Nymphs
Synopsis: A Godess come to life to seduce the living.
Upstate New York
Lucinda and her daughters Angie and Claire move into a new house. A very old house.
“I bags this room” Angie called as she found herself in a room overlooking the river.
“That’s not fair” Claire cried, because the room was probably the best one there.
Claire picked up her bag and waddled down the hall trying hard to carry it.
The next bedroom was a the end of the hall.
Claire noticed the small figurines on the mantle piece above the fire-place, but she had a heavy bag in her hands and that too her attention back away as she walked across the bedroom to the large four-poster bed.
“Oooof” she gasped as she swung the bag and got it onto her soft bed.
“Do you need a hand?” Angie asked sarcastically from the doorway as she had watched her younger sister struggle with the bag.
“Not now” Claire said as she unzipped the bag.
“Say, what are these?” Angie said now seeing the figurines
“Dunno” Claire said “They were there already I suppose”
“They’re kind of weird looking…”
There were three figurines, each about 15 inches hight.
They were all female, and all horned… two small sharp protrusions from the tops of their heads.
One was blue, one green, and one brown.
The blue one was reclined and she held a small rod
The green one lay on her back, legs splayed
The brown one stood, leaning against something, her hands between her open legs… the most sexual display of them all.
Angie picked up the blue one “They’re kinds of freaky….” she said
“They’re quite rude” Claire said, “I’m going to put them in a box”
“Ow” she gasped
“What happened?”
“I don’t know” Angie said “I think I cut my thumb of this one”
“Let me see”
“Look” she said, and there was blood on her thumb. She looked at the statue and saw that she must have stubbed it on the small rod the figurine carried
“Shit” she said
“You better go see mom” Claire said
Claire woke at the noise of someone’s steps.
She reached over and switched on the bedside lamp
She was shocked to see a small female there, and naked
“Who? Who are you?” she gasped
“My name is “Peitho” the nymph said.
Peitho was just on five feet tall. She was pale, and sleek. There was a child-like quality to her but her face had a devilish grin. She had small buds of breasts.
“Peitho?” Claire asked
“Yes’
“What are you doing here?”
“You brought me here?”
“I did?”
“Your blood…”
“Huh?” Claire asked. She thought “How old are you?”
“I am over four thousand years old” Peitho said
“You… you look well for your age” Claire said flippantly.
“You brought me here…” Peitho continued, “I must reward you with a gift”
“I think you need to put some clothes on” she said … and then she noticed from between Peitho’s pink vagina her clit extend like a small penis
“Um….” Claire gasped. Peitho’s clit stuck out an inch. “Should that happen?” she asked
“As I said…,” Peitho smiled, “I am going to reward you”
“I think you better leave now”
“Shhh” Peitho said, and touching Claire’s head “Relax”
Claire fell back into her pillow.
“What are you…”
“Shhh” Peitho smiled
“It wasn’t my blood…” Claire managed to say. But in a sense it was, for Angie and Claire as sisters shared the same blood.
She pulled back Claire’s sheets. “What strange clothing” she smiled at seeing Claire’s faded pink nightie.
“I…” Claire began, and tried to cover herself back up
“You can’t resist” Peitho said as she pulled Claire’s nightie up revealing the soft brown fur nestled between Claire’s legs
Peitho climbed up onto the bed. Instinctively Claire opened her legs. Peitho smiled. She inhaled Claire’s virginal musk
Peitho’s tongue lolled out, at least eight inches and she licked up the inside of Claire’s thigh, from her knee, slowly drawing higher and higher.
Claire trembled in anticipation.
And then Peitho’s tongue touched her vaginal lips. “Oh!” Claire gasped as Peitho found her clit.
“You want this” Peitho said, looking up at her
“Yesssss”
“Say it”
“I want it”
Peitho licked Claire’s clit still she sent the young woman into orgasm.
Then she backed off a little
Claire was disappointed… at first.
