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Introduction:

Sometimes even the eternals squabble over dogma. Us mere mortals will wait over here...

This is Chapter 5, which comprises parts XXII – XXV, plus an interlude.

Just a reminder: this is partly a horror story, so consider yourself warned.

Also, another reminder, the line between female and male gets rather porous in this tale.

If you are in a hurry or just want to focus on the main storyline, you can skip part XXIII and the interlude at the end.

Clementina, Chapter 5 - Citadel

PART XXII

Before I had a chance to ask Makala what, exactly, she meant, we were interrupted by the voices of Clementina and Eva, my mother, coming into the Nexus, followed by Olympia and the twins, Athena and Demeter. Princess Rosie had retreated to a corner, folded her bug legs underneath her, and seemed to be drifting off to sleep. A moment later the crew found us.

We were all here, hanging out in Ona’s royal chamber. And what a strange assortment we were. The impact of the phallites on all of us was clear, and the usual phallite body ruled the room – large, pendulous, milky breasts with wide aureoles and long nipples; narrow waists; and wide hips. For those with female genitalia – large, dangling, meaty labia and clitoris. For those with male genitalia – thick, huge cocks.

Clementina was probably the most normal-looking one of us. Long dark hair cascading across her milk-engorged breasts, she was the prototypical phallite female.

Ona, her sister, was also a prototypical phallite female. She also had long dark hair and a curvy, busty body. She was currently laying on her pink mounded throne, her translucent pink anal and vaginal sheaths hanging out and dribbling slime.

Eva, my mother, blonde hair, typical phallite female body shape and bust, but a half dozen tentacles ringed her slit where her labia and clitoris would normally be positioned between her wide phallite hips.

Olympia, the slenderest of the phallite females, but still curvy. She was mostly female, but instead of a clitoris she sported a long, huge, meaty cock at the top of her vulva.

Demeter and Athena, Olympia’s twin daughters – goth chicks with platinum dyed hair. They were mostly typical phallite females except they had already been a little on the chunky side prior to taking on their symbiotes, so they were the chubbiest of all of us.

Then there were the two cave spirits.

Makala, a seven foot tall goddess with a typical phallite shape. She was blue skinned with shiny white hair, cream colored ram’s horns sprouting from her head. Her nipples were creamy white. Between her legs sprouted a huge cock. She was the only one of the crew who had a cock that rivaled my own.

Alura, green-skinned and beatiful, with a mass of tentacles below her waist where her legs should be. But deep inside those tentacles were a big cock, a vagina, and an asshole, all completely serviceable.

And finally there was myself, typical phallite female shape, but with a monster cock and testicles instead of labia, vagina, and clitoris. I was the only one of our tribe who had been male once. And I was “the One”, though we were still sorting out exactly what that meant.

Oh, and in the corner was Princess Rosie, one of the brood princesses who could fertilize Ona to produce a brood of workers. She was typical phallite female on top, but essentially a huge bug below the waist, with six legs, a carapace, and a strange chitinous bug-cock. She was quietly napping in the corner.

My mom and Clementina came over and stood next to me.

“You guys smell like licorice,” my mom said, slyly. “What were you up to?”

“Apparently Rosie is like a battery,” I said. “She has to be recharged after each use.”

“Sounds like fun,” Clementina said.

“So about the Door of the Three,” I said, turning to Makala. “Can we open that next?”

“Sure,” she said. “But we should wait a couple days. I think everyone needs a couple of days to recover from that adventure.”

Murmurs and nods of assent filtered around the brood chamber and everyone made for the door as my mother added a reminder that everyone should shower before getting in the pool because too much slime and dirt from the caves clogged the filters.

I was on the far side of the room so I was farthest from the door. At the end, it was just myself, Makala, and Ona, who was still lounging on her pink, slimy mound that acted as a throne.

“Let’s go,” Makala said, nodding to Ona and pointing towards the door.

“I think I’ll just lay here,” Ona said. “It’s my throne. I’m the queen.”

“You shouldn’t spend all your time down here,” Makala replied.

“Don’t I get to choose what I do? It was your prophecy that made me queen.”

“The prophecy said you were the loving, caring, giving, selfless mother. The prophecy also said you were the gaping, slathering, selfish sucking whore. You’re acting like the selfish whore. Come on.”

“I want to stay and hang out with Rosie.”

“Rosie isn’t a companion, she’s a nursemaid, and her intelligence is minimal. She lives down here, you live up in the house. Get up. Let’s go.”

“No,” Ona said. She was being a petulant child, and she rolled over onto her stomach, turning slightly away from Makala.

“This is your last warning,” Makala said.

“Go away!”

Makala grasped Ona’s hair and lifted her head up so they were eye-to-eye.

“I said, let’s go, whore.”

Ona looked surprised but remained defiant.

“Hey, back off.”

“This is my cave, bitch,” Makala said. “I’m the cave spirit, so if I say it’s time to go, you go. Got it?”

Ona shoved Makala. The cave spirit didn’t budge, but instead lifted Ona even higher in the air by her hair, then reached down between Ona’s legs and seized her sheaths that were still hanging out. She lifted Ona bodily and put her down outside the doorway.

“Ow! Hey, that hurts!” Ona said. “Be gentle! Okay, I’m going.”

Makala and I followed Ona back up to the house, and a bit later the entire crew were in the pool or around the side, soaking in the late day sun.

“So tell me about the Door of the Three,” I said.

Makala and Alura were lounging in the pool in their human forms, Makala with her arm around Alura’s waist.

“The Door of the Three,” Makala said. “You open it by using a key like you used to open the brood chamber. This key requires the Two and the One, Olympia and Roshele.”

“Is this another in-one-end-and-out-the-other thing?” Olympia asked.

Makala nodded.

“Sweet,” Olympia said.

I gestured for Makala to continue.

“So what’s beyond the door?” I asked.

“The rooms where we raise the Citadel.”

“What’s the Citadel?”

“That, sadly, isn’t something I can tell you until we get in there. As you know by now, there are rules that govern what I can say.”

“Are we in any danger, like we were with that Succubus creature?”

“I can’t say there is no danger at all, but it’s nothing on par with what you have already faced...and what you may yet face.”

Further probing got me (or anyone else) nowhere, and after a bit we headed inside for some food then we wandered off to our own parts of the house.

The next two days were uneventful. I did some work on the house, and I kept an eye on the work the worker creatures were doing to build our direct connection between the house and the nexus (it was finished in just 36 hours). Olympia and the twins spent a lot of time up in the lab, Ona with them. Clementina helped me out with some of my chores and did some of her own, and my mom was busy with the sale of our old house. It seemed we had a new offer.

The cave spirits spent most of their time in the caves.

Random sex occurred. Mostly I fucked my mom and Clementina, but I railed Ona once and Olympia once. Oh, and my mother and I went down and hooked up with Alura one time too.

But as peaceful as things were, there were a couple of odd occurrences that happened in the intervening days and presaged what was to come.

I was walking up the hill to the trees we had planted to commemorate the lives lost to the dark phallites – including my own father. The hill was part of a large field probably four or five acres in total that had once been part of the large spread owned my Clementina’s family. As I walked up the hill I noticed that the earth was cracked in places and slightly bowed, as if something had pushed upwards from below. I showed it to the others and we decided that we should do some digging there sometime soon to see if we could discover what was erupting. If we dug down a few feet and couldn’t find anything, Olympia might be able to get a ground-penetrating radar from the university.

That evening as we were all having our evening skinny dip the sound of crows, lots of them, came from the fields, particularly the area we had seen the earth heave. Hundreds of the birds lit in the field and were cawing and croaking in an avian cacophony. It was loud enough that we had to raise our voices to be heard. We had seen crows in the field before, but this was hundreds of them. It was freakish and unnerving. When we asked Alura and Makala about it, they were evasive, as they often were when there were things they were psychically bound not to tell us yet.

Finally, I had a strange feeling like somewhere underneath that earth, someone had awakened. A protector, or a guardian. It was odd.

The following Friday, we all made our way back down to Makala’s chamber and into the room with the cubbies and stalks beyond. We all wore swimsuits like we usually did when going into the nexus – the slime coated everything, so it was easier just to wear a bathing suit or go naked.

Makala led us to one of the cubbies and pushed back the thick streamers of pink, slimy, skin-like organic material that walled off the cubby.

Inside was a bench like there had been in the other door-opening cubbies, as well as a five-foot pink stalk coming out the center. The bench was similar to the others.

We all knew what was coming, and Olympia was already keyed up for her role. She peeled off her swimsuit and stood naked in front of the bench, looking the long pink, ribbed stalk up and down. Her long nipples atop her pendulous breasts were sending rivulets of phallite milk across her chest and her cock was already almost fully erect, sticking out 18 thick inches in front of her, a steady stream of slime pouring down from the tip. Her pussy, similarly, was trickling slime down her legs, and her pink, translucent anal sheath was already sticking six inches out of her gaping asshole, dribbling slime from the tip.

I’ve already described the pink stalk excitement before, I don’t need to describe it again, except to say we heard a door opening deep in the nexus during the session.

Once the fucking had slowed and we all I had gathered our wits, the entire gang made their way back out to the nexus where the next door in line now stood open, a dark tunnel beyond. There was a switch just inside that lit up the corridor and a room at the far end, probably twenty feet down the tunnel.

“Maybe we should slow down and let the science team go in first,” Olympia said.

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence, then everyone shook their heads.

Olympia shrugged. “Well, I tried.”

“What do we expect to find?” I asked Makala, not sure if I might get an explanation now that we had unlocked the door, but she remained silent.

“Well, whatever it is, I’m sure it’ll be fucking weird,” Ona added as we started down the corridor.

At the very end we entered the chamber beyond to whispers and whistles.

“Whoa,” Clementina said. “Your order of weird has been delivered.”

Weird. Yeah. But we were getting used to weird. Even the science team had sort of realized we had entered a space where the rules of science had been broken in strange and unpredictable ways.

The room we had entered behind the now-open Door of the Three was about the size of Makala’s chamber with her throne, or Alura’s chamber with her well and statue. Except in this room the ceiling was much higher and their appeared to be some kind of a balcony that ran around two thirds or so of the way up.

But that wasn’t the weird part. The weird part was the pair of statues that formed a sort of arch over a small pool – not unlike the antechamber connected to the house where I first met the light phallites. Similar to that room, this one held statues of two individuals with, um, body parts, extended over the pool. Both of the statues before us now had generally female phallite forms, with their pendulous breasts, long nipples, narrow waist, and flared hips. And both statues had normal phallite female labia and vagina. However both had cocks where their clits should be.

But still, that also wasn’t the weird part.

Both statues had very large cocks. But one of the statues had two cocks, one just on top of the other, both sprouting from where the woman’s clitoris should have been. If this were a normal-sized person, the cocks would have been around eighteen inches long – the size of Oympia’s meat. I glanced up at the face of the statue. The face held at least a passing resemblance to her. This statue had one hand on their lower cock, and the other hand reaching across the pool to the other statue.

The second statue had a face with some similarity to mine, however it had a vagina, not testicles. The labia around the slit were big, and hung down like a thick ragged hood nearly a foot below the body. The statue had a gargantuan cock, that sucker would have been more than two feet on a normal sized person – not unlike my own when I tighten up all my muscles. But the cock head was flared and the slit at the end was long and had what looked a lot like pussy lips around it. Not lobed labia but more of the puffy innie sort of pussy lips. The statue was grasping its cock in both hands like it was a fucking baseball bat, and the opposite statue had reached across the pool and slid two fingers inside the head, stretching it downwards. If that were a normal sized person, the head of the cock would have been stretched out at enough to slide your fist inside.

All three cocks were carved as if slime or come were assaying from the tips.

