Futanari Demigoddess 1-3 Bundle

by Hayden Archer

  Only I was astonished to see that it wasn't actually a human that was grabbing me. Sure it had hands, and feet, but that face looked slightly reptilian and definitely wasn't like anything I'd ever seen before. It grunted as it hit the ground and then scrambled up backing off on all fours glancing back at me with fear.

  "Boo!" I said. The thing turned tail and scampered off into the darkness. Only I must've been seeing things because I could've sworn that as it hit the darkness it seemed to vanish in what I could only describe as a puff of dark mist that blew away even though there was definitely no breeze.

  Adrenaline pumped through me. I was ready for a fight. I turned to face the woman who'd distracted me while those things were attacking and jumped as I realized she was standing right in front of me. I reached out to grab at her wondering if I would get a similar surge of strength, but she easily reached out and grabbed my wrist. She didn't hold it to the point of pain, but only just short of that.

  "Who are you?"

  "Someone who has been looking for a Daughter of Venus for quite some time," she said.

  Her nostrils flared and she seemed to be inhaling deeply. Judging by the ecstatic a look on her face she liked whatever she smelled.

  Something told me I wouldn't like it that she was enjoying that smell so much. I leaned down with my other hand and tried to aim a punch straight at her gut, but her other hand shot out as quick as lightning and my wrist was in her grasp.

  "I see my pets were no match for you," she said. "I suppose that should be expected at this point. But I think I can still handle you on my own. If you want something done right and all that."

  I made one last attempt to kick her, but she casually flicked that aside with her own leg. She tightened her grip on my wrist past the point of pain and pressed back until I was against a tree with her leaning into me. Even through the pain I found myself intoxicated by the sight of her, the smell of her. Somehow the fact that she was holding me in place didn't matter as much as the joy of knowing she was touching me.

  What the hell?

  "Pity," she said. "I expected more of a fight from a Daughter of Venus."

  Dammit. I had no idea what she was on about with all of that Daughter of Venus stuff. Maybe it had something to do with the medallion? That damned medallion. The thing had caused nothing but trouble ever since I discovered it in the museum. Not for the first time I considered just taking it off and throw it into the nearest pond or lake. Only I worried that if I did then I might not ever be able to reverse the little side effect it had on me.

  Plus, even though I was afraid to admit it to myself there was a growing part of me that was enjoying the way the medallion made me feel.

  Damn! The way the medallion made me feel.

  The way I'd been able to make other people feel since I discovered the medallion!

  Well, admittedly it seemed like it was something I'd always been able to do, but the medallion sure brought out my little powers of love in a major way. I looked to the woman standing before me and couldn't help but give her another once over.

  Something told me I wasn't going to like what she tried with me, but there was one last thing that I could try to get free of her. I wasn't sure if I could make it work if I wasn't already turned on. Only, looking at her there was a part of me that was very turned on. She was incredibly hot after all. The only problem was I'm not sure if that would be able to fight through the terror of having her holding me against a tree like this.

  She reached down to her side and pulled at something under her dress. When her hand came back up it held a knife with a wood handle and a blade that appeared to be made out of some craggy material. Was that bone?

  Oh hell no. Time to get rid of that terror and focus on the arousal. Because I was not letting her stick me with that thing.

  But at the same time I had something that I wouldn't mind sticking her with it. Amazing. Here I was being threatened by a beautiful woman and I was more concerned with the fact that she was a beautiful woman than I was with the fact that she was attacking me.

  The male mindset. Simply astounding. And it might be what saved me. I held onto that thought, to that arousal. Concentrated on how hot she was and not on the way that knife was moving closer.

  I tried to think back to how I'd felt every other time the warmth had manifested. It was really hard as that knife got closer and closer. It made contact with my stomach, I was at least able to wear a tank top that was perhaps a little small even for my tight frame, and she swiped up. I flinched but the only thing I heard was the sound of my clothes ripping.