Peitho’s tongue pushed in, thick, wet, long, breaking Claire’s hymen
Claire bucked a little from the pain
Peitho’s tongue drove in and out, in and out, lapping at Claire and making her grow wet
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck” she squirmed
Suddenly her back arched and she came, squirting into Peitho’s hungry mouth. Peitho laughed as she supped at Claire’s hot snatch juices
Peitho moved up Claire’s body
“No, don’t” Claire cried, but it was because she didn’t want Peitho to stop.
Peitho mounted Claire… her clit pushed into Claire’s snatch and as she moved up and down, rubbed against Claire’s small but firm bud
Claire gasped… it was even better then having a tongue in her.
Peitho built up speed. She was like a man and Claire submitted to her, gazing into Peitho’s hungry eyes.
“Oh, yessssss” she cried as she came again
“Claire?” came her mom’s voice
Claire opened her eyes. She saw Peitho return to the mantle-piece and her shape morphed back into a figurine.
Claire wondered if she had just imagined that. But her sheet was soaked from the juices flowing out between her legs. “Fuck” she gasped
She grabbed her sheets and covered herself just as Lucinda opened the door
“Claire?” she gasped, seeing her daughter there, looking somewhat dishevelled, but with the light on
“Yeah, mom?”
“What are you doing still up?”
“Jet-lag” Claire smiled weakly, and shrugging her shoulder
“Try and get some sleep”
“I will mom” Claire said
She waited till her mom left before she pulled back the sheets. There was a small amount of blood there from when she’d been broken.
She lay back into the pillow.
“Are you ready?” Peitho asked, “I am going to change you”
Claire almost jumped out of her skin
“What?”
“I am not done with you yet, young thing”
“Please…” Claire cried
Peitho climbed onto the bed, standing then straddling Claire
She opened herself
“What are you…?” Claire began as Peitho lowered herself onto Claire’s face
“No… nnnn….mmmmphhhh” Claire cried as her face was buried in Peitho’s hot snatch.
Claire began to lap at the juices that flowed there. Her tongue tingled as she lapped at the fluids from Peitho’s pussy.
“Fuck….” she murmured and she came just eating Peitho out.
Claire woke in the morning still in filthy, bloody sheets.
She got up and as she did the sheet trailed; stuck to her cunt. She peeled it off. It stung; like pulling a bandage off.
She looked at the filthy sheets and she rolled these up into a clump and carried them to the laundry
She was there for about twenty minutes when Angie came in
“Good morning” Claire said
“Good morning… are you okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You’re naked, for a start!” Angie laughed
Claire hadn’t noticed. It had felt so natural to go “au naturel”
“Here… put this on before mom catches you” Angie said, peeling off her large cardigan.
Claire put it on, it just covered her butt.
“Thanks” Claire said, but she didn’t like the feeling of the wool material against her skin… a part of her wanted to be naked again.
“Can I ask you another question?” Angie said
“Sure”
“When did you shave?”
“What do you mean…?”
“You’re shaven… down there!” she said pointing to Claire’s crotch
Claire bent over and puled the cardigan up to reveal her smooth white skin.
“How did that happen?” she asked
This took Angie aback. How could you not notice you’d be shaven?
“Are you sure you’re alright?”
“I’m fine” Claire smiled as she turned to transfer her sheets from the washer to the dryer.
“What did you want?” Claire asked as she saw her sister staring at her
“Just want to make sure you’re okay”
“I’m fine” Claire gasped
Claire pushed past her sister and went back upstairs. She grabbed a towel from the linen cupboard and went to the bathroom to have a shower.
She felt relaxed naked again; under the wave of water
She soaped herself and as she did her hair she felt two small bumps at the top of her skull.
She felt them for a while.. very pronounced; but hidden under her long dark hair.
She ignored it… something told her that there was nothing to worry about. Instead she began to masturbate and as she did she felt her clit engorged and grow
“Fuck” she gasped, that had never happened before. She was ‘huge’ down there; at least an inch long.
She almost violently strummed her clit till her knees bucked as she came.
“Wow” she said
She went back to her room and looked at the figurines there. She was fascinated by them and wondered if Peitho would come alive and fuck her. She wanted her to.
She found herself pining for Peitho’s body on hers. She went back to her bed and masturbated again.
She’d never masturbated so much before.