It was freaky.

Behind the statues on the wall was another image, this one carved in relief, showing a phallite-like female with a crow or raven on one shoulder, and a bat on the other, along with a decent-sized cock. Beside the image of the crow/bat girl was a set of stairs leading up to a bricked-in arch.

We all stood taking the scene before us in. I glanced around and noticed that Makala and Alura had moved back so their backs were against the far wall and they were looking upwards towards the balcony that ran around the upper reaches of the chamber.

I followed their gaze up and in the shadows I thought I saw something move.

“There’s something up there,” I said. All heads turned up as a shadow moved along the balcony.

“Alura? Makala?” came a sweet-sounding woman’s voice from above. “How long has it been?”

“Nearly a century, Bathory,” said Makala.

“And who are your friends?” the shadowed figure asked.

“The One, the Six, the Consort, the Two, the Not-the-Two, and of course, the Whore,” Makala called back.

“There are many Ones, Makala. Is this ’A’ One or ‘The’ One?”

“This is The One,” Alura said.

“And you know this how?” came the voice from above.

“Come down and taste her for yourself, and you shall know.”

“And if I come down and it is not The One, may I have her?”

“Taste me? And what does she mean ‘have me’?” I interrupted.

“Nothing to worry about,” Makala said, clearing her throat then calling up to Bathory. “No promises, only that when you come down and taste her, you will know.”

“Will the Citadel be restored?” Bathory said.

“Why the fuck else would we be here?” Alura said, exasperation in her voice.

“Does she have the beacons?” Bathory asked.

“She is the One, so she has the beacons,” Makala called back.

“What are the beacons?” I asked, interrupting again.

“Nothing to worry about,” Makala said.

“But are the beacons ready?” Bathory asked.

“We’re getting to that…” Makala said with a sigh.

“And has the Two been made the Two?”

“We were still getting to that as well,” Alura said.

“Then why are you here?” Bathory said. “Come back when they are ready.”

“Things are different then they used to be,” Makala said. “People are different. They’re softer, kinder, more sophisticated. They want to know what they are getting in to rather than blindly following creatures who seem to have supernatural traits.”

“Plus,” Alura added, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “It’s probably better they start getting used to you now, what with your delightful personality and kind disposition.”

Suddenly the shadow up on the balcony above us jumped and – spread its wings? All of us leapt back against the wall as Bathory lit on the floor in the center of the chamber next to the statues.

Of course, she had the usual phallite shape – wide bust, wide hips, narrow waist, big labia, and in her case, a huge cock instead of a clit. But the rest of her was anything but standard.

Her scaled skin was deep, deep red, and black veins criss-crossed her entire body under her scales. Her hair was black and giant black ram’s horns not unlike like Makala’s white ones sprouted from her head. Her eyes glowed red. Her scales were interrupted by three patches of soft black fur. One patch started just above her cock and ran in a strip about two inches wide up past her naval, up between her breasts, and then expanded into a large diamond shape between her cleavage and her throat. She also had thick strips of soft fur on her sides that ran from her armpits down to her hips.

Her breasts, carrying the usual phallite shape, had black veins that pulsed and throbbed all around them. Her nipples were long and black and pulsed in time with the thick veins standing out against her scales all around her pendulous mammaries.

But most shocking of all were the leathery bat wings that sprouted from her shoulder blades and arced behind her.

“Whoa,” I said.

“Yeah, whoa,” Clementina said, standing next to me.

Bathory looked us over, then her eyes lit on me. She flexed her wings twice as her eyes took me in, strafing down my body, studying my face, my breasts, my cock – which was still coated in pink slime from the stalk.

“Hmm,” she said.

She turned and her eyes locked on Olympia, immediately looking straight at her cock.

“This is the Two?” Bathory asked.

“She is,” said Makala.

“She is not ready, the One is not ready. We are not ready to raise the Citadel. You know better than this, Makala. You as well, Alura. You know the rules.”

“Come off it,” Alura interrupted. “We know the difference between the rules that were made by the gods, and the rules that were just made by a bunch of old horny guys who think they know the will of the gods. There are rules about what it takes to raise the Citadel, but there are no rules from the gods that say that Miss Bathory the high-and-mighty can’t be awoken from her beauty sleep until all preparations are ready.”

There was a long, uncomfortable silence. Us mere mortals were hovering back, trying to remain unobtrusive while the spirits sorted out their dogma. Then Bathory laughed.

“My apologies to you – and to everyone – for the offense.” she made a sweeping gesture encompassing all of us, and then bowed low enough that her engorged, veiny tits almost brushed the floor. “I am Bathory, the Guardian of the Citadel.”

Introductions were made all around, then Bathory turned to us mere mortals who were still trying to blend into the walls while the spirits had their debate. She was about to speak when Clementina suddenly went “Oh!” and a grinding sound came from a slightly-different-colored section of the chamber floor. That section slid back, revealing stone stairs going down into a chamber below.

Alura glared at Clementina, then looked at the floor and shook her head. “Here we go…” she said softly.

“It was an accident,” Clementina said, mollified, turning and looking at the stone button she had inadvertently bumped. “I was just leaning against the wall…sorry...”

Alura and Makala were both looking at the floor, uncomfortably. I had a feeling we were about to get into another dogma argument among the spirits.

I was right.

Bathory, her eyes burning red, looked over at us humans. Her face went from bemusement, to surprise, then to annoyance. She turned to her two fellow spirits who suddenly seemed to be trying to look unobtrusive.

“They didn’t know?” Bathory asked.

Neither Alura or Makala answered.

Bathory sneered. “Fucking hell, you two really are amazing. When were you going to tell them about the treasure room?”

“The pace of the world’s decline has accelerated,” Makala said. “We may not have time to wait another generation or two for another One. This entire existence is on the verge of collapse – us with it. This multiverse bubble is critical to many others. We must get it right this time. Too much depends on us.”

“So you think the gods would approve of lying to the One and her cohorts?”

“We didn’t lie, exactly,” Alura said, still looking down. “We just sort of omitted an itty-bitty little point.”

The sneer on Bathory’s face got so intense I thought she was going to burst into flames. “Fucking hell, this whole fucking thing is about to come off the rails. Nice work, bitches.”

Makala had had enough. She stepped forward angrily and planted her finger in the fur between Bathory’s breasts, pushing hard enough that the red-scaled Guardian took a step backwards.

“Look bitch, while you’ve been up there having your nice little wet dreams, we’ve been down here trying to guide these skittish mortals through their paces. We’ve been outside, we’ve seen the state of the world. Humans have advanced tech like we haven’t seen in this multiverse cluster before. They have discovered nuclear weapons. They have worked out instantaneous communications. They have made advanced electronics. People today are so overwhelmed by inputs they are easily distracted – and we don’t need any more distractions.”

“So you lied – or, excuse me – omitted key information,” Bathory replied, unfazed by the outburst.

“Don’t judge, bitch,” Makala sneered back at her. “You’ve got a part to play, now fucking play it.”

“Fine, but one of us needs to tell these ‘skittish mortals’ – your words – what’s downstairs before we raise the Citadel.”

There was a long, uncomfortable silence, at the end of which Bathory turned to us humans who were now even more nervous than we had been before.

“On behalf of my comrades, I apologize,” Bathory said. “Let’s go downstairs and have a look around, shall we?”

She moved to the stone steps and started down. Makala was shaking with rage, Alura was trying to calm her. Us humans were unsure what to do. From below we heard Bathory’s voice echoing up the stairs.

“We aren’t raising the Citadel until you know what’s down here,” she said. “So let’s get this shit over with so either we can move forward or I can go back to sleep.”

Alura gestured vaguely at the stairs while still talking softly to Makala. I crept to the steps and started down, followed by the others.

The chamber below was incredible. It was about the size of the room above. The walls were interspersed with glowing pink flesh mounds, casting a light around the room. The parts of the wall that weren’t pink were plated gold that shone in the light.

Piled everywhere around the chamber was gold and jewels. It was breathtaking. I walked to a pile of gold coins and picked up a handful.

“These look like pictures I’ve seen of Roman coins – but they look new.”

“This is ancient ceremonial Egyptian armor,” Olympia said from another pile. “It’s in practically mint condition.”

Gold, jewels, and riches beyond imagining were just scattered about. On the back wall a pile of ingots stood. Gold, silver, iron, bronze, every malleable metal was piled high waiting for some unknown artisan to turn them into something amazing.

“What...the...fuck…” I finally said. “What in the living fuck.”

Behind us, Makala and Alura had finally slipped down the steps and were hovering back, watching. Bathory stood in the center of it all, also watching us take it all in.

“What’s back there?” Demeter asked, pointing to an arch on the far wall leading to another chamber.

“A forge,” Bathory said. “There’s an egg in your brood chamber containing the Forge Princess. Her brood runs the forge and can make anything you can imagine.”

“Wow,” my mom said. “This is crazy. You weren’t going to tell us about this?” she asked, turning to Makala.

“We just didn’t want you to get...distracted…” Makala said, softly.

“You thought that if we knew about this room, we’d give up and just take the money and run,” my mom replied.

“There’s another tunnel leading from this room back to the nexus,” Alura said. “In the past we have told previous One’s and their crew about this room. Once they saw the riches, they stopped seeking to open the doors and just reveled in their newfound wealth.”

“Shirley Franklin…” I said. “He...she...and her cohort, they gave up didn’t they? They just wallowed in their gold and jewels and just...stopped trying. In the time that those pictures were taken, cameras were a luxury item.”

Alura softly nodded.

“Fuck that,” Ona leapt in. “We’re here to fucking save the world. Money is money, but what we are doing is too important to get distracted. You may consider us modern people more easily distracted or softer, but we aren’t going to be fooled by bullshit like this. We are here to do a job and we’re going to do it. So let’s get back to work.”

There were murmurs of assent from the others.

“That is…” I added with a sneer. “If that’s okay with you skittish immortals...”

I don’t know if the spirits had ever had a mortal talk to them in quite that tone of voice. They seemed to be taken aback. I pressed my advantage and walked up to Makala, shoving my face into hers.

“Anything else you are holding back on?” I said, a definite edge in my voice.

Makala squarely met my gaze. “No, nothing more.”

“Great. Then let’s quit fucking around and get back to work.” I swore loudly and stormed past her, up the stairs, back into Bathory’s chamber.

Once we had all gathered upstairs, Bathory put her arm on my shoulder.

“How much have Makala and Alura told you about raising the Citadel?” she asked.

“Uh, not much,” I said. “They say there are certain things they are bound to not say.”

“This is true, but now that I am here and the Door of the Three is open, you can understand what comes next. First, the Two must be made the Two.” She gestured to the double-cocked statue.

“So you are going to give me another cock?” Olympia asked.

Bathory nodded. Olympia smiled.

“I’ve been loving the one, I bet I will love having two. I’ve got two twin daughters, one cock for each.”

During this exchange, I had been staring at the other statue. I turned to Bathory.

“Is that other statue me?” I asked.

“It is,” she said.

“The gaping cock head is strange but okay, but that statue has labia and a vagina, like you, Makala, and Olympia. Right now I have testicles.”

For the first time I saw honest kindness wander across Bathory’s face. She put her arm around me, and I could feel the fur on her side against my skin. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it was incredibly soft, like mink or sable. And her scaled skin was also warm and soft. If you’ve ever held a snake that has been basking in the sun – it was that same soft warmth. It was comforting, even the feel of her heavy black veins pulsing under the scales was warm and soft.

“There is nothing to be afraid of,” she said. “You haven’t been producing semen from those organs since you made the transition. Any testicular tightening or sensations during orgasm are just muscle memory. You’ll like having a pussy a lot more than your useless balls.”

