized her parents wouldn't for a second believe anything she said if they found this. There wasn't any chance of hiding it, either, not if the smell was always this strong.

That didn't matter, though; what did matter was that her cock was still hard, still twitching in her hand. Some of the cum had fallen back, and her hands were wet and slimy. The smell was arousing her further, too, and before she knew it her hands were at it again; with a moan she surrendered, dimly wondering how long this would last…