by Porter, Jack
All three of our crystals began to glow. Mine was around my neck (with Piper’s crystal remaining dim alongside it), Megan wore hers as a bracelet at her wrist, and Yua’s beamed bright from the top of her staff.
That last one was both cool and interesting. Usually, the crystal had to touch skin to glow like that, yet these crystals seemed to be quicker to activate than the others. And in the past, some sort of orgasm needed to be achieved to activate the goddess powers within the crystal, also some of my essence needed to be infused with the girls.
Which was a polite way to say they needed to swallow. That said, no girl seemed to mind so far.
But the rules of this place seemed to keep changing. As Megan rubbed harder and faster against my hand, my finger going deep inside her, her crystal shone ever brighter. I could feel her clench around me, hot and tight.
Yua’s trembling took on a new urgency, and I could tell she was close too. I pulled away and replaced my tongue with my pinky finger, carefully searching for her sweet spot.
“Oh god, yes!” she cried when I found it.
My own pleasure climbed quickly toward stars and fireworks. “Megan, Yua, this is too amazing. You’re both so sexy. I can’t hold on much longer.”
The redheaded minx pulled back, leaving my cock straining to have her back. “You won’t hear any complaints from me,” she panted. “I’m seconds from coming all over your finger. But, Yua? Your crystal is glowing too. If you don’t want to become a goddess right this minute, now’s the time to hop off the train.”
I eased off Yua, torn between allowing her to regain a clear head to think and wanting to dive back in, needing to hear her moaning sounds once more.
“Yua, what would you like to do?”
She whimpered, “I want you to fuck me senseless.”
Swallowing back the urge to give her exactly what she asked for, I replied with a more direct question. “Do you want to become a goddess?”
That slowed the lady monk’s movements, even as Megan returned her mouth to my dick. The redheaded woman rode my finger with abandon, moaning in a way that vibrated my shaft and pushed us toward the release we both longed for.
“After watching you not wake this morning... and all the close calls you’ve had with Zavier, I’ve realized I have come to care about you deeply, Dexter,” Yua said, her tone determined as she began to trail kisses against my abs.
I groaned and rubbed her ass, longing to put my fingers in her again, but waiting until I had the go ahead.
She continued when she noticed my hesitation.
“You can touch me. I am a little nervous, but I am ready to take this next step. I want to be by your side. I want to explore every part of you without holding myself back. And I want to discover who I was always meant to be. A goddess, and your wife.”
Yua twisted around to look me in the eyes. “Make Megan and me into goddesses, Dexter. Come for us and make us come. We’re ready.”
Megan made a noise of consent, then pulled away from her work on my cock and twisted to kiss Yua, using her hands to massage the more inexperienced girl’s breasts. Yua sucked in a breath and returned the kiss as I slowly slid my finger into her and began to fuck them at the same pace.
Both girls cried out, arching their backs, and together they returned their mouths to my cock, one taking the shaft and the other taking the head.
Zavier take me, I thought, clenching my teeth so I wouldn’t explode too soon.
The girls seemed to sense how close I was and picked up the pace, both of them moaning and tightening around my fingers.
Megan came first, her eyes squeezing shut, and a satisfied grin on her face.
Yua followed seconds after. She cried out my name as she gushed all over my hand.
And that was just too much for me. I found my own release with a prayer or a curse, I wasn’t sure which.
My essence coated both girls, most landing on their breasts and stomach, but some in their mouths as well.
Like with Layla, Yua’s transformation was immediate. She grew in size to match mine, which had also increased considerably. We were nearly halfway to being our full god height at this point. Perhaps close to ten feet tall!
I’ll have to change my tactics again for sex with mortal women, I thought to myself, chuckling as I took in more of Yua’s transformation.
Black wings burst from her back. Red and black scales highlighted her cheekbones and around her eyes, which were now swirling cobalt blue and ruby red in color. But probably the more amazing feature was the smoke that streamed out of her mouth and nose, and the obsidian horns that sprouted on the top of her head, along with a full scalp of hair that trailed down her naked body and rested at her hips.
Now she looked more like the head priestess of her youth, only more primal and animalistic. Goddess, she was stunning.
I glanced over at Megan and my eyes widened. I felt a pang of sympathy as she searched her body, eyes full of hurt and confusion. She’d grown in size too, but otherwise had stayed exactly the same.
“Dexter? Why didn’t it work?” she asked in a panicked, raspy voice. I could tell she was torn between the pleasured haze of her orgasm and the devastation of the crystal’s failure.
Her hazel sunburst eyes filled with unshed tears as she demanded, “Why am I not a goddess like Yua?”
Twenty-Six
“Look at your size,” I replied, sitting up to rub circles on her back. “You’ve nearly tripled. No normal human does that.”
I sighed in audible relief, “Also, the pressure from my crystal headache melted away just now when I touched you. You have no idea how good that feels. If you ask me, I think you are a goddess.”
Her shoulders sagged as she snuggled into my chest. Yua, reading Megan’s need clearly, stood to walk along the beach and give us some privacy. Or perhaps she was responding to some need of her own.