“Will this hurt?” I asked.

“Not at all,” she said.

“What will happen to my nuts?”

“They will become the beacons.”

“My balls are beacons?” I said, stifling a snicker.

“They will be once we raise the Citadel. And once we raise the Citadel, the beacons will draw to us the one who is to be the Keeper of the Citadel.”

“Who is that?”

Bathory shook her horns and nightmare black tresses.

“I don’t know, I just know it will be someone known to the Seven – you and your mother. Possibly someone you are close to. The gods can be pernicious sometimes, so it may not be someone you expect...or even like...”

“Wow, this is a lot to process.”

“Which is why it’s probably a good time for us all to take a pause and call it a day,” Alura interjected. “Roshele and Olympia probably need some rest after opening that door and dealing with these new...um...revalations...”

I had been so full of nervous energy ever since entering Bathory’s chamber and discovering the treasure room that I hadn’t realized just how tired I was. I murmured assent and we all made our way back up to the house.

Like the other spirits, Bathory had a human form, though she retained the soft fur in thick, large patches above her cock and under her arms. We returned to the house and spent the rest of the day trying to recover from the morning exertions, doing minor chores, and lounging around the pool.

The next morning, however, found all of us back in Bathory’s chamber staring at the strange statue with the two cocks.

Olympia had already undressed and was standing in front of the pool under the statues. Her thick cock was already partially erect as she gazed at the double-cocked effigy and slowly stroked herself.

“So how do we do this thing?” she asked without taking her eyes off the statue.

Bathory came up beside her. The Guardian of the Citadel had reverted to her spirit form, her bat wings folded up against her back, her scales gleaming. Her cock was already fully erect and immense, the same size as Makala’s when hard. It was burnt red and pulsated as it hovered up just in front of her engorged, milky breasts. Her cock and her tits had heavy black veins pulsing and throbbing. Bathory’s wide aureoles were black against her red scales and thick phallite milk was trickling from the long nipples. Her meaty labia were parted and thick slime coursed from within, sliding down her already-slick thighs. Her asshole also assayed slime and a red sheath was sticking out several inches – even the sheath had thick black veins running through it, pulsating and throbbing. The strip of soft fur on her stomach and abdomen was already slick with slime and milk, and stuck against her scaly skin.

“We’ll also need the One, the Two, and the Not-The-Two.” Bathory glanced over at myself, Athena, and Demeter. “So you guys might want to lose those swimsuits.”

Staring at the aroused Bathory had brought me partially to attention, so I was glad to be free of the restrictive swimsuit. As my own milk-filled breasts and my growing erection swung out of my thin clothing, Bathory looked me up and down.

“You will do nicely,” she said, locking her eyes on my cock. Watching her stare at my meat made me only harder, and my cock rose, slime sliding thickly from the tip. I realized I was wondering what Bathory felt like from the inside...

Demeter and Athena, the goth twins, moved to stand next to their mother. They had stripped and their heavier, milk-laden mounds were even larger than mine. They each kissed their mother on the lips then the three stood arm-in-arm and looked at Bathory.

Kneeling down in front of Olympia, Bathory took Olympia’s cock up against the fur between her scaled breasts. She pressed Olympia’s meat between her mounds, tit-fucking her. Olympia moaned and leaned over to share a deep soul-kiss with Demeter. Athena sucked on her mother’s milky tits. She squeezed them, sending a stream of milk across Bathory’s black, silky tresses and curved, dark horns.

Bathory opened her mouth and revealed a long, serpentine tongue similar to my mother’s, but hers was forked at the end. It was deep red like her scaly skin. She wrapped the tongue around the end of Olympia’s cock and squeezed, teasing the head. Olympia moaned as Athena lifted a mouthful of her mother’s milk up to her mother and shared it. Some of it went into Olympia’s mouth, but some trickled down across her firm, full breasts. They kissed and Athena ran her tongue down her mother’s neck and up her other breast to her long, erect nipple, devouring it and the intoxicating phallite milk within.

The scaled and furred Guardian of the Citadel opened her mouth and slipped her head down on Olympia’s cock, pulling it inside her mouth and sucking. Olympia moaned again as a thick glob of slime slipped from her lips and ran down her chest.

Bathory gestured to me and pulled me over, pressing my cock next to Olympia’s between her tits and squeezing them together. My cock was immense, and Olympia’s was not exactly small, but Bathory opened her mouth unbelievably wide and pulled both of them inside, sucking on the tips. Olympia and I shared a slimy soul kiss while Athena and Demeter went back and forth between their mother’s breasts and my own.

Bathory sucked on our two cocks, insanely pulling the two massive shafts down her gullet and deep-throating both of us over a foot into her body before pulling back out. Loads of slime gushing from our cocks and her mouth, sliding thickly down our meat and her pulsing tits that were streaming heavy loads of milk from their dark nipples. Bathory gently pushed Olympia backwards and gestured Athena and Demeter to get down on their knees in front of their mother and suck on her cock, which they willingly did, double-teaming Olympia’s pulsating, purple shaft. Her labia were parted and both her vaginal and anal sheaths had prolapsed out, hanging thickly down between her legs and dripping sinuous globs of slime on the cave floor.

While Olympia’s twin daughters worked over her cock, Bathory focused on my own meat. She slid her lips down the underside of my cock, then back up, running her long red tongue along the shaft. She grasped my balls and gently squeezed, then slid her hand further back, slipping several fingers into my asshole, popping it open, and allowing my sheath to slide out. She pulled the sheath up between my legs and sucked out my ass slime.

I moaned as thick slime coursed from my asshole down the sheath and into Bathory’s warm, wet mouth. She pulled several inches of my sheath down her throat, then pulled my cock in next to it, using my cock to push my sheath even deeper into her body. My sheath was now at least three feet out of my ass and loads of slime poured out around it, dripping thickly to puddle on the floor. I reached back and slid several fingers into my asshole. I pulled it wider, allowing even more of my sheath to slide out and disappear into Bathory’s slimy gullet.

I glanced around the chamber. Ona, Clementina, and my mother were kissing and fondling each other as they watched. Makala had moved into position behind Clementina and was just slipping her cock into her ass. Alura was rubbing herself under her tentacles.

Olympia’s daughters were still working her over. Demeter had taken her mother’s meat most of the way down her throat, and Athena had moved to her mother’s asshole, sucking slime and her sheath into her mouth. She slid several fingers into her mother’s asshole and stretched it wide, revealing the pink, crumpled, slimy flesh within. She pressed her lips against Olympia’s sphincter and sucked more of the thick anal slime out, sending it sliding down her chin and across her pendulous milky breasts. When she pulled back she had her mother’s anal sheath in her mouth, stretching it out, then pulling it down between her tits, squeezing her mom’s anal slime across her gushing breasts.

Bathory tapped Athena on the shoulder and gestured for her go back to sucking her mother’s meat with Demeter. She gave her mother’s asshole sheath another tug, bringing it out a couple of feet, then moved back into position on her mother’s cock. She and Demeter kissed, then each slid their lips down the opposite side of their mother’s shaft. Olympia moaned and squeezed her mountainous mounds, sending streamers of thick phallite milk coursing through the air.

Bathory bent over in front of me, stretching her slimy asshole and letting her sheath slide free. I pulled it up to my mouth and sucked her slime before pushing my gargantuan meat inside her stretched ass.

Just as the first couple of inches of my meat slid into her asshole she unexpectedly leaned upwards. Instead of my cock sliding into her body, it popped out of her slit.

“What the…” I began, but Bathory just laughed.

“Alura and Makala have been holding out on you,” she said with a giggle. Bathory was straddling my cock, my meat going into her asshole and popping out her vagina, both her anal and vaginal sheaths now gripping my cock like dual foreskins. She pushed herself backwards until her ass was against my body, pulling my cock up between her tits against her own pulsing, burgeoning meat. She slowly slid her body up and down my cock in a strange two-hole tit fuck. More slime gushed from the gaping hole in the head of my cock. The veins in her cock and the veins in her tits throbbed as she worked my meat over. I moaned. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before. Loads of slime poured from my cock and my asshole, as more slipped from all of Bathory’s gaping holes.

“Enough,” she finally said. “Let’s finish this.”

She slid her body off my cock and moved behind me, guiding me so I stood behind Olympia. Reaching three fingers from each hand into Olympia’s gaping asshole, she spread it wider. More of Olympia’s sheath slid out, so several feet of the pink, translucent flesh hung down, glistening behind her.

Bathory lifted the sheath to her lips, sucking Olympia’s slime into her mouth, then kissing me, swapping the slime between us. She slid the sheath over my fully-erect cock then guided it to Olympia’s waiting ass.

As I slipped my cock into Olympia a shiver shot through me. It wasn’t unlike the shivers I had felt when I was transitioning into my current form. For a moment I felt a moment of wooziness, but then it passed. Bathory had moved behind me and I felt the tip of her scaled cock slide into my slimed asshole. I gasped at how soft and warm her scaly meat felt inside me.

As Bathory slipped deeper and deeper inside me, a couple of things happened all at once. First, I heard Demeter squeal.

“It’s splitting!” she said. “It’s splitting into two cocks. Holy fuck.”

I peered over Olympia’s shoulder and could see that she now had two huge cocks, one on top of the other, like on the statue, both gushing slime and come. She was moaning with pleasure as Demeter and Athena worked both of the pulsing shafts over.

Bathory pistoned deeper into my body until the tip of her cock hovered at the back of my throat. I thought for a moment that she was going to push all the way through, but she stopped there and leaned forward.

She flexed her bat wings twice, then brought them around, wrapping her and I inside their soft, warm, leathery embrace. She pressed against me, her scaled, milky breasts and stomach fur pressing against my back, her cock tip teasing the back of my throat, her chin on my shoulder, her licorice breathe on my ear. Warmth, softness, sweetness wrapped me. I felt safe and loved.

“Do you know whose Citadel it is we will raise?” Bathory asked, whispering in my ear softly.

“Whose Citadel?” I said, repeating the question. “I don’t know. Yours? Makala’s or Alura’s? Some other cave spirit I’ve yet to meet?”

“No,” Bathory whispered huskily, her licorice breathe hot on my neck. “It’s your Citadel, it is the Citadel of the One.”

She gave her cock an additional thrust and the tip burst out of my mouth, snapping my head back and sending thick loads of my slime and Bathory’s semen coursing down my neck and breasts. She pushed me forward, thrusting me deeply into Olympia. My own cock pulsed with slime, and a moment later, my semen.

“The Citadel of the One,” she repeated softly, embracing me even more tightly under her leathery bat wings as thick loads of musky come shot from both of our cocks – hers into the air, mine into Olympia’s slimy, gaping, begging asshole.

PART XXIII

Bathory’s bat wings still encased my upper body. As my cock slid slickly out of Olympia’s slimed, sheathed asshole, Bathory’s wings folded about me completely. Her own cock softened some so it retracted back out of my throat and I could speak again, though it’s thick, scaly shaft still stretched my asshole.

“What did you just say about the Citadel?” I croaked.

Her scaly skin was still pressed against me, her pendulous, milky breasts and strip of stomach fur were sticky, soft and warm against my back. I could feel phallite milk dribbling from her nipples just as it trickled from my own. Her breathe held the licorice scent of phallite sex as she whispered in my ear beneath her heavy leather bat wings.

“We are raising the Citadel of The One. You are the One. It is your citadel. I am simply its guardian.”

“What does that even mean?” I asked.

“All will be revealed in time,” she said. She unfolded her wings and stepped back from me, her thick but softened cock slid from my slimy, come-filled asshole with a soft sucking sound, and I felt my sheath slide out a couple of feet, the tip tapping a cave floor that was coated in slime and semen.

