Metamorphosis - The Power of Words by ReluctantWriter
Chapter 3: Exploration, Discovery, and a Little Redecorating
The feeling of my newly formed genitalia doesn't go unnoticed. It is both exhilarating and terrifying, like nothing I could have ever imagined. The sensations are still unfamiliar to me, and I can feel the warmth spreading through my body as I gaze at myself in the mirror. I can feel my breasts becoming more sensitive and erect, and my nipples harden as my breath quickens.
I feel the blood rushing to my groin as my clitoris swells, throbbing with excitement, as if a part of me is straining to be released. I can feel my body trembling as I slip my hand between my legs and press my finger against the tip of my new clitoris.
It feels wonderful, and I can feel a small droplet of liquid dribble out of me, coating my hand. I can sense it on my fingertip, warm, wet, and slippery.
I experience a sudden pang of lust as I see the glistening, viscous fluid clinging to my fingertip, and as I bring my finger up to my mouth, I can taste it on my tongue, both sets of hypersensitive lips sending pinging sensations through my body as my fingers brush lightly over both simultaneously.
I feel the unfamiliar sensation of my stomach tightening and tensing as my body shudders and my eyes roll back into my head. I feel my body convulse, my hips bucking up and down, my hand grasping my thighs as I thrust into my hips, gasping and moaning as my first orgasm rushes through my body.
My eyes snap open as I catch my breath momentarily.
I look at my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks are flushed, and I can feel my nipples, now stiff and aching, pressed into my hands. I can feel the wetness dribbling down between my legs as I stand before the mirror.
And I smile.
Snapping my fingers dramatically, I'm now holding my first vibrator: long, thick, and very pink. Drawing it down my body between my breasts, around my cute little belly button, and finally, between my thighs, I turn it on and slowly push it into myself as I gasp from the feeling of being penetrated for the first time.
As I move the phallus in and out of my tight slit, a warm wave of pleasure washes over me like a gentle tide. It builds slowly at first but grows into an ocean swell as I feel more and more heated by the friction between the hard plastic head of the toy and my clit. My body responds automatically, reacting to this primal stimulus. It doesn't have the experience to interpret or analyze.
My hips are moving in rhythm to the sensations I feel. My skin feels prickly and alive with excitement. The soft whirring sound of the vibrator is a metronome for my breathing, which becomes ragged from anticipation.
Pleasure spirals outward from my crotch, following invisible pathways throughout my body. My nipples become erect and sensitive; my breasts ache with pleasure, reaching out for someone's touch. The waves of pleasure rush through me like electric zaps, making me shudder with delight as they spread in concentric circles around my core until they reach every part of me, causing me to arch my back and throw my head back.
As I move the vibrator faster and faster, I feel that newly familiar heat spreading through me again, sending shivers up and down my spine as if someone has flipped on an electric blanket inside me and set it to maximum heat. Soon I can no longer form coherent sentences, only screaming "FECK!" over and over between breaths as my body convulses in orgasm once more.
"Wow. So I guess that works!", I say aloud, and then break up into a fit of giggles, beginning to come down from the orgasmic high, as I sit up and look at myself in the mirror.
My face is flushed, and I'm still panting as I lean forward, resting my head on my knees.
My body is still humming from where my wand was, nipples raw, but tingly at the same time. My ass feels like it's twitching, as if I couldn't stop moving it even if I wanted to.
My breasts feel heavy with a dull, achy feeling, and my nipples are still erect and tingling. My face and ears feel like they're on fire. My hair is tangled and sticky, and my clit feels swollen.
I feel satisfied and content, as if I had been filled up with something spiritual. I smile to myself in the mirror and marvel at my newfound sensations.
After a few moments of reflection, I wrap myself in a fluffy towel; the fabric soothing my hypersensitized skin, and head back to my bedroom, only to admire myself in the mirror again. As I turn around to take another look at my body, I'm filled with a sense of astonishment at what it can accomplish when stimulated properly. My skin is flushed with excitement, and I can't help but beam with pride at how amazingly sensitive my body can be when aroused and, still gazing in the mirror, I see a drop-dead gorgeous woman who has just experienced pleasure beyond her wildest imagination. My eyes shine brightly as I realize that this kind of pleasure is now mine for the taking.
Returning to the bathroom reeking of sex, I slip out of the towel into a hot bath, soothing my skin and allowing my body to relax.
The hot water envelops me, and the gentle heat washes over me like a comforting embrace. The sensation is peaceful and calming, allowing all my muscles to melt gently into relaxation as I sink deeper into the warmth of the bathtub. I close my eyes, letting all thoughts drift away in favor of just feeling this wonderful moment that I've created for myself.
