A satisfied and tired Clotho lets her head fall back; she can feel Izzy’s proximity, the telepathic connection lazily unraveling.
Meanwhile, Izzy is feeling a deep sense of satisfaction that she had made a woman orgasm—not just a woman but a deity.
Running under that pleasant feeling is desperation. Her sexual needs are unmet, and Izzy pouts and squeezes her legs together.
She looks at Clotho expectantly. But Clotho is off lost in her float.
Lachesis runs a finger down Izzy’s spine, down to her crack, and then across her taint to finally rest her fingers against Izzy’s sex. “My turn,” she whispers in Izzy’s ear.
The way Izzy’s back is arched makes her look like a cat in heat. This isn’t helped with her making strange noises as she tries to get the robust woman to touch her clit.
Latchesis grins. “I think you need to ask nicely,” she mocks and moves to the side. Taking her hand away.
Izzy feels betrayed. She moves to put her vagina back against the woman’s hand.
Latchesis pushes Izzy’s face back into Clotho’s vagina and squares herself up to play with Izzy’s milky white ass again. “I guess,” she smirks.
Izzy tries to pull away from Clotho, but she grabs Izzy’s hair and holds her tight.
Latchesis pulls her hand back, her white battleship of a bra contrasting with her olive skin. “Mmmh, I was enjoying the sounds you make when I spank you.” Latchesis smiles at the thought of seeing how far she can push Izzy before she begs to cum.
Izzy’s stomach muscles tighten to the point they hurt. She sighs in relief when the firm hand slaps her butt cheek. Izzy moans into Clotho’s vagina.
The pregnant woman pets Izzy’s head soothingly with her other hand. Her overly sensitive buzzes with Izzy’s attention. She smiles at her coworker. The gentle yips and squirming from Izzy are simply too much stimulation at the moment.
Lachesis spanks Izzy a few more times. With each slap, Izzy whimpers in delight. Lachesis shifts her legs, making her restless. She takes her unbuttoned blouse off and tosses it on the bed; she unhooks the 5 eyes of her bra. Her full breasts sagging under their own weight.
Lachesis sighs and turns, sitting on the edge of the bed. She stretches, then pats her lap. “If you want more, get over here.”
Clotho refuses at first to let go of Izzy’s hair but finally relents. Izzy wipes her face with the back of her hand and looks at Latchesis with a mix of animal hunger and outrage.
Izzy does as the domineering woman asks.
Lachesis rubs Izzy’s butt teasingly. “Maybe we should be done here?” She grins. “Just leave you all worked up?”
“No,” Izzy says, feeling childish about the entire situation. She looks in the room mirror and sees the naked body of Latchesis; she is tough and strong. Izzy can’t help but think of a Valkyrie. She yelps in surprise when Lachesis spanks her again, her stomach doing flip-flops.
“So tell me, do you want to be punished, or does it just feel good?” Lachesis says with joy. her own belly filled with emotions. “You can always say ‘banana,’ and I will stop.”
Izzy blushes. She has never been with anyone who was into BDSM before—at least she thinks that’s what this is. She lowers her head, her stomach filled with butterflies and lower filled with desire. She shamefully whispers, “I just want you to keep going.”
Lachesis debates whether that counts as begging to cum but decides that it is simply a request for more spanking.
Latchesis gives Izzy what she wants. She spanks the woman till the fate is satisfied. She admires her handiwork in the form of dull red cheeks. She smiles wide as Izzy finally gives her what she wants.
“No more, I need to cum,” Izzy begs. Izzy feels like a doll in the woman’s hands, and the tension between her legs is too much. ‘Jacob is going to get this treatment as soon as we have sex again,’ she smirks. Then she hides her emotion, not wanting Lachesis to see it and think she is being defiant.
She sighs and quells the unnatural panic she is feeling. ‘Pull it together, she is about to…’ Izzy thinks, but her focus is destroyed as a finger enters her opening.
Latchesis pushes one in, and Izzy’s eyes go wide. The finger feels so big and slid in so easily. Izzy desperately wants to touch her clit. But the way she is pressed against the strong woman’s lap means there is no way.