I looked over towards Olympia, whose own sheath was hanging out of her gaping, slimed ass. I stood behind her and her head was thrown back, her eyes closed. I glanced over at Clementina and my mother, who were staring at Olympia – more specifically in the direction of her cock.

I slowly stepped around her on a floor that was slick with our emanations.

Demeter and Athena were still sucking Olympia’s twin cocks. Demeter had the top cock, and Athena had the bottom. As they pulled back I could see that both were about eighteen inches long and were gushing slime and semen.

“Wow,” I said.

Makala turned to me.

“How are you feeling?” she asked.

“A little tired,” I said. “But otherwise fine.”

“Are you up for the next phase of raising the Citadel?” Bathory asked.

“Don’t let her pressure you,” Makala said. “She can get a little carried away at times.”

I glanced at Bathory.

“Is this more work that what we just did, or less?”

“Less for you,” Bathory said. “But it requires work from the Six.”

I turned to my mother.

“I’m game,” I said. “How about you?”

My mother shrugged.

“What do you need?” she asked Bathory.

The Guardian of the Citadel moved to the icon on the wall depicting her with a bat and a crow. She placed one taloned hand on the crow, and one taloned hand on the bat. As the did so, a crack ran through the room – like the sound of a loud spark – and a stone bench covered in fur rose in front of the twin statues and pool.

At the head of the bench were two pedestals about five feet high with bowls atop them.

The Guardian of the Citadel moved to the bench and sat down. She gestured for my mother and I to come to her and held out her milk-engorged breasts in front of us.

“Drink me,” she said.

That was an order I could comply with. I slipped forward, knelt down and pulled one of her long, scaled nipples in my mouth, squeezing her gargantuan vein-covered mammary, forcing out a stream of thick, intoxicating phallite milk. A second later I felt my mother’s shoulder brush mine as she took up a position on Bathory’s other breast, drinking sweet, licorice-tinged milk.

Though I had just dumped a full load into Olympia’s ass, I felt my still-pulsating cock returning to attention. Bathory’s cock was also thick and throbbing – though it had never fully lost tone. She pulled it up between her tits and dribbled a long streamer of throat slime across her huge, dark red meat. Some of her slime went down her cock, but some trickled across her breasts, mixing with the milk that was overflowing my mother’s and my mouths and dribbling down our chins.

I slid a hand down Bathory’s cock – my lips still locked on her pumping nipple – down past the base and to the deep cunt that lay between her heavy, curtained labia. I slid several fingers inside.

Bathory’s cock between her tits was practically geysering slime that ran down her meat and across our arms. She had begun rotating her hips around our arms, bringing more slime from her cock. I took a mouthful of slime and milk and reached over to my mother. We kissed, swapping milk and slime. I reached down and pulled one of my mother’s breasts into my mouth, tasting her sweet phallite milk. She moaned and squeezed her liquid into my mouth.

Bathory was rubbing her meat between her breasts – tit-fucking her own cock. My mother and I were taking turns sucking on each other’s breasts. My cock was at full attention and I pulled it up between my engorged breasts, letting my mother suck on the gaping tip, sliding her long serpentine tongue deep inside my phallite tunnels. I moaned as her tongue stroked my cock from the inside.

Bathory leaned down and we shared a slimy, sloppy kiss. Her slimed cunt hung open, her sheath hanging out of her prolapsed snatch.

She stood up and gestured for me to lay down on the bench on my back. My cock was at full extension, two feet and pulsating. I could feel my pulse throbbing in the veins on my cock and the veins in my mountainous chest. Thick loads of slime coursed from the stretched tip of my cock.

Bathory knelt above me on the bench, pressing her cock against mine and her tits against mine. She kissed me on the lips and we swapped slime. Above us, her bat wings beat the air gently, making a light draft that felt cool on skin coated in slime, milk, and come. Slowly, tortuously, she slid downwards, pressing our cocks together, and sliding our meat between her breasts. I felt every rib on her gargantuan cock as it pressed against my own, and then I could feel her breasts and her stomach fur rubbing along my meat. I moaned.

Bathory slid between my legs. She gestured for my mother to move to the top of the bench, near my head. My mother did so and bent down. She and I shared a sloppy kiss as Bathory ran her moist lips and long tongue up and down the underside of my cock. She pulled my meat into her mouth and sucked on the helmet, sliding her tongue inside, then back out, sucking loads of slime from the gaping tip of my cock.

She looked up to my mother and I.

“Slip your tentacles into his mouth,” she said.

My mother ran her fingers through the tentacles that hung between her legs, stroking the thick appendages she had in place of labia.

“All of them?” she asked.

Bathory had my cock more than a foot down her throat, so Makala answered for her.

“You are the Six, you have six tentacles. They all must go in the One,” she said.

I looked up at my mother and smiled, opening my mouth as wide as I could. My mother lowered her snatch down on my head, facing towards Bathory. Her gaping, slimed asshole hovered above her tentacles. One by one she pulled her tentacles together until they formed a thick, cock-like shaft.

I opened my mouth and my mother pushed her huge tentacle-cock into my mouth. I gagged as thick slime coursed from my mouth and her cock. Slowly her meat slid down my throat, through the phallite gateway in the back, and into the tunnels beyond.

I stared up at my mother’s slimy gaping ass. I reached up and slid three fingers from each hand into her asshole, stretching it open and causing her sheath to slide out. I pulled it towards my mouth as well, but Bathory stopped me.

“No, only the six of the Six should be inside you.”

Bathory was sliding her hands up and down my huge pulsating shaft that was practically gushing slime. I could feel Bathory stroking my meat with her hands. A second later her tongue began teasing my balls.

“Push your tentacles as deep as you can,” Bathory said.

My mother pushed all the way in. I gagged out a fresh load of slime.

Meanwhile, Bathory had pulled my balls into her mouth and was sucking on them, rolling them gently around on her tongue.

Then things started happening all at once.

My mother moaned and I felt her tentacle-meat push deep into my abdomen. My balls tingled inside Bathory’s mouth. Then the tingle moved up from my balls, to the space just above them inside my body. The tingle kept moving up until it met my mother’s tentacle-cock.

Then suddenly my balls were numb.

I felt my mother come and a load of her grool and slime dump inside my body. At the same time, I heard Bathory make a gagging sound, then order my mother to pull out. As my mother pulled her tentacle-cock from my mouth, slime and come gushed out, covering my nose, eyes, and the rest of my face with a thick, viscous mixture that smelled of semen and licorice. My throat-sheath popped out and fell slickly across my cheek.

Once my mother’s tentacles were free I lifted my head and looked down. Bathory was hovering over my cock, smiling. A tiny little bit of blood trickled down her chin.

“Is that my blood?” I asked.

She nodded.

“You can’t take the beacons without popping your cherry,” she said.

My cock was still pulsating and thick, but below that, things felt – weird. My entire body was enervated in a way that reminded me of how I had felt during metamorphosis. Bathory rubbed her cock along my own pulsating meat, then slid the tip all the way down to the base.

I started to lift my head, trying to see what was happening between my legs, but Bathory put her taloned hand to my forehead and pushed it back.

“You can’t see until we are finished, my love,” she whispered, wiping the blood from the back of her hand. She slipped my cock between her milky phallite breasts and slid them up and down, teasing my meat. More thick slime slipped from the wide pussy-like tip, slipping down the purple, pulsating shaft and coursing over Bathory’s massive, vein-covered tits.

Then suddenly she was inside me, pushing forward into a place I had never been penetrated before. I gasped as she simultaneously slid her cock in and out of my new vagina and slid her tits up and down my long, thick cock. It was new, it was all new. More slime poured from my cock and I felt my anal sheath prolapse out of my ass and fall slickly across the fur-covered bench beneath me.

My mother hovered her tentacle snatch over my mouth and I sucked on her slick, sucker-covered appendages. Her anal sheath slipped out and I greedily pulled it to my mouth, sucking in my mother’s viscous ass slime.

I gasped as Bathory pushed even deeper inside of me, penetrating me in a way I had only dreamed of.

“Oh my God,” I murmured around my mother’s tentacles.

“Congratulations,” Bathory said. “You’ve got a cunt like the rest of us.”

Her meat slid deeper and deeper into me and I moaned. Something inside of me tightened and I knew I was about to come. I gulped as Bathory suddenly unloaded her thick seed into my deep snatch. Then my cock erupted, sending thick ropes of semen rocketing high into the air. Bathory cackled and latched her mouth onto my renegade meat, greedily sucking down the huge load the poured from the tip of my cock.

Bathory’s still-pumping cock slid from my new vagina, and she held up a mirror. The mirror was old – it looked like an antique - but it was big enough for me to see between my legs. Where my testicles had been was now a pink, pulsing vagina. As I had expected, instead of a clit was my cock. What I hadn’t expected was the nature of the labia that now hung around my new slit.

The labia was thick and heavy – and long, like a hood. When I was fully soft, I could probably completely cover my cock with the heavy meat curtains.

Bathory smiled. She pulled the very end of my labia up, stretching it over a foot until it reached the end of my softening cock. It was huge. You could almost bury your head in it.

“Jesus,” I murmured.

Makala stepped forward, her own cock was now hard and sliming, her creamy white nipples pointing skyward and emitting thick phallite milk. She reached for my cock and began stroking it.

“Don’t go soft yet,” she said. “We still need those beacons.”

She pulled my softening meat into her mouth and sucked on the head, then ran her tongue down the underside. When she reached the bottom, she pulled a large chunk of my new, meaty labia into her mouth and sucked. I moaned. This was a new experience, it was all new to me.

Makala gestured to Olympia.

“The Two needs to remove the beacons from the one,” she said.

“What do I do?” Olympia asked.

My cock had come back to attention and now was sliding slime out the gaping hole at the tip. I noticed that the aperture had gotten wider and looked like it was now a several of inches wide when I fully erect.

Makala slid three fingers into the tip of my cock and gaped it even wider, then gestured for Olympia to do the same. Olympia slid two, then three, then four into my cock head – then her entire fist.

I moaned again. I didn’t know how much more I had in the tank, but I was going to go along for now. Olympia slid her forearm down inside my cock to about her elbow.

Meanwhile, Makala had turned her attentions to my new vagina, pushing her hand inside and pressing the front wall. I felt something shift inside of me, and suddenly the gushes of slime that were pouring up my cock were joined by what felt like two smooth, medium sides stones.

“What the fuck,” I whispered. It was slightly painful but strangely pleasurable.

Makala guided Olympia deeper into my cock as the stones slid further up my meat. They met in the middle and Olympia grasped the two stones, slowly sliding her arm back out of my thick meat. As she did, a sheath gripped her arm – a sheath from my cock. I looked down. The tip of my cock was wide, thick, and looked just like the pussy-like cock head on the statue. I lowered my head back on the bench.

I was exhausted, but strangely exhilarated. I wasn’t sure which emotion was stronger. Bathory was coated from head to toe in slime and semen, but she didn’t seem to be out of energy. She dropped the beacons into the bowls on the pillars beside the bench, then moved to the stoned-up arch along the side of the wall.

“Let us raise the Citadel tonight!” she cried.

“Maybe we should skip it and chill until tomorrow,” Makala said. I rolled over on the bench and looked at Bathory, who seemed to be ignoring Makala.

Bathory ran her fingers slowly around the arch, then placed both her hands on the brick in the middle. When she touched the bricks, there was a rumbling and the brick wall shattered, crumbling to red dust before our very eyes. Behind the red bricks was another wall, this one stone, except carved into the stone was a horned female face, and below the face, a stone carved cock about eighteen inches long and almost as thick as Bathory’s forearm.

Bathory turned to Olympia.

“You are the Two,” she said. “She is the One, together you make the Three, and together you raise the Citadel of the One.”