After a moment, Megan replied, “You think so? But Yua looks so cool and I’m just a bigger version of me. She’s got spikes all down her back and everything. What do you think she is?”
Turning to study Yua’s shapely, retreating form, I saw Megan was right. Blinking, I opened my mouth to answer Megan’s last question, thinking I knew, but closed it again.
That’s impossible, right?
Megan gave me a questioning look, so I went for it.
“Her dragon tattoo is gone,” I said. “Holy hell, Megan. I think Yua’s just become a dragon. Look at the way smoke trails after her from her nose and lips.”
The redhead narrowed her eyes at Yua for a moment, then crossed her arms over her chest in the cutest pout I’d ever seen.
“That’s not fair,” she muttered under her breath. “My crystal’s defective.”
I smiled. “Just because you didn’t get scales doesn’t mean your crystal’s defective. Hannah’s crystal took a while to come around. Yours could be the same way.”
Megan sighed. “You’re right. I was just hoping for something more.” She gestured to all of herself, and my eyes darted across her perfect naked form.
I shook my head to clear it of impure thoughts, and just stayed with Megan for a time, quietly supporting her as she came to terms with what had happened.
After only a few minutes, we saw Yua on her way back to us with several smoked fish in tow.
Megan and I walked to meet her halfway.
“That is super handy,” Megan said, grinning and holding out her hand for one plump looking cod. “Mind if I take a nibble? Growing this size burns a lot of energy.”
Yua tensed, eyes locked on Megan as if she were Zavier himself. Her mouth opened, and I noticed a yellow-orange glow shining through her perfectly white teeth.
My instincts warned me. Yua’s expression, her imperious stance, everything about her was off. It was like with Hannah and Layla, when they were facing each other as wolf and hawk goddess.
“Megan, stop,” I said, reaching out to crush her against my chest. My golden mists circled around us in a defensive me
asure. “Hold perfectly still unless you want to be just as well-roasted as those fish.”
“What’s wrong with Yua?” Megan whispered.
“That’s not Yua. Her dragon’s instinct is taking over.”
Megan stared at the former monk. “What do we do?”
My eyebrows furrowed. “Back away slowly. Maybe she thinks we’re after her fish.”
Together, enclosed in my mist as if it were armor, we took one step back, then another.
Yua seemed to calm down, her shoulders relaxed, and the soft glow coming from her throat dulled. She looked around herself, as lost as if she’d just woken up from a weird dream.
“Wow, I’m so sorry, Megan,” she sounded actively shocked at what had happened. “And thanks for that, Dexter. My dragon doesn’t like people taking her food.”
“We saw,” Megan said, grinning now that Yua was obviously herself again. “Anything else she doesn’t like? I don’t feel like being spit-roasted today.”
“Mostly just don’t touch her stuff. I’ve got her caged for now, but she might take control and fly off at times.”
I nodded. “I saw similar reactions in the other goddesses.”
Yua shivered. “Definitely don’t let me get territorial with you. She’s a dragon, but she’s also your goddess, Dexter. She’ll listen to you.”
“Good to know,” I said, thinking at the same time that it was interesting that Yua spoke about her dragon as something quite separate from herself. “Why don’t you and your dragon go eat your catch before it gets cold. Megan, maybe you and I can go for a little morning swim to catch our own.”
Megan’s eyes lit up. “Yes, please. I haven’t had a proper workout since before the canyon.”
“Race you to the water?” I asked, my eyes glittering with challenge.
Megan was off before I could say go. I let her get the jump on me on purpose. A minor victory for her wouldn’t hurt my ego in the slightest, and I wanted to make her happy.
I also I got a magnificent view of her muscular back and heavy-bottomed ass as she ran. So, win-win for me.
“Got to be faster than that, Dex,” Megan called from in front of me. Enjoying the game, I ran faster to close the gap between us but was left in the dust by her sudden burst of speed.
I smiled. She’d been toying with me the whole time.
She laughed all the way into the water, diving headfirst into a wave that was nearly as big as her new self.
My eyes widened when she popped back up to the surface moments later.
“Megan, you changed! You changed! Look at yourself!”
She did. A grin split her face as she looked at her newly transformed body. Green and purple scales sparkled off the water at her hairline, down her shoulders and stomach, where they met the multicolored tail that had materialized where her legs used to be.
“I’m a fucking mermaid?” she asked.
“You’re a fucking mermaid!” I shouted, hooting and hollering all the way into the salty ocean water to hug her.
The new cooler temperature of her body made me shiver as I crushed her to me, landing a passionate kiss upon her lips. I pulled back and added, “Water has always been your comfort zone. It’s only natural that the crystal you were attracted to would place you directly in your element. So is this like the fairy tales where your legs transform once your back on dry land?”
“Actually,” she said, wrapping her arms around me, “I get the feeling I can change to my human form whenever I want.” She proved it immediately, tail splitting in half and morphing into feet.
Now human again, she draped her long legs on my hips, pressing the heat of her center briefly against my cock, making my desire for her stir.
“Handy,” I said, smirking as I hauled her in for another kiss.
