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Untitled Short Story Part 7 (Potential Name, The Devil and The Goddess (A Futanari BDSM Love Story))
🕑 Added 2024-10-01 01:49:06 +0000 UTCHey Guys,
Here is some more of the short story for you all to enjoy! I have been hearing that you are all enjoying it so far. I love to hear it! I love to hear your comments. They help keep me motivated in my short story writing!
Enjoy~!
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PoV Master Devil
“W-Will you kiss me if-” My Goddess suddenly asked and stuttered, asking what she wanted most. I loved it. “If- If- If I introduce myself?”
The question rang in my ears, and I loved it more and more. She was addicted to my kisses, and I loved our kisses. I wanted more of them myself, and I could never reject such a simple request at this point. “Of course, Goddess, I will send you to heaven and then bring you to the depths of hell with me.”
The Goddess before me took a moment and, with that promise, began, “M- My name is Katelyn Kyoto; I- I am a- a Senior in High school,” My Goddess started to introduce herself, making me smile more and more as she proved again and again that she is mine. My love for her is growing more and more. “I am a five-time national level champion and a silver medalist at the last Olympics, and I am world famous for my precise gymnastics. I am the school council president at my high school. I am-” My Goddess paused, and my smile grew larger and larger.
Such a naughty Goddess, but getting better.
I had this odd feeling that she wanted to please her master. She was ‘fighting,’ but she had no fight.
Suddenly, I had a deep regret for not talking to my Goddess sooner. Her training would have been so much farther along.
Not to mention, she would have fully accepted being mine.
I had no time to regret as she suddenly continued, “T-Today, I g-gave my disgusting body to my Master for training as I do not know what I am talking about when it comes to my body.”
I wanted to snarl; how dare she say her body is disgusting! She is beautiful! PERFECT! And I watched as her cock visibly throbbed. “What does your master think you needed training on?” I asked, hoping she knew why she needed that training.
“My brain is broken, and I do not know what I am talking about?”
“What did you say to make your master angry?” I asked about my heart swelling as she started to understand her place by just talking!
“That I wanted to surgically remove my disgusting, revolting cock.”
“What do you think your Master thinks about that?”
“T- That my revolting cock is amazing?”
“At least you're smart enough to recognize what a stupid thing you said, goddess,” I told her, barely retraining myself from lashing out. How dare she call her cock disgusting. No, it was my cock now, and I was going to play with it now. It was mine, and she would learn what a blessing it was!
So I started to strip suddenly after stepping back from my camera, and I watched as her eyes widened, and I stripped my clothes with practiced ease.
OCD was a bitch.
I had to find the most efficient way to do something that I decided to do the best on, and stripping became one of them. I left on my cute little thigh-high socks, but my pussy was dripping in anticipation of stretching myself on that massive cock later.
“W-what is that pooling under you?” My Goddess asked, and I grinned.
“I have an unusual flow of Vaginal discharge. I am not sick or anything, but it allows me to take very large things inside me if I am aroused,” I told her, and she blushed as she realized what my smile said, and she shivered as I looked at her cock, “Like a massive Hulking Goddess Cock!” I exclaimed, walked toward her, and stepped up into her space.
My Goddess looked away and asked with a massive blush, “W-What is your cup size?”
The question was a bit of a surprise, and I grinned, “I am D cup, borderline Double D cup, Goddess. Now, no more distractions. You have two choices: I will kiss you for hours after we play, or you will get ten minutes of kissing now.”
Her face snapped to me, and she opened and closed her mouth, wanting to say something but failing to come up with what she wanted to say. “What?” I snapped at her.
“I—I thought they were much smaller with your breast size!” My goddess blushed, which was a surprise, and I chuckled.
“So what? I am not self-conscious about my breasts,” I replied with a grin, and I stepped toward her with a grin. “But I think you are,” my smile enlarged as I told her, and she blushed harder.
I reached forward, and ecstasy hit me, and she shivered, “I- I want my kisses after, for hours,” She sighed as I took her perfect B-cup breast into my hand. My thumb brushed over her nipple, and she shivered even more, and she moaned, “Please, it- It feels good,” My goddess moaned charmingly. Her body shivered, and her arms pulled against the restraints.
Her moan was music to my ears, and I shivered.
“Good Girl,” I cooed, and I looked into her grey, watery eyes, and I smiled. “You will be such a good little Succubus for me,” then I brought my lips down and took her perfect brown nipple into my mouth, and she moaned, and I felt her breath hitch, and my hand glided down her stomach, feeling those sexy abs under my hands, and it was amazing. I shivered as I felt each and every concave of her abs, and she moaned for me, and I loved her.
I loved it!
I loved all of this!