  She smiled and licked her lips, looking down at where the knife had cut straight up through the tank top and my bra. My clothing fell to the side in complete tatters, exposing my stomach and tits to the air. It was a warm night, but the instant my nipples hit the air they hardened and pressed out towards this very dangerous hottie.

  Yeah, there we go. That's what I needed. I felt the faintest glimmer of the warmth rising inside me.

  The woman licked her lips. "Amazing. So long since a Daughter of Venus…"

  I got the feeling that robbery wasn't on her mind from the way she was staring at me. And to be honest even though this crazed woman was standing there with a knife in her hands I couldn't help but feel of the slightest tingle of arousal as I looked at her looking at me. It was nice to be appreciated, though as she stared I felt a wave of dizziness overtake me that was accompanied by an equally powerful wave of arousal.

  I didn't know where that arousal came from, but I was going to use it.

  "You like what you see?"

  The woman looked at me and blinked in surprise. Perhaps she wasn't used to people talking with her while she was accosting them. But I fixed her with my most seductive gaze and reached up to run a finger around one of my very hard nipples.

  One delicate hand kept a firm grip on her knife, but her other went to trace around my other breast, then down my stomach, and finally to the now rock hard bulge in between my legs. She closed her eyes and smiled as her hand wrapped around the bulge. Hell, I would have closed my eyes at that contact as well, except for the tiny problem of the person in making that contact being a crazy knife wielding maniac on top of being incredibly hot.

  Hey, what can I say, my mind still had some of its priorities in order even if the lower brain was giving some pretty crazy marching orders to the rest of me at that moment.

  But that touch. A delicate but firm touch as her finger ran up and down the length of my cock. That was just enough to send me over the edge I needed. Warmth flooded my body and just as it had with Nicole and Stacy over the weekend. I pushed out with it and slammed it into this strange, beautiful woman standing before me.

  The reaction was immediate. Her eyes widened and she stumbled back as though she'd been hit with a physical blow. Not at all like the sudden slack-jawed expression of pleasure I got from Stacy and Nicole.

  Her eyes widened and she hissed. She actually hissed! And for a moment it seemed that her eyes glowed. And there was something about her pupils that didn't seem quite right either, but then the glow was gone and I couldn't make out details in the shadows that played across her face.

  She held out the knife again, only this time she was a holding it as though she meant business, not like she was preparing to remove more of my clothes. Crap. Talk about your all time backfire.

  "Your tricks won't work on me Daughter of Venus," she hissed.

  She took a step forward, the knife still outstretched. I closed my eyes summoned every drop of arousal and horniness I'd felt over the weekend and pushed out with that again. I wrapped that up with the strange fascination, the steadily growing attraction I was feeling for this woman despite how crazy it was.

  I opened my eyes.

  Bingo.

  The woman stumbled back again and this time when she regained her balance she stood there with arms dangling at her sides and her mouth hanging wide open. The knife tumbled to the ground and landed in the grass with
a soft thud, blade down. Part of me very much wanted to take advantage of the situation and get the hell away from this woman. Between her and the red haired girl who'd been stalking me through campus I'd had just about enough of strange women following me around.

  But…

  There was that strange allure about this woman. I couldn't put my finger on it. Perhaps it was how she looked standing there in that purple dress that seemed to shimmer even though there was only dim lighting from a couple of light poles that dotted the park. Perhaps it was the way that she casually approached me with that knife and just ripped off my clothes. There was just something insanely hot about the entire situation. Something that was making me throw all of my reservations and inhibitions to the wind. Something that had me listening to the throbbing brain down below instead of the rational part of my mind that was screaming at me to get out of there.

  What can I say? I was drawn to her against my better judgment.

  I took a step forward, careful to keep that warmth and arousal radiating out towards her. Sure just a quick blast had been enough to get Stacy and Nicole's attention, but I wanted to make absolutely sure there was no room for doubt in this case. Stacy and Nicole hadn't pulled a knife on me.