The heat softens my skin, and every muscle feels loose, as if they were putty on a summer sidewalk. The warmth is soothing against every sore spot on my body, providing relief from any lingering sensations of pleasure or pain.
I take a deep breath and hold it for a few moments, then snap my fingers loudly in the air. I feel a rush of power as my body is instantly dry; the bathroom sparkling clean, and my glorious red mane is hanging perfectly down my back, not a single curl out of place. All fatigue has been drained away with the water and I am left feeling energized and ready to take on the next steps.
Of course, I could just wave my hand, and my makeup and outfit would be perfect, but I'm not just looking at a transformation--I'm looking at a "me" I never thought could exist before. This is the person I should have been all along. A beautiful woman capable of doing anything she wants with her life; something that simply wasn't possible before.
"Ok, the first things I'll need are clothing and makeup, and I need to know how to make the most use of those."
As I narrow my focus, a kaleidoscope of colors and textures fills my mind. I can sense the sheen of silk, the plushness of velvet, the grainy texture, and the warm, comforting smell of fine leather. The beauty of fashion combined with the artistry of makeup captivates me.
I feel the weightlessness of foundations, the velvety smoothness of powders, and the soft caress of lipsticks upon my lips. These skills are now suddenly innate to me, these interests stirring deep within me as if I were unlocking some secret knowledge. My senses feel heightened and my intuition sharpens as I embrace this new world, a feeling of boundless creativity pulsing through me.
With a graceful gesture towards the bedroom, I create a vanity before my eyes, weaving it into existence with my divine power. This exquisite piece of furniture emerges like a cornucopia, overflowing with every imaginable cosmetic product. The vanity boasts an enchanting array of makeup, from foundations and concealers to eyeshadows and lipsticks, encompassing every shade and finish I could ever wish for.
An extensive collection of brushes, sponges, and applicators is at my disposal, as diverse and complete as an artist's studio, giving me the ability to create any look my heart desires effortlessly.
"Closet next", and for this, I have a special plan:
I walk into the closet, anticipation coursing through me, and. As I lay my hand on the wall, the power flows through my fingertips, and the wall opens like a gateway, unveiling a pocket dimension beyond. This hidden realm, as vast and awe-inspiring as a newly constructed shopping mall, brims with every conceivable item of clothing I could ever envision.
Stepping into this boundless space, I marvel at the endless racks of garments that surround me, a kaleidoscope of colors, textures, and styles that seem to stretch into infinity. Casual wear, including perfectly tailored jeans, an array of cozy sweaters, and a multitude of comfortable yet stylish shoes, beckoned to me from one corner.
Further along, I encounter luxurious gowns in a symphony of silks, satins, and velvets, each one adorned with intricate beading and embroidery that would make even the most seasoned couturier envious. Suits and blazers, expertly crafted and ranging from classic to The Avant-Garde, stand ready to be donned for more formal occasions.
I notice a section dedicated to activewear, featuring high-performance leggings, sports bras, and athletic shoes designed for every type of exercise and sport, while another area boasts an impressive collection of swimwear and beach attire, from elegant one-pieces to vibrant bikinis.
As I continue to explore, I discover an array of accessories, including belts, scarves, and handbags, each one a masterpiece in its own right, as well as a breathtaking assortment of jewelry, from delicate gold chains to statement-making gemstone pieces.
This infinite wardrobe now caters to my every whim and desire.
"Let's get ready, but first, I think I'm a little edgier than this; I'm more the `rebellious vengeful goddess' type, I think. Let's do some decorating..."
No sooner have I declared my desire to decorate my body than I notice a small sparkle catch my eye. My tongue instinctively flicks out to investigate and I feel the cool metal of a small stud at the center of my tongue. I trace the edge of the stud with my teeth, enjoying the novel sensation in my mouth. It feels almost like a secret, a hidden adornment that only I know about. I experimentally flick my tongue back and forth, feeling the stud brush against my teeth and the roof of my mouth. It's a small addition, but it adds a touch of rebelliousness and playfulness to my new feminine image. More piercings appear as if they had already been there. Two small black rings in the corners of my lower lips, which also seem to have become even fuller, accentuating my new piercings and making my pout even more seductive. My teeth are straight and white, with a slight gap between my two front teeth that only adds to my unique and captivating look. Running my tongue over my piercings, I feel the cool metal against my flesh, and it makes me smile with excitement. A black ring appears through my left nostril, and a small diamond stud materializes a little higher on the right. With my now fuller lips, a small medusa piercing appears centered above my upper lip, a large black stud.
What can I say - I'm getting pretty into it by this point: "I have a scaffold piercing in each ear. I have lobe, helix, snug, conch, daith, rook, tragus, and anti-tragus piercings."