When we finally broke apart, she said, “As much as I’d love round two, I wasn’t kidding about being starved.” Megan transformed back into her mermaid form. “Let’s go grab some fish. Maybe if we ask nicely, Yua will smoke them for us.”
I fought a grin as we dipped under the icy surface. Fire coming from Yua’s mouth was something I really wanted to see.
We swam down a ways, but had no luck finding more than a couple of boney fish the length of my pinky finger.
My lungs tightened as I edged toward the limit of their capacity. It shocked me that Megan seemed to be doing just fine without a trip to the surface.
As if hearing my thoughts, she moved closer to me and opened her mouth. “I can breathe,” she told me, touched her neck just under where a small set of multicolored gills flared and collapsed on one side.
Fascinated, I stretched a hand out to run my fingers along the ridges and my new goddess visibly swallowed.
“Hey now,” she said, somewhat breathier than before. “My neck is still as sensitive as a human’s.”
I mouthed sorry and then pointed my thumb up for air. She nodded. “I’ll wait here. Man, this is so cool!” Megan flourished her tail around in a way that created a nest of small air bubbles that rose to tickle my skin.
Smiling to myself, I swam up, broke the surface, and took a few deep breaths while I glanced toward the beach for Yua, who was relaxing on the sand, just looking out toward us.
I hung about a moment, swimming a slow, wide circle. It was as close to an idyllic moment as I’d had for a long time, one goddess watching from the beach, another swimming down below, and me just relaxing.
I wanted for nothing more than this moment to last as long as possible, with no dark gods intruding, no crazy island hijinks, and no random monster attacks.
Just a moment to enjoy what life had to offer.
I breathed deep of the fresh ocean air, and allowed myself to hope…
“Dexter! Help!”
It was Megan’s voice, filled with panic, from somewhere beneath the water.
“Shit!” Trusting that Yua would be fine on her own, I took one more deep breath and dove back under the waves, swimming down to where I’d seen Megan last.
Murky darkness was the only thing waiting for me as I searched the area. No hint of a tail anywhere.
She had vanished.
Twenty-Seven
Kicking my feet hard to propel me up from yet another section of empty ocean, I gasped for air while the gloomy gray surface water sloshed around me. Then I coughed for the next couple of minutes to clear the ocean water from my pipes.
That was a close one, soldier, I said to myself. Remember, you can’t breathe underwater.
It was probably the thirtieth time I’d been under to search. My lungs and body were getting sore from the effort, despite having been trained for this sort of thing.
But the more I looked, the more I was certain I wasn’t swimming down far enough. The only thing keeping my hope alive was that Megan could now breathe underwater. She was still down there. She might be trapped, or swimming for her life, but she wouldn’t drown—and that bought me time to save her.
“But how, damn it?” I growled, glancing over to Yua, who was now a speck on the distant shoreline.
Coming to a decision, I pumped my arms and legs to swim back to the beach. As I drew closer, I watched as Yua paced the edge of the water line. Once she saw me, Yua flapped her spiked black wings once, as if to test her control of them.
“Well? I don’t see Megan, is she behind you?” she called. I’d already told her what was going on, and she’d spent a few minutes flying backward and forward over the water, but that had proven unfruitful. “Is she d…” Yua choked, unable to get out the last word.
I clambered out of the ocean and collapsed next to her, breathing deep to recover my strength. “No, not dead. I’m certain of it. I’d feel her light go out in my soul if she died. She’s just missing,” I answered, my tone clipped. “I’m just going to think a moment before going back out again. I can’t dive down deep enough to find her. I need to find a way.”
She responded by knitting her brows together in thought. “I might have something. You’v
e wanted to manipulate the elements for a long time now. Have you tried recently?”
My eyebrows went up. “No. I was waiting for the go ahead.”
“You were waiting for me to show you how, you mean,” Yua said. I didn’t correct her because she was right.
The dragon goddess gestured at the ocean. Her smile turned warm, and her tone informative. “Water is the perfect element to start manipulating. It’s lighter than earth, and more far manageable than fire or air, both of which often seem to have a will of their own and shouldn’t be used until you’ve mastered the other two.”
“I’ll be able to control all four elements? Neat.” I grinned.
“Eventually, yes. But that could take years of practice.” Yua raised one brow as if to say, I know what you’re thinking. “Dexter, there’s no doubt you’re a quick study, but—”
“I know, you think that starting off slow is the best way to keep my head above water on this island,” I managed to reply with a straight face.
“Are you serious right now?” Dark gray smoke eased out of her mouth. “Megan is in trouble. Save the dad jokes until she’s safe. And, you know, until you’re an actual dad.”
Wondering how the former monk even knew about dad jokes, I nodded my head. “Right. Megan first. Dad jokes later.”
“You are forgiven,” Yua replied, with a little dip of her head in obvious gratitude.
I hadn’t apologized, and in truth, I had every intention of abusing dad jokes to the worst of my ability, for the rest of our immortal life together. But she was also right. Now was not the time.
I let her think what she wanted while she pushed me back toward the water.
“Now,” she said, her tone once again like an eager first-year professor. “You don’t have to be touching the element to wield it, but it certainly makes things easier. Go stand knee deep in the water and I’ll try my best to instruct you.”