  I reached out and put a hand on her bare shoulder. My hand was on fire where it made contact with her skin. It was so smooth. So warm.

  For her part the woman and let out a gasp and looked up at me with a look that could only be described as pure lust. Okay, so maybe I was going a little strong with my little love power, but it's not like I had much experience controlling it. One minute she was trying to kill me. The next minute she looked like she wanted to bear my children.

  But hey, I wasn't going to knock it. Running from of the redhead, all that time staring at the hot waitress in the diner, having this woman practically cut my clothes off as she advanced on me. I had a lot of pent-up erotic energy and I was ready to let loose.

  So I didn't think about what I was doing. I didn't think about how crazy I was acting. I didn't think about how dangerous this could be if I lost control of the situation. All I thought about was the overwhelming desire I felt for this woman. I leaned down and brushed my lips against hers.

  Her response was immediate. She moaned and opened her mouth to mine, her tongue moving out and wrapping around my own. And wrapping around was the only way I could think of to describe it. There was something that didn't feel quite natural about the way her tongue explored my mouth, but I was so turned on the by the moment that I didn't think about it. Instead I wrapped my arms around her and just enjoyed the sensation.

  I felt a lightheaded buzz not all that dissimilar from what I felt when the medallion first worked its magic on me. As I tasted this strange woman and breathed deeply, inhaling her scent, the intoxication grew more and more intense. There was something about the smell of her that had me feeling drunk off my ass. My arousal grew more and more intense. I know I was wearing a pair of baggy sweatpants, but at that moment my hard on felt big enough and hard enough to rip even my sweatpants.

  Her hands reached around to cup my ass and it was my turn to moan into her mouth as she massaged in a practiced gesture that showed she knew exactly what she was doing. I don't think anyone had ever touched my ass in quite that way before. There was just something about the way she moved her hands, the way she massaged, that send a chill running through me.

  I melted into her, running my own hands along the silky material of her dress and down to cup her ass.

  One of her legs moved up along the side of my body and I reached down to grab it. Again my hand felt like it was on fire where it made contact with that deliciously smooth skin. Her leg continued up, my hand helping to support her, and as we moved I felt my cock pressing against her pussy that was radiating a warmth unlike anything I'd felt with either Stacy or Nicole. Even though we still definitely had our clothes on I already felt like her pussy was reaching out to wrap around my cock.

  And... That was odd. As I pressed my cock against her, as that warm heat enveloped me and threatened to overtake me, I also felt as though I could feel a cock pressing against me. Pressing against my pussy. That wasn't even there anymore.

  A few days ago that might've bothered me. Now, after all the weird shit that'd happened to me? I decided to just roll with it.

  I had to feel more of that amazing body against me. I had to feel her amazing body under me. Hell, I just had to feel that amazing body. I didn't care how.

  My foot brushed against something and a wicked idea came to me.

  I pushed the woman back, breaking our kiss and causing that beautiful skin to lose contact. She cocked her head at me and raised her eyebrows.

  "Daughter of Venus," she said, gasping. "What are you doing to me?"

  I reached down and picked her knife up from where it landed in the dirt. I held it up and the edge glinted in the low park lighting. I turned and grinned at her.

  "Nothing you weren't going to do to me"," I said.

  Her eyes widened and her mouth worked in silence. Judging from her reaction I got the feeling that given a choice she might have done far worse than what I had in mind. I only intended to use the knife to get rid of that pesky dress. I wondered exactly what it was she had planned for me.

  I reached out and grabbed her arm and made sure she was against the tree in much the same way I'd been just a few minutes before. I brought the knife up and ran to the flat end of the blade along her chest which was rising and falling rapidly.

  "Tell me to stop and I will," I said.

  The woman licked her lips again and looked into my eyes. "What are you doing?"

  "I told you," I said. "We're going to have a little fun."