As I utter the words, taking advantage of my new fashion knowledge, the piercings in my ears begin to change and multiply. My lobes are adorned with multiple hoops and studs. Gold hoops in a sequence decorate the helix of each ear, and a complex diamond cluster adorns the tragus. The snug piercing is now a tiny green hoop, nestled snugly against the curve of my ear. The conch piercings have small opal studs shimmering in the light. My daith piercings are adorned with small green and gold Irish knot charms, while my rook piercings have delicate gold bars.
As I gaze at my ears in the mirror, I notice two new piercings, one on each ear, a scaffold piercing that runs across the top of my ear, connected by a delicate chain. The piercings are adorned with small emeralds that glimmer in the light.
With a smile, I run my fingers through my curly auburn hair, enjoying the sensation of the soft locks cascading down my back. The vibrant red hue of my hair complements the pale translucence of my skin, adding to my stunning appearance.
I raise my arms as I feel a subtle tingling sensation, like the caress of ancient spirits awakening beneath my skin. My freckles, those charming constellations adorning my porcelain complexion, seem to shimmer in anticipation of the transformation that is about to unfold.
The metamorphosis begins at my wrists, where the first delicate tendrils of ink emerge, their deep ebony hue weaving a stark contrast against the milky canvas of my skin. With the grace of a master bard, the ink traces itself into intricate patterns, forming the outlines of flowering vines and leaves, their beauty steeped in the rich, time-honored tradition of Celtic knotwork.
As the tattoos continue their ascent, the vines become more elaborate and sophisticated, their sinuous forms intertwining and overlapping in a mesmerizing dance reminiscent of ancient Celtic legends. The edgy, complex patterns carry whispers of the sacred groves and hallowed stones of a distant past, a living tapestry of ink and skin that tells a story both powerful and enigmatic.
The leaves unfurl like the wings of mythical creatures, their edges gracefully serrated, as if the hands of ancient artisans had meticulously shaped them. Amidst the foliage, delicate blossoms bloom, their petals ethereal and fragile, evoking the enchanting allure of the fae. The union of botanical beauty with the geometric precision of the Celtic knots creates a striking juxtaposition, a testimony to the harmonious balance between nature and art.
With each heartbeat, the tattoos continue their journey up my arms; the vines spiraling towards my shoulders like the tendrils of the revered Tree of Life, their intricate patterns accentuating the flawless curves of my divine form. As the transformation reaches its crescendo, the last inky wisps encircle my shoulders, culminating in an exquisite finale that leaves both of my arms adorned with an indelible mark of beauty and power. Gazing down next at my left ankle, I see another tattoo emerging, the strands of ink melding seamlessly with my skin, weaving itself into a distinctive pattern that marries the ruggedness of barbed wire with the timeless elegance of Celtic knotwork. The result is a design that defies convention, a powerful symbol of rebellious strength and resilience.
The barbed wire, with its sharp twists and turns, evokes the unwavering spirit of a warrior, while the Celtic knotwork interlaces each barb, creating a seamless fusion of the two elements, the intricate pattern wrapping around my ankle in a continuous, unbroken loop.
I ease into the comfortable plush chair, its inviting embrace cradling me as I sit before the vanity mirror adorned with ornate gold detailing. The mirror, a testament to craftsmanship, reflects my sublime visage, waiting to be embellished by my skilled hand. Carefully, I reach out and grab the warm, brass eyeshadow palette from the delicate marble countertop, its array of hues offering endless possibilities for my gaze.
After selecting a shade that glitters like the sun's golden rays dancing across the water's surface, I dip my brush in the fine powder. Gently tapping away the excess, I ensure only a thin, even layer remains on the bristles. I begin to apply it to my eyelids in smooth, deliberate strokes, the rich pigment embracing my skin. Gradually, I blend two shades, the harmonious marriage of colors creating an ethereal effect that echoes the celestial skies.
Next, I pick up a deep green eyeliner pencil, its hue reminiscent of the enigmatic heart of a lush forest. Running it along my lower lash line, I carefully place each stroke with the precision of a master painter working on their magnum opus. The metallic sheen of the liner accentuates the emerald depths of my eyes, lending them a mesmerizing, mysterious edge.
To complete the look, I select a mascara wand and, with a steady hand, flick it through my long, feathery lashes. As I meticulously coat each lash, they curl upwards, taking on the elegant arc of a majestic wave cresting at the pinnacle of its power.
Finally, I choose a glossy cabernet lipstick, its sumptuous shade perfectly complementing my olive skin tone. I begin by outlining my cupid's bow with unwavering precision, then proceed to fill in my lips with the luxuriant hue. The glossy finish captures the light, sparkling like a glass of exquisite red wine, bestowing upon me with an irresistibly seductive look.