I wanted more, and I sucked and licked her nipple, losing myself in it. I felt her cock throbbing against my stomach, and it was a monster pressing against my breasts, and I grinned. I ignored that massive god-like cock for later, and she shivered as I used my under breast on her curved cock, and she moaned louder and louder as I teased what was clearly the perfect sensitive body.
MORE!
I needed more!
I would never get enough of this, and her moans were hitching her breath. I stepped back all of a sudden, leaving her gasping and surprised, looking at me dumbfounded.
I loved that look and walked away, and it was time.
“It is time to start fixing that head of yours, Goddess,” I told her. When I looked at her, her eyes were wide.
“What do you plan on doing?” my perfect goddess asked, her voice shivering in terror at the unknown.
I grinned; I loved it.
I was going to do this PERFECTLY!
“I am going to make you love your cock.” I told her, and I saw her confusion. I could see the question on her face; she looked down, and I could see her face twist now. My goddess hated her perfect body.
But she was perfect as she was.
She would age and become more and more perfect.
And that cock was part of her.
I would never allow someone to disgrace this perfection, and I turned and said, “No matter how long it takes, you will not be leaving this place till you fall in love with your perfect cock and acknowledge me as your Master for the rest of your life.” I turned and saw her wide eyes, “Even if that means you never leave.”
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PoV Broken Brained Goddess
“I have an unusual flow of Vaginal discharge. I am not sick or anything, but it allows me to take very large things inside me if I am aroused,” The Cute Devil spoke more of her insanity, and I shivered with what that meant. I could not stop the heat that seemed to be wreaking through my body as the tempting devil smiled full of promise while looking at my revolting cock, “Like a massive Hulking Goddess Cock!” The Devil exclaimed, adding it clearing up any misunderstandings there may have been, and I felt my blood rushing through my massive disgusting cock.
Why wasn't it going down?
The thought hit me hard as I usually cannot even get aroused, let alone hard, with my cock.
Now, it was throbbing with need.
I needed a distraction!
I wanted kisses!
DISTRACTION!
I looked away and asked, attempting to change the subject from the thought of her pussy wrapping around my revolting cock, “W-What is your cup size?”
“I am D cup, borderline Double D cup, Goddess.” The Cute, Ruby-Eyed Devil smiled, “Now, no more distractions. You have two choices: I will kiss you for hours after we play, or you will get ten minutes of kissing now.”
What?
What?
Hours of kisses?
I found myself staring at her, and my mind centered around hours of kisses.
What would that be like?
I wanted it so badly!
Hours and hours of kisses.
Even moments sent me to bliss.
What was the other option?
I opened my mouth and closed it, not knowing what to say. Was the second option better? Better than hours and hours of kisses? What could be better? The thought of those kisses sending me to heaven filled my head.
So I looked at her stupidly, and suddenly the Devil snapped, “What?” At me.
I felt my face heat and wanted to change the subject, so I tried to move it somewhere else; then again, Kisses. “I- I thought they were much smaller with your breast size!” I barely got out, stuttering over myself to try and distract from what I really wanted.
Why was I trying to change the subject from kisses, though?
“So what? I am not self-conscious about my breasts,” The Devil said with a grin, stepping toward me, and I shivered to see her pure devilish confidence, “But I think you are,” That devil’s smile enlarged, and my body responded with more heat that somehow continued to heat up from her gaze.
I was going to die from blushing, wasn't I?
The Devil then reached out, and my body reacted, “I- I want my kisses after,” I sighed, begging for those wonderful, delightful kisses, “For hours.” Then her hand took my breast in it and cupped it before brushing her thumb over my nipple, sending a shiver of pleasure through me, and I moaned in pleasure.
Oh God! It wasn't as good as a kiss, but it felt so good, “Please, it- It feels good,” I moaned while my body shivered as she continued to caress my breast.
I pulled against the restraints to free myself from the soft pleasure, and I was still trapped.
“Good Girl,” The Devil cooed, and I saw her Ruby eyes looking into mine, and I felt a heat and a throb like never before. “You will be such a good little Succubus for me,” The Devil informed me, sending shockwaves through my body. Her head came down, and I felt her mouth suck my nipple into her mouth.
My breath hitched, my moan escaped my lips, and I felt her hand softly clasping my abdomen. And I shivered as she lined my abs slowly. I could feel her want and care for me with these touches, and her small tongue sent shockwaves through my body, reverberating all over, blanking my head. My moans got louder and more embarrassing, but I could not stop, and I thrust my hips forward and back as the devil sucked my nipple and caressed my stomach.
My cock was throbbing, and I could not stop moaning.
What was happening to me!?
Never stop this feeling!?
God, is this what being owned feels like?
