Earth Goddess' Nectar: The Complete Novella: (Paranormal Fantasy Erotica) (7 page)

Chapter
Ten: Seed and Milk, the Eternal War

Evil floats in this pool,
thought Emma Lake as she stood in the pale silver glow of Eshabaar’s milk parlor.
A group of women stolen off the streets and forcibly immersed in a vat of Mother’s Milk, all memory of their previous lives washed away in the intoxicating liquid. They love it now, but who wouldn’t? Once they taste the milk they have no alternative but to succumb to its teasing caress.

Emma gazed surreptitiously into Andrew Thorne’s eyes beside her, watching as his transfixed pupils glittered with the shifting light of the pool’s reflection. His rich black hair and striking face were almost enough to dispel all of Emma’s lingering doubts, but the occasional moans emanating from the pregnant women who called the secret cavern home undercut her incipient bliss like a foul odor dancing along the edges of an enticing banquet
. Is this truly an acceptable price for desire? Does the promise of long-awaited fulfillment and endless pleasure excuse the sight before you?

Emma squeezed Andrew’s hand while the milk bath was readied for purification. The Sisters were suspended in the air above the iridescent solution like writhing blimps, rivulets of Mother’s Milk dripping off their fleshy skin. The steel tentacles would hold them aloft until the cleansing could be completed, and for once their puffy nipples were not being relentlessly pumped by the terrifying suction caps. Their tits swung pendulously below their hanging bodies, steady streams weeping from their swollen nipples. Emma recognized the auburn-haired woman who had delivered the baby, her stomach already beginning to bud with Eshabaar’s latest surrogate progeny. Her closed eyelids quivered almost imperceptibly in her sensual face, and Emma wondered what the Sisters saw when they entered the silent world of dreams.
Probably Eshabaar and her milk, if they still dream at all.

The disheveled, skinny young scientist called Thaddeus passed beneath them with a tiny scraper, running the curved end across the Sisters’ enlarged bellies. Emma looked at him quizzically as he dragged the steel arc along Olivia’s smooth black stomach. Thaddeus noted the odd stare as he collected the microscopic fragments of skin on tiny glass slides.

“Epithelial samples. The solution has a transformative effect on their D.N.A. I try to collate it, recognize a pattern, but it’s becoming futile.” The Sisters appeared to be undergoing a shared trance, their lips murmuring softly as their breast milk spattered on Thaddeus’s bald head.

“The stronger batches of Mother’s Milk are changing them in radical ways. They seem to be aging far more slowly than regular humans, and the wounds of birth are healed within minutes of breaching. This may sound crazy, but I think they’re evolving.”

Crazy was a relative term these days. Emma glanced at the redhead called Ramona, whose massive breasts were spurting uncontrollably as her huge belly sagged in the cool air.

“Do they remember anything of life before all of this, such as their families, friends, and lovers? Surely they cannot forget their whole histories?” Emma had tasted Mother’s Milk and she knew its unspeakable power, but she still struggled to see how these women would willingly consent to their own imprisonment and constant impregnations.

“They remember glimpses, like the snapshots of childhood that come upon us when our minds wander and we allow our senses to transport us.” They were the first words Andrew had spoken for a few minutes, and his voice sounded slightly tremulous beneath the constant lapping of the milk.

“But the milk washes away all, simplifies the user’s needs and eliminates the necessity of memory. Who needs memories when you’re cocooned in constant warmth and forgiveness, close to the earth mother’s beating heart? Tell me, why do you value remembering so highly, when the forgetting is so sweet?”

Emma released his hand awkwardly and chewed her blonde hair while she raised her hand and softly touched Ramona’s dreaming face.

“There are things I wouldn’t want to forget. My mother, books I’ve read, places I’ve seen.” She turned and stared challengingly at Andrew, her green eyes sharply focused as she laid claim to the narrative of her life.

“Perhaps you prefer them like this because they’re so uncomplicated. Unburdened by grief, love, or loss; they’re blank slates with epic tits and succulent milk to feed on. No messy entanglements or emotional baggage: just pure escapism. I’m telling you now, Andrew Thorne, you can bathe me in milk and pour it into my mouth while you fuck me, but I’m never going to become one of them.”