Despite the temptation to create a flawless canvas, I decided to leave my freckles untouched, allowing their constellation-like pattern to adorn my complexion, each tiny speck adding charm and character.
For my long, talon-like, stiletto nails, and matching dainty toenails: a deep cabernet shade of polish perfectly complimenting that of my lips, sensuously slips over each, carpeting them in bold, luxurious color. Swiftly, the pigment dries to perfection, forming an exquisite match with my smoldering lipstick.
I select a glittering top coat, its ethereal beauty radiating from the brush. As I deftly manipulate the brush over my nails, the glimmering iridescence casts an entrancing spell over them. The sparks of light that dance across their surface rival the magical beauty of a butterfly's wings or the fleeting hues of a soap bubble. With this final touch, an otherworldly aura cloaks my nails, intensifying their allure beyond compare.
I reach for a perfume that captures the essence of the ocean's spray, its scent transporting me to the serene embrace of a rocky shoreline along the Irish coast. As I spritz the perfume, the delicate mist envelops me, leaving a tantalizing trail of salty aquatic notes in my wake.
Turning my attention to my designer leather clutch, I begin to gather the items I'll require for the evening. First, I place my smartphone inside, then I slip in a compact mirror and my deep glossy cabernet lipstick for any necessary touch-ups throughout the night. A slim, elegant wallet containing my new identification, payment cards, and some cash finds its place in the clutch as well, followed by a set of intricately designed gold hairpins, a practical yet beautiful accessory to tame my fiery red mane if needed.
With my clutch fully stocked, I make my way toward the front door. As I prepare to leave, I grab the keys to my well-loved, but slightly battered, old Prius.
Standing beside my poor old Prius, I know this simply won't do.
"A chariot more appropriate for my status, I think, something that is a better fit for me", I declare, as I close my eyes and envision the sleek, powerful machine I desire. I breathe in deeply, the cool night air tickling my senses, as the full moon casts a silvery glow over the world around me. I reach out to the fabric of reality, allowing my thoughts to seep into its very essence as I begin to guide the transformation.
The metamorphosis starts slowly, as if the car were a timid caterpillar embarking on its journey to becoming a magnificent butterfly. The white paint begins to ripple, shivering like the surface of a disturbed pond, gradually shifting into a sumptuous matte green. The color spreads across the vehicle, a verdant tide of change, consuming the old and giving birth to the new.
As the transformation continues, the once-compact frame of the Prius begins to stretch and elongate, the metal groaning in protest like the strings of an instrument being finely tuned. The hood of the car extends forward, a sleek, predatory snout emerging from the remnants of its former self. The once-rounded edges sharpen, the car's body becoming a series of sleek lines and assertive angles, mimicking the contours of a predator poised to strike.
The wheels, once modest and unassuming, now bulge with newfound power, the tires swelling like biceps flexing in anticipation of the chase. The rims shimmer as they morph, becoming a set of intricate designs that resemble the hypnotic patterns of a spider's web.
The transformation reaches the car's interior, the once-practical and mundane design giving way to a luxurious and sophisticated cockpit. The seats, now swathed in supple leather, embrace me like a lover's arms, providing comfort and support in equal measure. The dashboard, once a simple display, now hosts an array of dials, buttons, and screens, an intricate dance of technology that promises speed, power, and control.
As the metamorphosis reaches its crescendo, the once-humble Prius has vanished, replaced by the breathtaking visage of a deep matte green Porsche 911 Turbo S. The full moon cast a shimmering silver halo upon the car, as if the celestial body itself were offering its blessing.
Standing beside my newly minted 911, I pause for a moment to admire its sleek form. With a flourish of my hand, I draw a long cabernet talon gently down its length, tracing the car's curves like a lover's touch. The car seems to shiver beneath my finger, acknowledging the intimate connection between us.
I grasp the handle, feeling the cool metal yield beneath my touch, and swing the door open with a soft, satisfying click. The interior beckons me, inviting me to settle into the embrace of its plush leather seats. I take a step back, allowing myself a moment to prepare for the dance that is about to begin.
With the grace of a dancer, I execute a maneuver that has been perfected through experiences I have never had. I turn my body gracefully, positioning myself so that my backside faces the open door. With the elegance of a seasoned ballerina, I bend my knees slightly and begin to lower myself onto the seat, my hand smoothing the dress over my hips and thighs as I descend.
The plush leather seat welcomes me, and I feel its embrace encircle my curves. I lift both legs together, a unified display of grace and strength. My stiletto heels carve a delicate path through the air as I glide my legs into the car, my ankles maintaining a close, intimate dance.