She gestured to Athena and Demeter.

“We need the Not-the-Two to make the Two ready.”

“Bathory…” Makala repeated, but the scaled Guardian of the Citadel ignored her.

Demeter and Athena moved next to their mother. Athena kissed her on the lips while Demeter pulled her pendulous phallite breasts up to her mouth. Thick, licorice-flavored streamers of milk gushed from Olympia’s breasts, trickling down her stomach to her two, thick, meaty cocks. Demeter pulled her mother’s dual cocks up and began sucking, going back and forth, one then the other, even as Athena and Olympia continued to kiss.

Olympia’s cocks rose under Demeter’s efforts, sticking out over eighteen inches and gushing thick slime, which Demeter sucked down, running her tongue up and down her mother’s dual cocks, teasing the underside and flicking the sensitive spots under the helmets. Olympia moaned. Athena ran her tongue down her mother’s neck to her chest, pulling her heavy, engorged breasts and her long, thick nipples into her mouth, sucking out more and more of the sweet, intoxicating phallite milk.

Watching Olympia and her daughters was bringing me back to attention. How I could get hard after what we had already done that day was unfathomable, but there it was. Bathory had moved to stand directly in front of the arch and the carving. She gestured for me to come to her.

She pulled me to her and we kissed, her long, forked tongue reaching down my throat and into the phallite tunnels beyond. A thick streamer of slime shot out of my mouth into hers and she sucked it down, teasing my throat for more.

She ran a hand up my stomach to my chest. With her lips still locked on mine, she pressed our milky phallite tits together, our hard, wide nipples gushed milk across our chests. I slid more slime into her mouth and she trickled it across our chests, joining the milk that was already there.

She pulled her cock up between our breasts then pushed my own burgeoning meat between her legs, pushing it towards her thick, scaly, meaty labia. My own long, curtained labia were hanging down around my vagina and my vaginal sheath had slipped out several inches, coursing slime down my legs.

Bathory guided my cock into her slit, lifting her body up and pressing it down on my meat. She clenched her muscles as she slid down, making me feel every inch of her slimy cunt as my two feet of thick, hard cock slid into her body. She moaned as I pushed harder, forcing my way in.

I 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. “Do I have to paint a picture?”

“Got it,” Olympia 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. I moaned as I 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!”

PART XXIV

As Bathory exalted at the newly-raise citadel, I lay on a cold marble floor. The last few hours had been too much. I tried to push myself up onto my knees, but I 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, I 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 afternoon.”

“Who is it?” I asked.

“If this visit isn’t a coincidence, then your fucking keeper is my mother, Lily.”

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

“The coincidence is...staggering...if she’s not, so yes, she is likely the keeper. I 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 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, I would think she was a pleasant, attractive business woman. Unfortunately, having known her personality all these years, I wasn’t fooled.

She didn’t bother carrying her luggage from the car – I am sure she assumed I would come out and get it for her – she just came up to the front door and knocked.

My mother went downstairs and opened the door. Clementina and I slipped into the upstairs hallway and listened to the conversation.

“Hi, this is such a nice surprise,” my mother said cheerfully.

“I’m glad you think so,” said my grandmother harshly. “Is Russel around? I need someone to bring in my luggage. Where’s my room? Where’s the bathroom? I need to freshen up.”

“Right this way,” my mother said and I heard her leading my grandmother to one of the extra rooms in our wing of the house.

A few minutes later we heard my grandmother rejoin my mother.

“So where’s Russel?” she asked. “I’d like to see my grandson.”

“He’s upstairs at the moment, he’ll be down in a bit,” my mother answered. “So what brings you here? You were vague when you called the other day.”

“I don’t know,” my grandmother said. “I just suddenly had the feeling like something just wasn’t quite right. There was something drawing me here, something I couldn’t explain. It was overwhelming and inexplicable. You know me, when I get a wild idea I usually follow it through. So here I am. If everything is fine, I’ll just stay a couple days, then go back to L.A. and leave you guys in peace, then we can all laugh about it at the next family reunion.”

“I think I might know why you felt drawn here,” my mother said.

“Really? Why?”

“It’s...well, complicated. It’s easier for me to show you than to tell you. It’s downstairs in the basement. You might want to change into a swimsuit before we go down, it’s a little wet down there.”

“The basement? A swimsuit?” my grandmother said. “Eva, this is starting to sound like either a bad horror movie or a sex cult. What’s going on here? You guys are in trouble, I can tell. Where’s my grandson? I want to see him, now. Russel!”

Lily began calling my old name from before the transition. I heard her move to the foot of the stairs and look up. I sighed. I guess it was showtime. I moved to the top of the stairs and started down. I didn’t say a word, just began walking down towards my grandmother.

“Who are you?” she asked. “Where’s my grandson?”

As I approached her, she looked at my face more closely.

“What...the...fuck,” she said. “Russel, what have you done to yourself? Jesus Christ.” She turned to my mother. “Eva, what the hell, how did you let him do this?”

“It’s complicated,” my mother said.

“Grandma, it’s okay,” I said softly. “What my mom said is right, we need to go down to the basement to explain. It’s very complicated. You were drawn here for a reason, and it’s all going to be okay, but you need to trust us.”

Clementina appeared at the top of the stairs and started down. Lily looked up at here.

“And who the hell are you?” my grandmother asked.

“I’m Clementina, this is my house. Look at the three of us, do you see some similarities?”

“You guys are all watching the same workout videos on Youtube,” Lily sneered.

I reached out and put my hand on my grandmother’s shoulder.

“If you want, you can go back out, get in your car, and go home. Nobody will stop you. But if you want to know why you are here, you will come with us.”

My grandmother shook her head, then sighed.

“I’ll pass on the bathing suit. Just show me what you need to show me.”

I led the way as the four of us made our way down to the room with the twin statues and pool where I had first met the phallites.

Lily walked to the edge of the pool and looked up at the statues.

“Well this is...interesting,” she said, then laughed, staring at the gargantuan cock on the male figure. “Give me a man hung like that and I might even consider marrying again.”

Movement in the pool caught her eye and a pair of light phallites appeared in the water.

“Look at these...” she said. She crouched down and looked at the two light phallites that were gazing up at her with their little doe eyes. “Well aren’t these cute. What are they?”

“They’re called phallites. They’re symbiotes,” I said.

“Symbiotes? Like parasites? Like in the movies?”

“Sort of,” I said. I glanced at my mother, and she nodded, so I moved to stand near my grandmother. She was still crouched on the floor of the chamber, and I stood about eighteen inches from her. Her head hovered at about the height of my crotch.

I had been wearing a modest one-piece swimsuit with a wrap around my waist that covered up from my hips to my knees. When I moved beside her my grandmother looked up at me. I reached around and undid the wrap, pulling it off and tossing it to the side.

The fabric of my swimsuit barely contained my heavy cock and the thick folds of hooded labia that surrounded it. The combination looked like I had the devil’s own mons pubis.

My grandmother looked at her eyes got wide.

“If you think that statue is impressive, you should see me when I’m turned on,” I said.

A dozen emotions rolled across my grandmother’s face. I had expected her to leap back, but she didn’t move, her eyes were roving back and forth between my face and my barely-hidden genitalia. Even though I had no love for Lily, looking down at her and seeing her stare at my meat brought a surge through me. Past her face I could see deep into her cleavage. Images flashed through my mind of what she would look like with a phallite. I thought about sliding my cock in her gaping phallite asshole, stretching her wide, pushing all the way through. My mother met my eyes and I knew she was feeling the same thing.

I felt my cock stir underneath the folds of my lobes. I hoped my breasts wouldn’t start leaking phallite milk.

“So you have these creatures inside of you?” my grandmother asked. “And they made these changes?”

I nodded.

“What’s the catch?” she asked.

“There’s a prophecy we are trying to unravel, it is intertwined with the fate of humanity. That prophecy is what drew you here. You seem to be part of the prophecy, you are the Keeper of the Citadel.”

My grandmother shook her head, though I noticed she didn’t move from having her face hovering just a foot or so from my crotch.

“This is crazy. You guys talk like insane people. I don’t believe you.”

From the tunnel leading to the nexus came the clip-clop sounds of hooves on stone. A second later, Makala in all her seven-foot-tall, blue-skinned, horned, naked glory stepped into the room.

My grandmother gasped. She stood up and moved to the far side of the chamber, her back against the stone wall near the door leading back to the house.

“What the fuck,” she said. Her eyes wandered from Makala’s horns, to her mountainous breasts, then to the huge cock that was coming to attention between her legs.

“Holy shit,” she whispered. “Is that thing real?”

I stripped and pushed my swimsuit to the ground, pulling my lobes back and letting my own huge cock fall free, hanging above my deep cunt. My grandmother gasped again. My mother also pushed her swimsuit to the side and let her tentacled labia hang down, squirming against her thick thighs.

“Jesus Christ,” Lily murmured. “Holy shit. Am I dreaming? This can’t be real. My God, who can take a cock that big? And what is...that…” She pointed at my mother’s tentacle labia.

My mother smiled and moved beside me. She planted her lips on mine and we shared a deep kiss. She slipped her hand up the shaft of my rising cock, stroking it, helping to bring it to attention.

“What the fuck,” my grandmother said. “Your own son? Eva!”

“Don’t judge,” Makala said. “Your human holy texts are full of fathers impregnating their daughters, mothers seducing their sons, siblings as lovers. The gods do not disapprove of mutually consensual adult pairings – emphasis on “mutually consensual adult.” Just watch, learn, and decide for yourself if you want to join us. The decision is yours to make, we can not force you.” She had moved to Clementina as she spoke, and the two kissed.

My mother had pulled my cock up between our two sets of breasts and was slowly tit-fucking it as we kissed. A steady stream of milk flowed from our nipples. I leaned down and pulled one of her engorged tits to my mouth, sucking at the long brown nipple, gulping down my mother’s intoxicating phallite milk. A stream of milk shot from her other breast over my shoulder as I felt a surge of slime course from my ass, my cunt, my cock, and my throat.

My mother’s tentacle labia had latched onto my cock and were stroking the shaft and the gaping tip as I continued to suckle at her tit. A load of slime assayed from the end of my cock and two of the tentacles slipped into the wide, pussy-like aperture at the tip, pulling the hole open and revealing the pink tunnels beyond. I moaned as three of the tentacles pushed deep into my cock, gaping the end even further.

I nipped my mother’s tit, stretching the nipple out before letting it go. I reached around and grabbed my mother’s wide mommy ass, pulling her cheeks apart and pointing her pouting asshole at my grandmother. I heard another gasp from Lily when several inches of my mother’s anal sheath slid out, along with a load of slime that slipped down to the ground in a long thick thread. I slipped four fingers into my mother’s asshole and pulled it open even further, letting more of her pink sheath prolapse out, hanging down below the tentacles that were still ravaging deep inside my cock.

Lily was still standing against the wall, one hand against the stone, and the other over her mouth, as if in shock. But she hadn’t bolted. I didn’t know if it was the draw of the prophecy or the draw of her own lust that kept her in place, but she was still there, watching.

My mother pulled her breasts back from my lips, then leaned down and returned the favor, pulling one of my milk-filled, pendulous breasts up to her lips and sucking my intoxicating phallite milk greedily. I closed my eyes as my thick milk ran down her chin and a fresh load of slime coursed from the end of my throbbing, blood-engorged cock. My mother’s tentacles slid up and down my long, purple meat, stroking it, teasing it, sliding deep inside the shaft and stretching the gaping tip. I coughed and moaned as a load of slime slid from my throat, down my chin, and across the breast my mother was sucking.