And you don’t have to. You can be so much more…
Emma still hadn’t got used to Eshabaar’s silky voice slithering around unbidden in her head.

“You know, I kind of wish you would stop doing that. You’re making me feel like a carnival ride, I feel like I should charge you a dollar every time you hop inside my noggin.”

“Do not be distressed, child.” Eshabaar sat motionless by the edge of the milk bath, absentmindedly trailing a finger across the viscous surface. The earth goddess was naked, her alabaster skin speckled with milk from the overhanging Sisters. Trails of her white hair fell in the water as she inspected one of her nipple piercings with milky fingertips, the blue light from her choker illuminating the glorious mounds of her breasts.

“I have read thousands of minds, and there is nothing in yours that is vile or impure. I know you have the right constitution for this place. You may think this whole set up perverse, but recall the greater good. The Children of the Mountain have lives and homes to look forward to; the world has Mother’s Milk.” She squeezed her nipple and a jet of milk splashed on her translucent foot.

“Laguna is the nursery of the gods.”

Emma tore her eyes away from the unnaturally beautiful breasts and thought briefly about the children. They were so gorgeous and innocent, and even now they were playing outside in the afternoon sun, their fingers covered in dandelions and their smiles beaming. If she closed her eyes, she could almost hear the tinkle of their voices beyond the parlor walls.

“And they will never know their true mothers.”

A flash of anger briefly distorted Eshabaar’s face, and Emma caught a fleeting glimpse of the terrible wrath that brewed beneath the earth mother’s flawless skin.

“They will always know their true mother. I live in their blood and the pulse of their hearts. The Sisters are merely vessels for the ancient seed. The milk is mine, and it flows through the children’s veins as surely as Esther Thorne’s spirit lives in Andy. Do not presume to lecture me on motherhood, Ms. Lake. Goddesses can be vengeful, even children know this.”

Emma bit her lip and considered protesting further before Andrew’s hand circled her from behind and settled across her tits.

“Let’s leave these debates alone, Emma. Eshabaar must go back into the mountain after the purification, and we may not see her for a few more months. She must regain her strength and develop more milk from the mountain’s seed. Let us enjoy this final afternoon together.”

Emma’s pussy trembled as Andrew’s strong fingers kneaded her sensitive breasts. His fingertips teased her tender areolae as he licked her earlobe. She was still disturbed by the machinations of the milk parlor and Eshabaar’s dark tone, but she found any vestiges of resistance melting as Andrew fondled her and his cock poked firmly against her ass. He delicately kissed her neck and she groaned, her hand grasping his and forcing it between her greasy thighs.

Thaddeus muttered under his breath and abandoned his skin samples. “Jesus guys, at least give me a warning before you get all X-rated on me. I’m a professional!”

“Then go back to the pod and do your calculations, conscientious objector.” Andrew licked Emma’s lips as his fingertip brushed her clit.

“It’s time for us to get wet.”

Emma responded fiercely to his exploring digits, her hand stroking Andrew’s throbbing dick through his pants.

You are a prisoner to him, and you don’t even care. Desire must never be feared child. Fear of our own selves leads men to the greatest follies and the most heinous depravities. The only thing worth fearing is the desire unpursued, for it may be a desire that can never be reignited.
Eshabaar’s voice was a fading whisper as the tall goddess stood and waded a few steps into the milk bath. Milk was pouring from the Sisters’ breasts as their queen spread her pale legs and unfolded the lips of her cunt with wet fingertips.

“A drop of the squid lord’s seed, a kiss of my holy waste.” She pissed right then, the hot stream of pale blue urine bubbling over her hands and hissing on the milk’s cool surface. Emma’s eyelids fluttered as she watched the eerily gorgeous creature unleash a thundering flood of her sacred urine.

It is a powerful liquid, Ms. Lake, seasoned with the power of the severed cock. It will make my children strong.

Emma briefly wondered whose disembodied prick Eshabaar was referring to when Andrew stopped fingering her, took her wrist, and pointed at the steaming piss flowing from the Earth Mother’s white pubic mound.

“Mother’s Milk is a heady brew, and not all of the ingredients are sweet. But I promise you will like the taste all the same.” She swallowed once and smelt her cum on Andrew’s raised fingers. The milk was calling her and she was powerless to refuse.