Rotating my body towards the steering wheel, I feel the dress whisper against my skin, just another reminder of the poised and powerful woman I've become.
My fingers brush over the steering wheel, a gentle caress that ignites the connection between us. As the engine roars to life, it sings a primal hymn of speed and freedom, a symphony that courses through my veins. With building anticipation, I reach for the button that controls the convertible top. As I press it, the car hums softly in response, a mechanical melody that signals the beginning of a new act in tonight's performance.
The convertible top stirs to life, unfolding like the delicate petals of a blooming flower, revealing the night sky above. As the top recedes, the moonlight spills into the car, casting a silvery glow over the leather seats and intricate dashboard, as if the celestial body itself has come to bless our journey.
I feel a gentle breeze caress my fiery red curls as they dance around my shoulders, eager to embrace the freedom offered by the open sky. The cool night air grazes my skin, a soothing contrast to the warmth of the Porsche's interior, reminding me of the intimate connection between the car and the world outside.
With the top fully lowered, I am exposed to the vast expanse of the night, a canvas of infinite possibility. The stars above twinkle and shimmer, a celestial waltz that seems to mirror the anticipation building within me. I am the captain at the helm of a vessel that promises adventure. The world laid out before me like an open road, inviting me to explore its mysteries.
As I grip the steering wheel, I feel a thrill of excitement course through my veins. My stiletto heels poised above the pedals. I am ready to conquer the night. My Porsche and I are a symphony of power and grace beneath the watchful eye of the moon.
With a gentle press of my foot on the accelerator, the Porsche purrs to life, eager to explore the world beyond. The wind rushes past me, a wild and untamed force that carries with it the promise of adventure.
I navigate the winding roads with ease; the car responding effortlessly to my every command. The moon above seems to guide me, a beacon that illuminates my path forward.
As I glide through the night, like a predator on the prowl, I feel a sense of liberation wash over me, a feeling of power and freedom that I've never experienced before. The world around me is alive, pulsating with the energy of the night.
As I race through the darkness, my thoughts turn to the possibilities that lay ahead, the thrill of the unknown beckoning me forward. I am unstoppable, a woman who has claimed her power and is now ready to conquer the world.
With a smile on my lips, I press down on the accelerator; the Porsche responding with a roar of approval. The city lights grow closer, beckoning me like a siren's call.
I feel alive, vibrant, and powerful. Nothing can stop me. The world is mine to conquer, and I am just getting started.
As I navigate the city streets, I feel the stares of those around me, their eyes drawn to the sleek, powerful machine that devours the road beneath me, the city stretching out before me like an endless promise.
As I glide the car to a stop in front of the valet stand, the attendant's eyes widen in a mixture of awe and admiration. He hurries over to my side, the excitement in his gait betraying his usually composed demeanor.
"Good evening, ma'am," he stammers, his voice tinged with reverence as he takes in the sight of the matte green Porsche 911 Turbo-S and the fiery goddess within.
"Good evening," I reply with a sultry smile, my glittering green eyes meeting his gaze for a fleeting moment before I begin the intricate dance of exiting the car.
Turning my body so that my backside faces the open door, I plant both stiletto heels firmly on the ground, my legs forming a unified symbol of poise and strength. With a graceful motion, I lift my hips and rise from the seat, allowing the dark green leather dress to slide smoothly over my thighs as I stand.
The valet, now at my side, extends a hand to help me out of the low-slung sports car. With practiced elegance, I accept his offer, my delicate fingers resting atop his outstretched palm. I feel a spark of energy pass between us, a fleeting connection born of the magic and mystery of the night.
I pull up to the nightclub, and as I gracefully step out of the car, the valet's eyes widen further, drinking in the sight of my extreme hourglass figure, the tattoos and piercings that adorn my skin, and the cascade of fiery red curls that tumble down my back. He seems momentarily lost in the vision before him, a celestial apparition that has graced his humble valet stand.
"Thank you," I murmur, my voice a siren's song that pulls him from his reverie.
"You're welcome, ma'am," he manages to reply, a hint of breathlessness betraying the impact of my presence.
As I hand him the keys, the valet's fingers brush against mine, a fleeting touch that sends a shiver down his spine. He gazes at the Porsche one last time, a testament to the beauty and power that has just arrived at his doorstep.
"Please take good care of her," I say, the warmth in my voice conveying the depth of my connection to the car.
"Of course, ma'am," he responds, his tone infused with newfound resolve. "I'll treat her with the utmost care and respect."
With a nod, I turn and glide toward the entrance of the nightclub, my stiletto heels clicking rhythmically against the pavement, the soundtrack to a night of enchantment and intrigue. Behind me, the valet watches, his eyes following my every movement, captivated by the alluring figure that has graced his world for a fleeting moment.