I could feel her soft breast on my throbbing cock, and I did not know what she was going to do next, but I wanted more.
This feeling was the best, and I moaned louder as she continued to touch my body.
My cock throbbed harder and harder, and I shivered with pleasure as she continued to do things to my body I never felt before.
What is happening to me?
Then it stopped, and my mind blanked, and frustration hit like a truck!
GOD, NO, WHY IS SHE STEPPING BACK?
MASTER NO! PLEASE CONTINUE! I FELT SO GOOD!
I wanted more, and I sucked and licked her nipple, losing myself in it. I felt her cock throbbing against my stomach, and it was a monster pressing against my breasts, and I grinned. I ignored that massive god-like cock for later, and she shivered as I used my under breast on her curved cock, and she moaned louder and louder as I teased what was clearly the perfect sensitive body.
MORE!
I needed more!
Why did she stop?
Then the devil walked away!
SHE’S THE DEVIL! THE DEVIL! I SWEAR SHE IS THE DEVIL!
“It is time to start fixing that head of yours, Goddess,” The Devil suddenly spoke, and I was lost for a moment.
“What do you plan on doing?” I asked, her voice shivering in terror at the unknown.
What was she going to do to me?
“I am going to make you love your cock.” The Devil spoke, and I thought about my cock, and I knew she never would be able to. It was grotesque! How could I ever love such a revolting thing?
“No matter how long it takes, you will not be leaving this place till you fall in love with your perfect cock and acknowledge me as your Master for the rest of your life.” The Devil said suddenly, widening my eyes. “Even if that means you never leave.”
I must be insane.
I have to be insane.
I am insane.
Because that sounded so nice.
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PoV A Worried Mother
I stretched and sighed as I finished up the dishes. It was a long day on the farm but it was nice to zone out and do something with my hands. It was MUCH better than thinking about my Daughter. She was a handful and a half, or three handfuls.
Her father and I really tried.
We tried so hard, and she became a functioning member of society.
Or will.
She will become one since she was still in school.
Other Parents were jealous of my Daughter's high grades and perfect scores—even top ten on the SATs. She will get an Ivy League education, and I could not wait for her to be someone else's problem. We tried and coached her so hard every day to keep her sane.
I turned around and saw that the house was perfection itself. By habit, I did the dishes, and the rest of the farmhouse looked like you could eat off the floor. No, you could eat off this floor.
My daughter would do everything to perfection. She had to; the psychiatrist said she has a form of OCD that compels her to do it to her form of perfection. And self-perpetrating perfection is highly rated. But it was the second thing that truly worried me, and that was wrong with my daughter.
Hypersexuality.
The Psychiatrist even told us to give her a healthy outlet for it.
So we gave her the largest shed we had and allowed her to add things to it. The Doctor informed us to assist her with things but just to let her do as she wanted as long as it was done in a healthy way. So we gave her a budget of a thousand dollars a year for the last four years. She can buy whatever she wants with that money, and her father and I will not even ask for it. We even gave her an account for some of the sites she likes so she could purchase them and have them delivered to the house.
Every time she left that shed now, she was dripping with sweat and had a stupid smile on her face. Then she would study clean and do her little extras. I always thought OCD was tapping on a door when opening it or something like that, but our daughter was a perfectionist to the hundredth degree.
She loses her mind if she fails to reach perfection. The fact that she did not get perfect on the SATs was unacceptable to her, and it took her an entire weekend in her shed to come back to rationality.
But what worried me the most was her obsession with a girl her age. I knew she was a lesbian; there was no changing that fact, and frankly, I don't think a man could keep up with the spitfire.
But it was unhealthy how much she loved this Gymnast.
I had taken her to every tournament this girl was in that was driving distance. My daughter had to be the best cheerleader for her, and she HATED that she couldn't go to them all. She understood why, but it took her a night in that damn shed to come back to her right mind.
I still had no idea what she was up to in that damn shed, but.
She should be back from school, right?
I walked outside the house, looked into the shed, found her car beside it, and smiled.
All is normal.
“AH~!” I heard a faint scream, which I ignored, never wanting to know what my daughter was up to.
God, I hope she never gets her hands on that Gymnast, though.
I heard my daughter muttering at some of those tournaments about what she wanted to do with her.
The psychiatrist told me not to bring up her fantasies, though. The doctor clearly said she was not at risk of doing violence. In fact, the psychiatrist was persistent in saying that she would never do it for one simple reason, which made perfect sense.
She wanted to do it perfectly.
Rape meant she failed.
So I smiled, and I ignored the screams coming from the shack, heading back inside.
She should be done soon. If not, I will leave a meal in the food slot.
Oh, I should get her some water!