The licorice fragrance of phallite sex filled the room. I noticed that Lily had moved the hand that had previously hovered over her mouth and it was now right about at belly-button level. I think she wanted to masturbate but couldn’t quite bring herself to.

Meanwhile, Clementina was on all fours. Makala was behind her, pulling her puckering asshole wide and sucking the slime from inside her gaping hole.

My mother pushed me onto my back so my cock was sticking up in the air. She stood up and positioned her tentacle-ringed pussy directly over my meat, reverse-cowgirl style, pointing her asshole and dangling anal sheath at my face. She looked over at my grandmother. Lily now had her hand between her legs under her skirt and it was clear that she was stroking herself. She met my mother’s eyes and held that gaze as my mother pulled her deep, slimy slit open and began sliding it down my two feet of hard, pulsating, thick meat.

My mother squeezed as she slid downwards, making me feel every rib of muscle inside her stretched cunt. Her tentacles had pulled forward and wrapped up together, forming a long, erect cock that was gushing slime. She stroked her meat as she pressed further down mine. The pressure from my cock inside her slit gaped her asshole and pushed out more of her pink slimy anal sheath. I slid my thumbs in and stretched it even further, pulling her thick sheath into my mouth and sucking out her anal slime.

Finally, my mother’s substantial ass hit my stomach. I was all the way in. She began rotating her hips as a fresh load of slime gushed from her pink asshole into my mouth. I slid three fingers, then four, then my entire hand into her anal sheath, then pushed my hand into her asshole, pushing up almost to my elbow. She moaned.

I heard my grandmother whisper another “Oh my god.” I glanced over. Her skirt was hiked up and she had pulled her thong underwear aside. She had several fingers frantically pounding her slit and was staring in the direction of Makala and Clementina, her mouth agape. Makala had her cock inside Clementina’s asshole and had pushed all the way through, so the tip of her purplish-blue meat was sticking from Clementina’s mouth, gushing loads of semen as she came.

My mother opened her mouth and leaned her head back.

“Do me,” she said. “All the way through.”

Not one to deny my mother, I tightened the muscles in my cock just like Makala had showed me. My meat surged forward, erupting from my mother’s mouth. I felt my abdomen tighten and a second later thick ropes of semen rocketed from the wide end of my cock that was sticking out several inches above my mother’s face. The first two shots erupted into the air, then a softer flow covered my mother’s face and ran down her neck and across her milky, quivering, squirting tits. My mother’s tentacle cock erupted as she orgasmed, adding more come to the flood that covered her body.

I loosened the muscles inside my cock and it withdrew from my mother’s mouth and throat. She turned to my grandmother.

“Come on, mom,” she said. “Join us or go home. Your call, but you know you want to.”

“Holy shit,” my grandmother said, not for the first time. She was still standing stock still against the far wall, her hand motions had slowed.

My mother pulled herself from my softening cock and slipped down on all fours. Her tentacles now hung loosely between her legs and both her anal and vaginal sheaths were hanging down to the floor. She crept on her hands-and-knees across the room to where grandmother Lily stood, her pink sheaths dragging slickly across the slime-covered floor behind her. She knelt before her mother.

“Do you want to join us?” my mother asked, her slime-and-come-covered body shimmering in the cave light. She ran her hands up her body, pulling the mixture of slime, milk, and semen up to her mouth, licking her fingers. “You can take on a phallite, or you can just hang out for a day or two then go home. Your call. But I can see in your eyes you want this. It will do you good.”

Behind us, Ona, Alura, Olympia, Demeter, Athena, and Bathory all filed into the room.

Lily looked around, then stepped to the edge of the pool with the light phallites.

“Does it hurt?” she asked.

“No, it’s painless,” my mother said. “When the transition is done altering your body, there is a big system purge that’s a little disorienting, but not painful. You’ll be fine, just *********** one. We’ll go upstairs, and in less than an hour you can let Roshele ream you through from one end to another.”

Lily put her hand down on the water’s edge by the pool. A light phallite climbed onto her hand and slid up her arm to her shoulder.

“One has chosen you,” Makala said. “Let’s go upstairs and get this done.”

I led the procession upstairs and out to the pool. My mother gave my grandmother a robe to wear – she was still feeling modest even though the rest of us were pretty much naked – and Lily held up the light phallite on her hand in front of her.

“Just open your mouth,” I said. “It’s easier than sucking cock.”

My grandmother looked skeptical, but complied. She opened her lips and the phallite leapt down her throat. A second later, it was gone.

“Wow, that was easy...so far,” Lily said.

My mother guided her into the bathroom and we all sat around the pool and waited. About a half hour later, my grandmother emerged. I caught my breath.

She had ditched the robe and stood before us nude. She had the standard phallite shape – heavy breasts, narrow waist, flared hips, thick clit and labia. Her hair was now dazzling white – almost as bright as Makala’s. Her face, always young for her age, had even dropped a few more years.

But the real surprise was, instead of having just two breasts, she had a second pair hanging just below the first, so she wore four breasts. The second pair were even thicker and heavier than the first, and blue veins stood out on all four, very similar to Bathory’s breasts. Looking closely, I noticed that the nipples looked off – they were long like the rest of us, but they were strangely thick, I think they were close to two inches in diameter and the tip looked like an aperture.

I turned to Makala.

“What’s the deal with the second set of breasts?” I asked. “Have you seen that before? And her tits don’t look normal.”

She just smiled and turned to Bathory who had moved behind Lily.

The bat-winged Guardian of the Citadel ran her dark red hands across my grandmother’s tits, then grasped one and stretched the nipple apart. It gaped, opening up, revealing pink flesh soaked in white milk inside. A stream of milk poured from the aperture as Bathory gaped Lily’s nipple even wider and slid two fingers inside.

“One of the main tasks for the Keeper is to make sure the gargoyles are happy,” she said. “When we release them you’ll understand.” Lily leaned her head back to the side and she and Bathory kissed. As they kissed, Bathory slid her fingers out of Lily’s breast, pulling with it several inches of sheath that hung down across the breast underneath it, coating it with slime and milk. Bathory massaged the pink sheath as they kissed.

“Wow,” I said, my cock coming to attention.

Lily disengaged her lips from Bathory’s, then looked at me and smiled. Bathory pulled another one of my grandmother’s nipples open. She winked at me.

“You should fuck one of them,” she said. “That’s what they’re here for.”

I stared at my grandmother. She looked incredibly hot.

“So when do I finally get to test drive my grandbaby’s cock?” she asked me.

“Right about now,” I said.

By the time I had taken the three steps to my grandmother, my cock was fully at attention and standing two feet upwards just in front of my tits. Slime slid from the wide, gaping tip, and milk trickled from my breasts. I felt my asshole open and my anal sheath slide out several inches.

Lily slid a hand down my cock and pulled it between her four, soft, thick, engorged breasts. Milk gushed from her tits and mine as we pressed them together and my grandmother slid her body up and down my meat. When she slid back up, she pressed her lips to mine and we swapped slime.

Her skin was incredibly soft. I ran my hands down her body, then reached around, pulling her cheeks apart and gaping her asshole. She moaned as her anal sheath slid slickly from her ass for the first time. I slipped several fingers inside and pulled it even wider, allowing more to fall out. My mother had come around and crouched behind my grandmother, sucking out her anal slime, pulling even more of the pulsating sheath from Lily’s asshole and pulling it into her mouth.

I pulled back slightly from Lily and leaned down, pulling one of her heavy, veiny breasts up to my mouth. Thick, sweet, intoxicating, licorice-tinged phallite milk poured from the slightly gaped nipple. I slipped my tongue inside, sucking out a mixture of phallite milk and slime. Lily moaned as I pushed my tongue as deep as I could inside her pendulous, milky breast. She picked up another one of her tits and pulled it up to her mouth, sucking, teasing and gaping the nipple.

My cock was pressed between my gushing, milky tits and was gaped and assaying slime. I took one of Lily’s lower breasts and stretched the nipple out, pulling it towards my cock. I glanced up at Lily and she nodded, so I slid the wide, cunt-like tip of my monster cock inside one of her stretched nipples.

Lily let out a moan that was almost a scream. She held the tit in place as I pushed deeper inside, then pushed the breast out, stretching it, pulling it out so it encompassed almost the entirety of my two-foot cock. It was soft, warm and wet.

This was freaky even by the standards of what we had seen and done over the past few weeks.

“Fuck it,” my grandmother whispered.

I reached down and took the end of her heavy milk-and-slime filled tit in my hands, and began sliding my cock in and out. Her flesh was soft but firm, and felt incredible as it slid up and down my meat. Her nipple was stretched and with each stroke her sheath slipped out several inches, gripping my monster cock as I slid it in and out of her breast.

My mother appeared by my side, she had pulled her tentacles up in front of her, forming a cock, and she slid it into another one of my grandmother’s tits. Then Bathory and Makala appeared on either side of my grandmother. They were not gentle. Each one grabbed one of her heavy tits, gaped the nipple, and slid it over their gargantuan meat. All four of my grandmother’s breasts were stretched out across four immense cocks. They were splayed out in a way that – had they been my tits – I would have been screaming in agony, but Lily seemed lost in the ecstasy of the experience.

Olympia slipped behind Lily, her dual cocks at full attention. She gave both of them hard strokes then slipped then into my grandmother’s asshole and cunt, setting up a slow motion. Lily moaned again, her head thrown back and her eyes closed.

The only aperture on my grandmother’s body that still was unpenetrated was her mouth, but that didn’t last long. Alura slipped into the crowd. She slid three thick, slimy tentacles into Lily’s mouth, stretching her lips wide. Lily coughed as Alura pushed her appendages through the portal at the back of her throat, sending thick globs of slime sluicing down her chin, her neck, and across all four of her breasts that were all now stretched impossibly long being pounded by me, my mom, Makala, and Bathory.

Inside my abdomen I felt the tightening that told me I was nearing orgasm. I had felt at least three already rip through my grandmother’s body, and Makala had pulled out of Lily’s gaping tit and was unloading thick ropes of come across her body. A second later Bathory joined her. Watching the two spirits come all over my grandmother was too much. I felt myself coming into my grandmother’s tit. A second later I pulled out and joined the effort coating her body.

Olympia came, shooting on Lily’s back and asshole, and finally Alura slid from my grandmother’s mouth.

I looked down at her. Somehow her tits had bounced right back into position, though the nipples were still gaped and her sheaths hung out several inches. But otherwise, they looked like this was the way they were supposed to be used.

I would have thought that would have worn her out, but instead, Lily stood and pressed her slick come-and-slime coated body against mine.

“I still haven’t felt that cock of yours up my ass reaming me all the way through,” she said. “When do I get that?” She reached down and stroked my pulsating cock that was still pumping heavy globs of come from the wide, open tip. She pulled my softening meat up into her mouth and began sucking.

“Fuck my ass, please,” she whispered. “Slide that beast in grandma Lily’s asshole. I’m begging you.”

My meat was coming back to attention under her ministrations. She knelt down on all fours and pointed her asshole at me. It was still gaped from Olympia’s work-over and her slimy pink sheath hung down over a foot. I pulled it up to my mouth, sucking down her slime and globs of Olympia’s come.

I stretched her asshole even wider and more of her sheath prolapsed outwards. I slipped it over the tip of my hard, pulsating cock.

I slid my meat into my grandmother’s waiting, gaping, begging asshole.

She moaned loudly as I slid inside her, inch after inch, stretching parts of her body that had never had anything this huge inside them before – in fact an hour ago some of these parts hadn’t even existed but were now there thanks to the phallite she carried. Thick globs of slime and Olympia’s semen trickled out of my grandmother’s gaping asshole around my monstrous meat, running past her heavy, meaty labia and slipping down the inside of her thighs. More slime gushed from her cunt, her mouth, and her tits as I pressed forward. Finally I felt the tip of my cock bump into the portal in the back of her throat.