As I stride toward the entrance of the nightclub, I sense the valet's lingering gaze, the weight of his admiration a tangible presence in the night air. A mischievous smile tugs at the corners of my lips, and I decide to bestow upon him a parting gift to remember.
Pausing mid-stride, I pivot gracefully on my stiletto heels, my fiery red curls swirling around me like a tempest of flame. My glittering green eyes lock onto his, and for a moment, time seems to stand still. The world around us fades into the background, the pulsating music and chatter of the club-goers swallowed by the depths of our connection.
With a sultry smirk, I raise my hand to my lips, my cabernet-colored talon poised like a painter's brush against the canvas of my skin. As I press a tender kiss to the tip of my finger, I infuse it with the essence of my power, the magic of a goddess distilled into a single, intoxicating gesture.
With a wink that speaks of secrets shared and promises whispered, I gently blow the kiss toward the valet. It glides through the air, a gossamer phantom wreathed in moonlight, a spectral caress that bridges the distance between us.
As the ethereal kiss alights upon the valet's cheek, he feels a shiver run down his spine, an electric thrill that ignites a fire within his soul. His heart beats faster, and a surge of emotion wells up within him - desire, admiration, awe. He catches his breath as if to savor the moment forever, before turning away with one final glance in my direction.
I execute one last graceful turn and resume my journey toward the entrance of the nightclub. My hips sway in time with each step, a seductive dance that captivates all who witness it. I feel a strange power coursing through me - something ancient and primal - and I revel in the sensation of being alive in this moment.
As I approach the door, I see a long line of patrons waiting to be granted entry. But as I draw nearer, they seem to part before me like a sea of reverent onlookers, bowing their heads in homage and admiration. They recognize my power, my grace - the gifts of a goddess that will never be denied.
The bouncer standing at the entrance acknowledges my presence with a respectful bow and opens the door for me. His gaze lingers for just a moment as I pass by him, awestruck by my dazzling beauty and charisma. He is but one more who has been swept away in my wake, another keeper of the flame that burns so brightly within me.
And so it is that I enter the nightclub, this dark and glittering den of music and mystery. The pulsating beat carries me forward, beckoning me deeper into its depths until I am completely engulfed in its embrace. This place between worlds is where I will spend this evening, and I am eager to see what awaits me.
As I make my way through the crowd, my senses come alive with a thousand different sensations. The air is thick with the aroma of heady perfumes and intoxicating colognes, while the sour notes of alcohol can be tasted on my tongue. Everywhere I turn, there are flashing lights and pulsating music, a dizzying array of sights and sounds that promise an evening of unrestrained pleasure.
Finally, after weaving my way through the throng of revelers, I reach the bar at the center of it all. The bartender looks up from his work as I approach, recognizing me immediately as something special - a creature of myth made flesh. With a respectful nod, he passes me a glass of scotch, neat, just what I wanted, without being prompted - recognition for who I truly am beneath this human guise - and I offer him a generous tip in return.
His eyes widen slightly in surprise at this unexpected show of generosity before he bows his head in gratitude, a gesture I return with a gentle smile.
Sipping my drink, I survey the dance floor that lies just beyond. Bodies are moving in time with the music, some in pairs and others as part of a larger group. I can feel the energy radiating from them - an infectious enthusiasm that beckons me forward. Without hesitation, I move to the dance floor and begin to move sensually to the music, waiting for someone brave enough to join me. Man, woman, I'm entirely open to any possibility on this night. I close my eyes and surrender myself completely to the moment, imagining what wonderful surprises this night may bring.
As I twirl and sway in time with the rhythm, I gradually become aware of another presence - someone watching me from across the room. Our eyes meet and our souls seem to merge in that moment, as if we have known each other for a thousand lifetimes. I feel an electric spark ignite between us and continue to dance, focusing all my energy on this mysterious stranger.
Suddenly, it is as if time has stopped. All around me fades into the background, leaving only me and this figure standing at the edge of the dance floor - silent, entranced by what he sees before him. Taking a deep breath, he finally takes a step forward and comes closer until we are within touching distance, mere inches away from one another. Without a word spoken between us, he reaches out his hand and takes mine in his own - an invitation to join him beyond the boundaries of this mortal world.