Emma walked into the pool as she slid from her loose white dress. Andrew followed closely behind with his rigid manhood leading the way. Above them the Sisters were beginning to shake, their large round bodies shuddering violently as the robotic tentacles tightened their metallic grips.

“Seed and milk, the eternal war, the sacred union before us all.” Their voices were hoarse as their breast milk joined the pool’s percolating surface. Eshabaar’s tits were leaking, the precious milk mixing with the warm fountain of urine flavoring the milk bath. Emma couldn’t say why, but the first thing she did when she neared the gushing queen was to duck her head and take the hot spray directly in her hungry face,

The indigo discharge was almost scalding hot against her skin, and she could taste its pungent saltiness and sharp acid as it splashed against the back of her throat. Eshabaar held Emma’s head in an outstretched arm and aimed an arc of her piss directly in her mouth.

Taste the seed before you drink of me, child. Taste the other half of the eternal equation.
Andrew grabbed her breasts from behind and massaged them as he leaned over and took one of Eshabaar’s pierced nipples between his lips.

Oooh, your lover sure knows how to treat a woman
moaned Eshabaar in Emma’s piss-drenched head.
He suckles like a starving child. He would drink me dry if I did not stop him. Are you also hungry, my exquisite Ms. Lake?

Emma rose from between Eshabaar’s thighs and slathered the goddess’s nipple with her tongue. Eshabaar’s copious lactations were a cool contrast to the proffered seed, and as Emma sucked, she could feel the sweet milk in her mouth mixing with the tangy piss. Her whole body quivered as her palate exploded into a thousand varieties of ecstasy, and she began to desperately grind her ass against Andrew in the hope that he would stick his cock in it.

Mmmm, if you are to be a slave then let it be to this,
thought Emma as she felt Eshabaar’s hard nipple scrape against the roof of her mouth and fill her throat with the divine richness of forbidden milk.

Eshabaar listened to her thoughts and agreed.
We are all slaves, after all. To money, our careers, or significant others, to the roots of our youth. We are slaves to time and the cages of our bodies. Why not become a slave to desire?
Andrew was sucking Eshabaar’s other breast with a possessed rage, his cheeks pumping as he swallowed jet after jet of liquid joy. Emma grabbed him roughly by the hair and kissed him on the mouth, their lips clashing in a wet spray of piss and milk.

She pulled Andrew’s head down to her own tits and smiled as she felt his mouth tighten on her nipples and resume its relentless feeding. Emma took Eshabaar’s tits in her hands and smothered her face with their enveloping wetness, suddenly aware that the Sisters above were awake and watching every lick and fevered kiss with unadulterated lust.

The fact that they were being watched by the ravenous cows added an extra dimension of exhibitionist thrill to the proceedings, and Emma realized that her cunt needed to be filled as soon as possible.

“Fuck me, Andy. Make me cum with your cock while I drink the Mother’s Milk. I want wetness spurting into me from both sides.” The words seemed distant in the fog of milk and moist skin, but Andrew dutifully detached himself from her tit and positioned himself behind her. He grunted as his prick eased past her outer lips and slowly filled her twitching pussy, and Emma forgot all about the Sisters’ greedy gaze.

“Oh, that’s it baby. Hold onto my tits as you do it, push it in all the way.” She blurted the words while milk poured down her face and rushed up her nose, her hands slipping all over the ridiculous bounty of Eshabaar’s chest as Andy fucked her in the earth mother’s hallowed womb. The milk was undeniably delicious, but there was another juice that Emma desired equally as badly. She tensed the muscles of her cunt and tried to draw out the sticky cum, her ass bouncing vigorously up and down on Andrew’s rock-hard member.

“The goddess has searched time and sees the way of things yet unknown. It is in her honor that the seed must be sown.” The Sisters’ chanting rang loudly in Emma’s eardrum as her orgasm neared, the words rolling into each other as the match was lit inside her cunt.
Andy can be your lover for centuries if you choose the milk bath, earth child
intoned the phantom voice, but Emma wasn’t thinking about centuries. She was only concerned with the immediacy of tit in her mouth and prick in her pussy, and the morality and logistics of living in Eshabaar’s womb were faraway concerns. As she came, her face slipped across Eshabaar’s tits and her eye pressed against the dazzling blue stone set into her choker.