  Her eyes widened even more as I gently placed the knife inside the top of her dress and cut down, careful to avoid making contact with her skin. I continued moving the knife down until her dress was split down the middle the same as my tank top. The two sides fell open, revealing her body to me for the first time.

  And it damn was it just as amazing as that dress promised. Her breasts stood out and proud, just big enough for a handful and looking amazing. Her waist tapered down in a perfect hourglass figure and she had the most amazing ass still covered by her panties. Her breathing had increased even more as she was exposed to the air, no bra, and she licked her lips as she looked at me warily.

  I tossed the knife to the side and didn't bother to look where it landed. I leaned forward again, placing my hands against the tree, and leaned in until our faces were mere inches from one another.

  "I don't know what your game is," I said. "But you're fucking hot, and I'm really in the mood right now. So against my better judgment, how about it?"

  She licked her lips once more. "I will have you. No matter the terms."

  Something about the way she said that sent a fresh wave of lightheadedness running through my body. Damn. What was it about this woman that was so intoxicating? The feelings were almost as intense as when I was with Nicole, though it felt slightly different. It was hard to explain.

  But now wasn't the time for explanations. Now was the time for doing.

  I leaned down and our mouths met once more. This time we opened our mouths to one another immediately, none of that dancing around. It was obvious to both of us that there was a serious need that we were fulfilling for each other.

  We both moaned as our bodies pressed into each other. Our tits mashed together, our rock hard nipples rubbing against each other, and I pressed my sweatpants encased cock against her panty clad pussy.

  I reached up and tugged at the material of her dress. I felt an urgency, a desire, that hadn't been there since, well, since I was with Stacy a couple of days ago if I'm being perfectly honest. But this was different. More intense. I needed her so much that my hands fumbled as I yanked at the remains of her dress. She obliged by holding her hands out behind her and with a quick tug the dress fell to the ground in tatters. She returned the gesture by reaching out and grasping at my tank
top which fell to the ground next to the dress.

  I figured being pressed against a tree probably wasn't the most comfortable way to make out in the middle of the park, and so I gently pulled on her and a moment later we both lay on the ground next to each other still locked in our kiss. She had moved on top of me and was grinding her pussy against my cock as we continued our exploration of each other.

  My hands ran down to her ass and gave it another squeeze. It felt positively amazing. And every time I squeezed it felt as though that pleasure from her was feeding back into my own body. Like that weird phantom cock sensation only magnified.

  My other hand ran up and down her back luxuriating in the smooth feel of her skin.

  I moved the hand on her ass up and then plunged them into her panties, grasping her ass cheek before I continued my exploration down and around. My hand made contact with her pussy, one of my fingers pressing inside her, and I felt like I might lose that finger from the way her hot wet pussy eagerly grasped at me. Her muscles contracted around my finger and I couldn't help but thrust up at her in anticipation, fantasizing about what it would feel like when it was my cock that amazing pussy was wrapped around and not one of my fingers.

  She moaned again as my finger pressed inside her and I felt another wave of pleasure moving through my body almost as though I was getting a feeling of an amazing finger pressing up inside me even though I didn't even have the right equipment anymore. What the hell?

  It was amazing that she was able to make me feel this way and the only thing she was doing was grinding against my cock. This chick was definitely an expert at the whole fucking thing. It was like I was a familiar instrument and she was a master playing me for the first time. Still getting familiar with the new territory, but amazingly skilled nonetheless.

  This was all entirely too much for me. I had to have this woman. There was just something about her that was igniting a raw and primal lust in me.

  I whirled her around so that I was on top still pressing my cock against her, feeling as though a cock was pressing against me even as I pushed against her. She looked up at me and her mouth opened in a gasp as I reached down and pulled my sweatpants down to my knees. I didn't even take the time to untie them and the pull them off entirely. The need was that great. I also didn't bother with her panties. I had no idea where that knife disappeared too, no matter how hot it would've been to rip her panties off with it, and so I just pulled the thin the silky material of her panties aside and pressed the head of my cock against her pussy.