My heart soars at this sudden display of courage as I accept and I stand on my tiptoes to meet him as he leans down, way down, and our lips meet in a passionate embrace. My tongue stud playfully exploring his mouth, our tongues meeting in an intricate dance, as he forces my head back as he pulls me tightly against him and forces my head back. I can feel his body heat radiating through mine as he envelops me in his arms, the intensity of our passion so strong that it could level mountains. The effect on my senses is overwhelming, and I can feel myself being swept away into a place of pure ecstasy and joy. We cling to each other in a desperate, frenzied embrace. Every movement intensifies the passion between us until we can no longer contain it. We spin and grind against each other as if willing our souls to fuse into one. Flashes of our bodies, smooth and taut, as we pull each other close, sweat glistening in the hypnotic strobing lights and pumping bass, both of us needy, greedy, and desperate to be consumed by the other. Our breathing becomes labored, every second dragging on like an eternity until finally, reluctantly, we part - still clinging to one another, with cheeks flushed and hearts pounding. He leans in close, his warm breath tickling my ear, and whispers: "Alex". "Niamh", I reply, sitting back as my nails trace across his hard chest, his large hand nearly encircling my tiny waist. His eyes widen slightly and then narrow with lust. My fingers trail down his toned stomach to the button of his pants. He holds my hand still for a moment, and then leans in close, whispering in my ear: "Tell me what you want."
"I want to get out of here. Now. With you.", I growl. He drags me towards the door, but I have no time for that. I tug his mouth towards mine, demanding our lips to meet. In that instant, I snap open a portal at our feet and we're swept away to an exquisite beach at sunset. Its azure waters sparkle like glittering diamonds, while the orange sky bleeds into pink as nightfall approaches. We're alone in this secluded paradise. I don't know where we are; I don't even know when. I only know this is where I want him to take me. His shock at being whisked through time and space is nearly a mood killer, but I'm not about to let that happen. As I kick off my stilettos and grind my hips against him again, my head barely rising to his chest level. I reach out again for the button on his jeans, my hands trembling, but this time he stops me. His lips curl into a smirk as he reaches for the zipper on my dark green leather dress and drags it down. I moan in anticipation as my body is revealed, layer by layer, until I'm standing in nothing but my lingerie.
He steps back and surveys me from head to toe, a look of pure desire in his eyes. He takes a deep breath and pulls me close, pressing his body against mine. He grabs my hips and lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me towards the shoreline. We collapse into the sand, and I can feel his hardness stabbing me in the belly as his hands roam over my breasts. He takes one of my distended nipples into his mouth, his tongue circling it softly as his hands wander down to my inner thighs. I push him back and pull him up, standing, only to kneel, licking around his cock, toying his glans with my tongue stud, before taking him in one firm motion cleanly down my throat. My lips close tight around him as I swirl my tongue around the tip, my hand massaging the base of his shaft. His moans of pleasure become louder as I increase my intensity, grabbing his buttocks to pull him in deeper. I can feel his body trembling as I bring him closer and closer to the edge, and finally, as his body begins to tense and quiver, I let him release into my mouth, tasting a man's cum for the first time, his essence flooding my senses and sending electric shivers through my body, the smell of his musky cologne filling my nostrils, mixing with the salty sea air. His body radiates warmth. I watch the man's face, which is contorted in a mixture of relief and ecstasy. My lips are locked around his cock, sucking him hard, and my hand is holding his balls, tightening its grip as he nears orgasm.
Alex's cock throbs in my mouth as he releases, spilling his seed into my throat once more. I swallow as much as I can, but it spills from my lips around his shaft and down his balls, dripping onto the sand.
My lover's body is taut, his abdominal muscles highlighted as he grips my head and pulls me closer, thrusting his hips harder and faster into my willing mouth.
His face contorted in pleasure, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, moaning loudly.
His face, a twisted mask of pleasure, is framed by his hair, standing on end. His body is a sculpted work of art, smooth and defined, the muscles of his chest and arms and legs chiseled, hard. His cock is a perfect specimen: thick, long, and hard, poking straight from his body, but beginning now to soften.
"Oh, no you don't!", I scold and run one of my talons gently from base to tip, the other hand still clutching his ball sack. Alex gasps as he feels my power rushing into him, restoring his vigor far beyond anything it has ever been.
"If you don't put that thing in me in the next ten seconds, I'm going to take it away and give it to someone who will!", I demand, grinning wickedly to take some of the threatening tones out (although, at this point, I'm certain I'd do just that).
An animalistic sound escapes from his lips, and he pushes me onto my hands and knees, then thrusts forward, his hands wrapped in my long fiery mane for leverage, his cock slamming into my pussy from behind, filling me to the brim with his hot, hard, incredibly thick hard-on.
My pussy contracts around his cock, and my mouth opens as I gasp for air, his shaft filling me and pressing against the walls of my pussy. He grabs my hips and pulls me roughly towards him, fucking me hard and raw, his cock plunging in and out of me, over and over, his balls slapping against my clit, his pubic bone grinding into my pussy lips. My power flows over us, holding us together, and intensifying our pleasure as he rips into me. I can feel his cock rubbing against my g-spot and feel a wave approaching. I scream his name as my orgasm washes over me, my pussy spasming around his thick shaft and sending him over the edge.