The latchesis starts pumping her finger into Izzy. The one finger is soon followed by 2, then three. “Someone has been adventurous.” She pivots her fingers and pushes on Izzy’s G-spot, gently rubbing it with each thrust. “Not adventurous enough, but it’s a start.”
“Please, I just need to cum,” Izzy begs, each thrust dragging back across the spot that makes her slightly cross-eyed.
“Mmmh, I know you can wait for the third fate for that.” She pulls her fingers out of Izzy and brings them to her mouth. “Delightful”
Izzy grunts, about to devolve into an animal and rub herself into oblivion.
Latchesis lies back on the bed and pulls down her panties, and Izzy is greeted with a hairless but large vagina. The woman’s clit is enormous, at least 2 inches. She lies back on the bed and grins. “But now is my time to cum,” she demands.
Izzy sees an opportunity to cum. ‘To hell with what you want,’ she smirks and climbs on top of Latchesis and positions the woman’s large clit against her own. “Now what?” Izzy asks.
“Now I use you as a grinding toy.” Latchesis says and grabs Izzy’s hips and grinds herself against Izzy.
Izzy is shocked it feels as good as it does. She aches to be filled full of something big. She pictures being filled full of Grup or Cane, and with a moan, she thinks about the tentacle beast. ‘They are not so bad in their own way; they can’t help that they infect you…,’ she moans. ‘Fuck, I just need to cum.’
“You’re almost ready to fulfill the prophecy,” Latchesis grunts, sliding Izzy’s clit against hers. The tip of her large clit hitting Izzy’s vagina and popping inside, then being dragged across her urethra and across the spot between vagina and clit before slamming into Izzy’s clit, pulling the hood back, then going back down, starting the process all over again.
“So close,” Izzy whispers, grabbing Latchesis’s breasts for balance. They are warm and full and pillowy.
“Not yet, but soon. Soon you will cum, and after you will need to prepare.” Latchesis says letting her telepathic guard down, and Izzy mentally falls into Latchesis, the telepathic bond happening in an instant.
Izzye’s clit buzzes with each stroke. Each one an exact length. She looks around the room, and everything she sees has exact lengths. Measured to a number that only grows more precise the closer she lets her mind look, then, like a switch, her mind is flooded with the threads of fate and how long they should be before being cut.
Latchesis grabs one of her tits and pinches, pulling her back to sanity.
“You’re going to need to train to fight your greatest challenge.” Latchesis tells Izzy. Plucking her thread out of the air, it glows with a yellow light, but there is a bulge in it. The thread knotted up as big as her fist. Thousands of other threads are trapped inside the ugly knot with hers.
“This moment will decide your fate.” Latchesis is still moving her hips in rhythm with Izzy.
“I can’t understand what I am seeing,” Izzy says, trying to cover her eyes, but the knotted thread is still visible.
“You will have to overcome a great obstacle; you must train. You must be able to handle bigger and longer.”
“More what?” Izzy demands, her mind on fire with so much conflicting information in her head.
“Bigger cock.” Latchesis thrusts her clit into Izzy hard for emphasis.
Izzy gasps. “I can’t do it!” Izzy grunts, starting to move her hips in opposition to the fate. “I can’t even take Grup…”
“You must.” Latchesis rolls over and sits on top of Izzy, her weight pushing down on her, her clit reaching deeper, and her hips grinding harder. Latchesis grabs Izzy’s shoulders and uses them for leverage.
Izzy moans loudly; the pressure is new, and the big clit is exciting. She longs for something big inside her; the woman’s magnificent clit is just a tease.
As the pair rock and grind together, Izzy feels so close she is struggling to breathe; she is so close. The telepathic link lights up, and Izzy feels Latchesiss’s orgasm hard, hot, and heavy. She shivers, not orgasming but experiencing another woman’s instead. She groans in frustration. Latchesis lies back, holding Izzy like a teddy bear.
“You must, Izzy, you must.” Latchesis says, with a tired look in her eye, “or your thread may end sooner than it should.”