I slipped back out about six or seven inches, then pushed back in.

“Do it hard,” Lily murmured. “Don’t be gentle. Fuck grandma Lily’s asshole.”

I smiled and rammed my cock into my grandmother’s ass. Her phallite hips quivered as I slammed against them, all four of her tits shaking.

“Yeah, there you go,” she begged. “Keep going. Fuck me hard. Fuck me fast.”

My grandmother’s sheath gripped my cock as I pistoned in and out of her asshole. I withdrew all the way and leaned back, stretching it out four feet behind her before plunging back in and driving my cock hard against the back of her throat. She moaned and egged me on.

I felt her come once, twice, then maybe a third time as I kept up my pace. She must have come almost nine or ten times just since the transition, but she seemed insatiable, begging for more. My mother appeared beside me and slipped several fingers into my grandmother’s ass around my cock. She stretched the hole even wider, even grabbing my cock and sliding her hand and arm inside Lily’s asshole with it. My grandmother only smiled and begged for more.

The pressure of having my cock and part of my mom’s arm in her asshole had pushed most of her vaginal sheath out of Lily’s cunt. The pink meat now hung down all the way to the floor beneath her slit, forming a slimy pile of her flesh beneath her as more loads of slime poured from my grandmother’s asshole around my cock. Her four gargantuan tits shook with each stroke.

Finally, I felt myself coming close to orgasm.

“Are you ready?” I asked Lily, the tip of my cock hovering at the back of her throat.

“What are you waiting for?” she croaked. “Push through.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I tightened the muscles in my cock and the head erupted from my grandmother’s mouth. She let loose a gurgle that I think was supposed to be a moan and I felt a fresh load of slime gush from her asshole around my cock and my mother’s forearm.

Bathory pulled Lily’s body upwards, pressing my cock against the front of my grandmother’s abdomen. Bathory pushed her tits against Lily’s then sucked my huge purple cock head into her mouth and throat, planting a kiss on Lily’s lips around my meat. I felt Lily come one more time as my own body had all it could take and a fresh orgasm washed over me. My thick ropy seed poured into Bathory’s open, willing gullet as she sucked down my load. There was more slime and come than she could swallow and it poured from her mouth and down my grandmother’s neck and tits.

As my orgasm ebbed I slowly slid out of my grandmother’s asshole, leaving her pink sheath hanging out behind her, next to her already-prolapsed vaginal sheath. Sheaths also hung from all four of her breasts. She lay on the concrete next to the pool, a happy, slime-and-come-covered pile of skin and sheaths. I got the feeling she would have kept going if she could.

We all sat around the pool in the fading daylight, catching our breath. Finally Bathory broke the silence.

“So tomorrow can we get back to the business of the Citadel?” she asked.

[END CHAPTER 5]

[INTERLUDE]

My mother, Clementina and I were walking back to the house from the lab in the upstairs of the barn where Olympia, her daughters, and Ona continued their research into the phallites. She sighed and shook her head.

“All of us could probably use a recharge. I was thinking, maybe we should take

a break.” She wrapped an arm around my waist.

“What do you have in mind?” I asked.

“Maybe another date?” she said. “We haven’t had any real time lately to connect, you and I. And that goes for your mother too.”

My mother, Clementina, and I, were the ones who had originally broken up the dark phallites, destroyed their nest, and unlocked the nexus. Ona had been a part of that too, but she had also been a hindrance at times, becoming a dark queen and unleashing the dark phallites. My mother, Clementina and I had bonded, and I agreed with Clementina that the bond was a little frayed at the moment.

“That sounds good to me,” I said, glancing over at my mother, who nodded. Then I looked down at our bodies. Clementina was the only one of the three of us who had a normal body. I was a cockgirl and my mother was a tentacle girl. “But won’t we attract attention if we do something like we did last time? We aren’t exactly normal.”

“Do we care?” my mother asked.

Come to think of it, I really didn’t.

Within an hour we had a suite for the following night at a swank resort about an hour away. One room with a king sized bed. The rest of the day was spent in mundane day-to-day drudgery, ending with the usual dip in the pool before bed.

Like when Clementina and I had our date a few weeks ago, I was then left at home the next morning as my mom and Clementina went shopping for what we were going to wear on our “date”. They liked to surprise me with their choices.

So the next day the three of us set out for the resort in the early afternoon. We planned an afternoon of lounging around the pool, followed by dinner. Probably with several bouts of sex in between. Our check-in was uneventful and we made our way to our room.

Clementina dumped a pair of suitcases on the king sized bed, then she and my mother turned to me.

“Close your eyes,” my mom said.

It was time for me to see the outfits they had bought for me to wear in the pool and to dinner.

“I’m not so sure about this,” I said.

“Oh, come on, it’ll be fun!” Clementina interjected.

I sighed and closed my eyes. The sound of unzipping suitcases and the rustle of shopping bags filled the room.

“Okay, open!” my mom instructed.

I slowly opened my eyes.

Laid out on the bed was a two piece swimsuit. The top stretched the definition of a bikini. It was more two tiny pieces of fabric and long strings holding them together. I doubted they would completely cover my aureoles – in fact I questioned whether I could fit the string around my substantial, milk-engorged breasts at all.

For my bottom half, a blue, lycra thong. A small blue lycra thong. A disturbingly small blue lycra thong.

Next to the so-called swimsuit, my dinner attire. A lacy sheer bra, a sheer blouse, a belt, and yoga pants that threatened to become sheer when worn.

“Seriously?” I asked.

“Yes!” Clementina squealed. “We all have similar outfits! We match! Isn’t that the cutest?” She pulled out outfits for her and my mother while I just shook my head.

“To the pool!” my mother said.

“Now wait,” I said. “Clementina has a ‘normal’ female body, and you can hide your tentacles inside. But look at me, I can’t hide my cock. As soon as anyone sees me they’re going to know I’m...you know...I’m a cockgirl.”

“So?” Clementina said. “We’ll be right there with you. Fuck them.”

“No…” I started.

“Yes!” my mom said. “To the pool!” She pulled off her top and began shrugging her phallite body into a bikini like mine except with a green thong instead of my blue one. Clementina also had the same yellow top but with a red bottom.

I started to resist, but realized it was futile. I undressed and pulled on the proffered bikini. As I suspected, the tiny triangles of cloth failed to fully cover my wide aureoles, and my long nipples stuck out against the fabric. Even worse, the thong stretched almost to the point of breaking. My cock and balls barely fit, and the thong buried deep between my substantial phallite ass.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I wanted to think of myself as hot, but I wasn’t sure. This was a little extreme to go marching around in public in. My mother came and stood beside me. Her top also failed to completely cover her wide phallite nipples, and the mound formed by her retracted tentacles gave her an extreme vulva. She, on the other hand, definitely looked hot. As did Clementina who joined us a moment ago.

I sighed, looking at the three of us.

“Wow,” Clementina said. “We are going to turn some heads.”

“Maybe you will,” I said. “I’m not so sure about myself.”

“Only one way to find out,” said my mom, and tossed us each sheer beach cover ups and shepherded us to the door.

Thankfully, there was nobody else in the elevator as we rode down to the pool deck. There was an inside part of the pool and an outside. It was a gorgeous day, so we took the outside part, finding three lounges and tossing our towels on them. Three women were sitting on lounges on the opposite side of the pool. We nodded to them as we tossed our gear on the lounges.

My mom and Clementina shed their wraps immediately and headed towards the pool, their nearly nude curve phallite bodies barely covered by their minimal bikinis. I hesitated.

“Come on Roshele,” my mother said, looking back at me. She smiled. “We’re here for you.”

I glanced over at the other three women on the pool deck. Two of them were younger, probably closer to my age, and wore string-style bikinis, though less revealing than hours. The third was somewhat older, but attractive, and wore a slightly more conservative tankini.

All three of them were looking at me. I knew the moment I pulled off the wrap they would know...what...I was. I had never felt this self-conscious in my life.

“What’s the matter with her?” one of the younger women, who wore a blue bikini, asked.

“She’s just a little shy,” Clementina said.

“Nothing to be shy about,” the girl said. “We all have the same body, just different shapes and sizes.”

“Not quite,” I said. “I’m a little different.”

“So what,” she said. “If people don’t like you, fuck them. Relax. I’m Deena, by the way.”

I didn’t say anything, so my mother spoke up.

“I’m Eva, that’s Clementina, and the shrinking violet here is Roshele.”

“Nice to meet you. My friend here is El and over there is my mother, Joanie. She’s our chaperon, making sure we don’t get in trouble.”

“Trouble?” I asked.

“It’s El’s bachelorette party. We’re having a few of our girlfriends over tonight, probably do some things we regret later. You know how it is.”

“Well have fun,” Clementina said.

“If you want to join us later, we are in suite 420. We are getting the party started at 8:00 sharp.”

“Thanks,” my mom said. “We’ll see.”

Deena turned her attention back to me.

“Well, come on, get in the pool.”

I glanced at my mom and Clementina, then at the three other women. Either I was going to take the plunge or not. It was my moment of truth.

I reached for the tie of my wrap and opened it, then tossed it on the lounge and turned towards the pool. My breasts swayed, barely contained by the bikini top. And the thong, strained to the max, bulged in front of me. I gingerly walked towards the pool.

“Holy shit,” Deena said, staring openly at my bulging cock. “You definitely need to bring that thing to the party.

“You like it?” I asked, suddenly feeling a tiny bit of confidence.

“Oh, yeah,” El said, speaking up for the first time. “Wow.”

Next to them, the older woman shook her head.

“You young people,” she said. “You have no respect for the human body. Where I came from we shot freaks like that.”

“Well mom, that’s because where you’re from they shoot just about anything they don’t like and they get girls pregnant at 15, like you,” Deena said. “Ignore her, she’s an old fashioned country girl and stuck up about it, but harmless.”

The older woman shook her head but didn’t say anything more.

I went to the pool and hopped in, joining my mother and Clementina. We swam around a bit and had a splash fight, laughing.

Afterwards we stood by the side of the pool, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. I was pretty sure if we didn’t have an audience, we might have started making out. I was also pretty sure that, audience or not, if we stood there much longer we might anyway.

“Are you guys, like, an item or something?” Deena asked, swimming over.

“It’s complicated,” Clementina said.

“Actually, Eva’s …” I started, about to indicate that she was my mother, but Clementina interrupted and put a finger on my mouth.

“Let’s not get into details,” she said and winked. My mom leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips, then rubbed my tits and turned back to Deena.

“It’s very complicated,” my mom said smiling. “Actually, Roshele’s not the only one with some, uh, unusual anatomy.”

“Really?” Deena said. El and Joanie had come over and hopped in the pool as well and they were watching our conversation.

“Do one of you other two have dicks as well?” El asked.

“No, nothing that...mundane,” my mom said.

“Wow, this sounds extreme. Is this some kind of a surgical body mod?” El asked. “I have a friend who’s had things like tongue splits and stuff like that. It’s pretty freaky.”

“No surgery,” Clementina said, picking up the vibes from my mother. “Our enhancements are all genetic. It’s complicated.”

“Genetic? Wow. Sounds wild. Can I ask what it is? You can tell me to fuck off if you want.”

My mom paused and looked at Clementina and I.

“Up to you,” Clementina said, and I nodded agreement.

“I have tentacles instead of labia,” she said.

“Really? Cool!” said El. Deena smiled, but Joanie just shook her head. However she stayed silent.

“And she can make a cock out of them too!” Clementina added. “I’m the only one of us with standard equipment.”

“Mostly standard,” said my mom. “We all have these weird sheaths we can pull out of our bodies.”