Alex's cock throbs inside me as he comes, his seed filling my pussy and dripping onto the sand. He thrusts a few more times, and then collapses on the sand beside me, his body heaving. "No way you're done, silly!", I snark, snapping my fingers, and he instantly hardens still more, ready to go another round. Alex groans as his cock twitches with anticipation, and he moves again, thrusting into me harder and faster than before, his strong hands gripping my hips tightly. His thrusts become more intense, and I can feel my power building inside me, intensifying our pleasure, until Alex finally comes again, this time pushing me over the edge with him.
We lay there, panting, and I can feel the sand between my toes and the warmth of Alex's body against mine. Our breathing slowly returns to normal, and Alex pulls me close so that we entwine our bodies, my head on his chest, and I can feel the beating of his heart against my ear. I reach up, licking his ear, blowing gently, and say softly: "one more time, Loverboy. This time, I want you in my ass."
"No one has ever been as hard and virile as you", I exclaim the power to change reality, making it true. "You're going to pump my ass full tonight, and you won't stop until you finish the job". Reality shifts as I again kneel, my perfect ass held high in the air, inviting.
Alex grins at me and slowly slides his cock between the cheeks of my ass, his hands coming around to cup my breasts as he pushes slowly in. His grip tightens and I cry out as he slides all the way in, my tight hole stretched to the limits. He begins to move, slowly at first, and then faster, his hips grinding against me in a primal rhythm. His breath is hot on my neck and I can feel my arousal building as he moves faster and faster. His body is tense, and he is grunting with each thrust, until finally, he reaches his climax, his cum spilling out of me, his body shuddering with pleasure. "AGAIN!", I demand.
Alex grins and pulls out of me, before pushing back in, this time faster and harder, his thrusts more urgent. I can hear the wet squishing sound of Alex's cock filling me. The sound of our bodies slapping together as he quickly fucks me. His tongue is hot on my neck, his lips warm, his breath sweet and heavy on my back. Alex's teeth are bared in a wolfish grin, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. His muscles tense, his back rippling, as he raises his head to the sky and howls in pleasure.
He is leaning over me, his perfect chest hulking over my back, his powerful arms holding my hips, thrusting into me, his hands reaching up to engulf my breasts. His blue eyes sparkle with life and energy, his teeth are white and pearly, and his matted blond hair clings to his forehead.
Alex's chiseled frame shines with sweat. His muscles ripple, his biceps and forearms flexing as he drives his cock into me over and over again. His face is contorted into a grimace, his teeth clenched; his eyes are shut tightly, focused and intense, as his body works to pleasure us both. I can feel his cock pulsing inside me and I am overcome with pleasure, his hips crashing against mine as he comes again, and again, I can take no more and I scream out in orgasm, my body trembling as wave after wave of seemingly endless pleasure washes over me, and finally I'm coming for what seems an eternity.
I roll over and push myself up shakily. I'm sore and weak, and I've just had the absolute shit fucked out of me. I wrap my arms around Alex, inhaling the scent of his sweat and musk. I can feel his heart racing against mine, his chest rising and falling quickly with heavy breaths. I can feel myself between us, wrapping around him like a second skin. The heat of our bodies pressing together and melting into one another.
I can smell myself too; my arousal, my lust, my desire, my musky womanly scent mixing with Alex's own animalistic scent. His sweat lingers on me, like a reminder of how alive we both were just moments ago.
I trace my fingertips along Alex's back as he slowly pulls away from me and looks into my eyes. His face still contorted in passion, but now I can also see the tenderness in his eyes; the adoration he has for me burning in them like fireflies in the night sky.
He smiles at me sweetly as we lay there together in post-coital bliss. We stay like that for what seems like hours before finally getting up to clean off in the surf and then dress again. As I look at Alex standing there naked before me, all muscular beauty and raw sensuality, I know this was a one-night stand, but feckin'ell was it glorious!
"Thank you, love, but this was only a very, very good dream," I say to him in his mind. "A very wet, sexy dream of a goddess you never met." Standing on my tiptoes, holding my stilettoes in my left hand, I kiss the tip of my right index finger and press it to his forehead. The muscles in his face relax and in a blink, he is gone. Sleeping soundly in his bed, just having finished the most vivid dream of his life.
I walk along that deserted beach, contemplating my rash, entirely involuntary, decisions. You know, maybe I should have a dialogue with someone at some point? But, on the other hand? Feck it. If a goddess can't decide to have her brains fucked out on a fantasy beach once in a while, what the hell good is power?!
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