“Wow, incredible. Seriously, can you guys come to our party? We have two other girlfriends coming but our strippers canceled about an hour ago. Cocks, even if on girls, would be awesome. And this tentacle and sheath stuff sounds freaky. If you three will strip, we’ll pay you the $2500 we were going to pay for the strippers.”

“Uh…” I started but my mom spoke up first.

“Definitely, we’ll be there at 8:00 sharp.”

“Sweet, thanks!”

Deena leaned forward and gave each of us hugs, El did so as well. Joanie, who looked to be in her early forties at the latest, just shook her head, then paused. She looked hard at my mother and I. I thought she was about to speak up when El grabbed her arm and pulled her away. The three of them gathered up their towels and gear and headed out.

“Strippers?” I said, turning to my mother. “We’re going to be strippers?”

“Why not, it’ll be fun. It’ll be hot.”

My mother. Always the adventurous one. Back in the days before, she used to walk around in a cut off T-shirt and no bra when I had my buddies over. Some things never change.

We hung around the pool awhile longer then went up to our rooms. Instead of a relaxing dinner at the restaurant, we had room service deliver a light fare, and we got ready for the party.

At 8:00 sharp we were standing outside suite 420 having changed into our semi-sheer outfits. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. The sound of footsteps and a second later, Deena opened the door, dressed in a strapless little white dress. Behind her stood El in a matching little black dress. Further into the room was Joanie, in a sundress, and two other girls in party dresses, who I was introduced to as Maria and Lila.

“So these are the replacement strippers,” Maria said, looking us up and down. “If these chicks are as strange as they sound, this is going to be the freakiest bachelorette party ever.”

“Freaky is good for me,” El said. “And its my party so what I say goes.”

Deena handed me a wad of $100 bills.

“$2500, what I was paying for the strippers,” she said with a smile. “Make yourself at home, we have drinks over there and snacks over there.”

“Who should go first?” my mom asked.

“The cock first. After that, up to you. Whenever your ready, the boombox over there.”

Suddenly, I felt my cock stir. I had been pretty nervous up until this point, but my nervousness started abating, to be replaced by confidence. And horniness.

“I think I’m ready now,” I said.

A couple of the girls made a loud “whoo!” and they all took their seats in the chairs and couches. Joanie still remained in the background, hovering back in the kitchenette. If she wanted to be out of the action, that was her call. It didn’t affect me.

I had never been much of a dancer when I was a guy. But I had been to a few strip bars and seen strippers in videos, so I had an idea of what was expected. As soon as the music started and I began moving, things just came naturally, and my cock developed a mind of its own.

I pulled off my blouse first, then peeled off the leggings, pulling them off around the high heels I wore. My cock was now free of its confinement and coming to attention, pressing out from under the curtains of my heavy labia. It was already over a foot and growing quickly. I stroked it several times, bringing it all the way to full staff, then tossed off my bra, pulled my cock up between my breasts and squeezed it between them. A streamer of milk shot from one of my breasts.

“Oh my god, that’s fucking hot,” one of the girls said.

I moved over and hovered my monster cock in front of El.

“Feel it,” I said. She took her hand and ran it up and down my cock. A thick glob of slime slipped from the tip and ran down the shaft.

“Wow,” she said. “That thing is like, two feet long. Does it get any bigger?”

“Yep.”

“Longer?” she said. “Who can take a cock that big?”

Before I had a chance to answer, Clementina moved forward. She pulled one of my breasts into her mouth and sucked out a mouthful of milk, then trickled it down her own sheer blouse, soaking it through and turning it transparent. Her wide, long, hard nipples poked through. She pulled off her bra and blouse, then pushed her breasts against mine and we kissed, squeezing my monster cock between our breasts, sending slime and milk coursing across our chests.

My mother came forward at this point, knelt down, and pulled Clementina’s tights off, exposing her wide phallite ass. My mother stretched Clementina’s cheeks wide, gaping her pink phallite asshole, and ran her tongue around the outside. Loads of slime from my mother’s mouth and from Clementina’s asshole combined and ran down across Clementina’s thick meaty labia.

My mother gaped Clementina’s sliming asshole wide, and her pink translucent sheath popped out. My mother sucked it into her mouth and pulled it out a couple of feet.

Suddenly several things happened at once. Deena, El, and one of the other girls spread their legs, pulled off their panties, and began fingering themselves. El even disrobed completely. The girl who wasn’t playing with herself looked a lot like she wanted to. Joanie, in the background, looked on in a mixture of bewilderment and disapproval, but didn’t say anything.

Clementina disengaged from me and moved down on all fours. My mother pulled Clementina’s anal sheath up to my mouth and we both sucked her slime from it. On the couch, El moaned like she was getting ready to come.

Clementina spoke up.

“You were wondering who could take a cock that huge,” she said, kneeling down on all fours as my mother still held her anal sheath. “Watch me.”

I moved into position behind Clementina. My mother pulled Clementina’s anal sheath over my cock. Several of the girls moaned as I slowly slid my gargantuan meat into Clementina’s waiting, gaping pink phallite asshole. My mother pulled Clementina’s asshole even wider, showing she even had room to spare inside.

The one girl who hadn’t been masturbating finally gave in, ditched her dress, and spread her legs out over the arms of a chair, stroking her neatly trimmed pussy frantically. I was pretty sure El was on at least her second orgasm, as was Deena. I looked over at Joanie. She had been rubbing herself through her dress, but stopped when she saw me notice. Oh well, if she wanted to be the only girl in the room not to get off, that was her business.

By now my cock was most of the way into Clementina’s asshole and was displacing loads of slime from her and from my cock. The slime was sluicing out of her sphincter past my meat. Her pussy was gaped from the pressure of my meat in her ass and her vaginal sheath was hanging out. Once my cock was all the way in, I pulled Clementina’s abdomen upwards, distending her stomach, showing my cock pressed against her abdomen wall and her chest. She moaned and a thick glob of slime flowed down from her lips. A streamer of milk shot from one of her breasts, hitting the girls on the couch, who wiped at it with their fingers and brought it to their mouths.

I pushed Clementina back onto all fours and began pistoning my cock in and out of her asshole. She moaned as I stretched her sheath out with each stroke. After a moment or two of fucking her hole, I pulled my cock all the way out, stretching her sheath out four or five feet. She moaned as my mother pulled off her top and tit-fucked my cock with Clementina’s sheath still attached. Finally I pushed my meat back into Clementina’s waiting ass and went back to work. My big, milky tits shook and Clementina’s ass jiggled as I worked her over.

My mother, meanwhile, had moved in front of us and peeled off her tights. Spreading her legs in front of the girls, she slid out her tentacles. The slimy, suckered appendages hung down to her knees.

I had lost track of how many times most of the girls had come, but I figured they all had at least two or three under their belt.

I looked up at Joanie. She had finally given in and was sitting in the office desk chair, her sundress discarded, fingering herself. It was about time she loosened up.

My mother was stroking her tentacles and forming her tentacle cock. She pulled her meat up in front of El, stroking it and bringing it to attention. El reached up and stroked my mother’s cock, playing with it even as she played with herself. My mother pushed her cock between El’s tits and began tit-fucking her.

I could feel a shudder passing through Clementina’s body and knew she was getting ready to come. I leaned down and whispered in her ear.

“All the way through?” I said. She nodded.

I kept pumping her asshole, tightening the muscles in my cock like Makala had showed me. The end of my meat pushed through the portal in the back of Clementina’s throat and out her mouth. The girls screamed and came. My mother pulled back from Deena and moved in front of Clementina, leaning down and kissing her, taking the final four or five inches of my cock into her own mouth.

Clementina shook in a resounding orgasm, and I followed suit, shooting thick ropy threads of come down my mother’s throat. She pulled back and let my come shoot out over her milky tits.

I wasn’t ready to stop despite the globs of come pouring from my two foot long meat.

I pulled out of Clementina’s asshole, leaving her pink sheath hanging out, and moved to my mother. My cock was shooting come and my tits were squirting milk. But no matter how much I had come, I always had room for my mother.

She leaned down on all fours and spread her tentacles, offering her pink phallite asshole for my inspection.

The girls, including Joanie now, were chanting “fuck the tentacle girl’s ass, fuck the tentacle girl’s ass”.

Clementina knelt beside my mother and used four fingers from each hand to stretch my mom’s asshole wider. It gaped and her sheath prolapsed out, falling slickly behind her and slapping as it hit the floor. I lifted it up to my lips and sucked my mother’s licorice-tinged anal slime.

I began sliding my cock into my mother’s waiting, gaping, sliming asshole.

No sexual experience ever quite topped fucking my mother’s asshole.

A cry came up from the girls, who redoubled their fingering. Clementina moved in front of my mother and pulled her face into her milky tits, smiling. She turned to the girls.

“You asked us earlier if we were an item and we said it was complicated, do you remember?”

Deena nodded.

“Well, part of what’s complicated, is this.” Clementina pointed at me. “She is sliding her cock into her own mother’s asshole.”

With that, I rammed my cock home and my mother moaned.

“Oh my god,” Deena said. I think she came again. The other girls started chanting.

“In-cest! In-cest! In-cest!”

El turned to Joanie. The older woman shook her head. Suddenly two other girls were on either side of her, guiding her to the couch and pulling her legs apart, revealing a neat, pretty pussy. She tried to pull away, but the girls held her in place.

El smiled.

“Sorry mom, you’re beautiful, and it’s time you loosened the fuck up,” El said, and dove in between her mother’s thighs.

Joanie looked horrified for a moment, then shocked, then bewildered, then horny. She closed her eyes and rubbed her tits as she surrendered and her daughter ate her out.

As I watched El eating out her mother, I was busy with my own mother and her slimy asshole. All six of her tentacles were deep in my cunt and asshole. Clementina, meanwhile, was beside me, sucking my tits, drinking in my milk in hearty droughts.

I looked over at the girls on the couch. El and Joanie had switched places and Joanie was deep into her daughter’s pussy. Another girl was straddling the bachelorette who was eating her out lustily. Somehow I doubted any of them would ever forget this bachelorette party. I heard a little moan from Joanie, probably another orgasm, and I picked up my own pace as I felt my mother tighten her body up. Her tentacles squeezed my balls as I pistoned my cock in and out of my mother’s asshole.

Clementina moved over away from me and towards El. She gently moved the girl who had been straddling El to the side and positioned herself over El’s face, pushing her anal sheath into El’s mouth. She squeezed her asshole and emptied a load of slime and my come into El’s waiting mouth. It was more than she could handle, and the excess ran down her chin, down her chest and stomach, to be sucked up greedily by her mother, who seemed to have shed all her inhibitions. Joanie had even reached back and had three fingers in her own asshole.

One of the girls pulled a strap on out of her bag and began fucking Joanie’s ass as she continue to eat out her daughter and suck up the excess slime and come from Clementina’s stretched asshole and sheath.

I felt my abdomen tighten and my mother shudder. A fresh load of thick steaming seed shot from my cock into my mother’s waiting asshole. She moaned and came around my thick cock.

Once she had a full load inside, she pulled away from me, moving to replace Clementina straddling El. Clementina stretched out my mother’s asshole and sheath, emptying it into El’s mouth and across her chest. El and Joanie, mother and daughter, came again as our come and slime coursed over them.

The room finally grew silent.

El moaned once then smiled.

“Fuck. Best...bachelorette...party...EVER!” she said. She pulled Joanie up to her as my mom moved away. Joanie and El kissed.

“And best mother...EVER!” El added.

I turned to my mother. “I think our work here is done,” I said.

She nodded.

Clementina, my mother, and I pulled our clothes on. We wished El a happy wedding, and headed back to our own room for the night.

[END INTERLUDE]

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