Angie called her for lunch but she ignored it
She humped a thick pillow as she continued to masturbate. Her thighs became red raw.
Lucinda was sick and tired of her daughter ignoring them so went up herself at dinner time.
She was shocked to find Claire sitting on one of the bed-posts, rising up and down on it.
“What the hell are you doing?” she cried
Claire ignored her. She was so caught up in pleasuring herself.
“Oh. Oh. Ohhhhh” Claire groaned
Lucinda grabbed her and shook her
Claire looked at her. She laughed and then continued fucking the wooden post.
Lucinda slapped her.
“Mom?” Claire cried
“What are you doing?”
“Help me” Claire cried
Lucinda drew her to her and then looked at the large knob at the end of the post wondering how on earth her daughter could have got that inside her
She sat on the edge of the bed, comforting her daughter who cried
“What’s got into you?” Lucinda asked asked as she rocked her daughter
“I can’t help it” Claire whimpered, “Something’s got a hold of me”
Lucinda ran her hand up through her daughter’s hair when she suddenly felt a horn
She gasped, looking at her daughter and parting the hair to see for sure what it was. She found another. Bony protrusions from her daughter’s skull
“What the hell?”
“Mom?”
She held Claire’s face “What has happened to you?”
“I’m… I’m changing…” Claire said
“What?”
“I’m… one of them now…”
“What? Who? What are you talking about”
“It’s too late” she said standing up and pulling away from her mother
“What’s got….?”
“I want to fuck you, mom” Claire said
“Claire!” Lucinda cried
Claire smiled “As I said…I am going to fuck you”
“I think you better stop right now, young Miss”
“Shhh” Claire said, and touching Lucinda’s head “Relax”
Lucinda fell back into the bed. “What are you…”
“Shhh” Claire smiled
She pulled up Lucinda’s dress. “Mmmm” she drooled, “I can smell your cunt”
“I…”
“You can’t resist” Claire said as she pulled down her mom’s panties revealing the soft brown fur nestled between Lucinda’s legs
Claire climbed up onto the bed over her mom. Lucidna opened her legs. Claire smiled. She inhaled her mom’s musk
Claire’s clit drew out
Lucinda trembled
Claire pushed her hips in between her mom’s and Lucinda felt the small penis-like hardness press against her own clit
Claire ground herself against her mom and Lucinda was wet.
Claire raped her mother and Lucinda cried as she came.
Lucinda knew it wasn’t right… but it felt so good.
She happened to notice now the horns of her daughter were protruding out her hair. They’d grown longer.
Claire fucked her mom till Lucinda came a second time. “Wow, mom” she gasped
“Please… baby” Lucinda cried, “This is so wrong”
Claire chuckled
She moved back to the floor picked her mom up and threw her further up the bed. She climbed back up and straddled her mom’s face
“Drink this!” she said
Her mom looked away in disgust
Claire fingered herself furiously and suddenly squirted onto her mom’s face. The juices ran down into her mom’s mouth
Lucida turned in to press her mouth to her daughter’s pussy. She started to drink down Claire’s squirts.
“Mmmmmm” she sighed as she did.
And Claire kept coming on her mom’s face.
Angie came looking for her mom. She went to Claire’s room.
She found her mom dishevelled, wet, panting, exposed. There was a white crust on her mom’s lips
“Mom?” she gasped in horror.
Lucinda was as if drunk and in a daze. She lolled about and moaned something incoherently. Angie pulled down her mom’s hem to cover her exposed sex.
Angie helped her mom sit up.
“Where’s Claire…?” Angie asked
“I…?” Lucinda gasped, trying to figure out what just happened.
“I don’t know” she said.
“Come let’s go look for her…”
“Ah…” Lucinda gasped, disorientated.
She helped her mom get to her feet.
Lucinda was wobbly on her feet. Angie got under her arm to hold her up and started to help her out of the room
Something caught her eye
“That’s funny” she said as she continued then out the room
“What’s that?”
“I thought there were only three figurines before”
“What?”
“Where’d the fourth one come from?”
And there was now a new figurine of a horned nymph there… if one looked closely at it its face bore an uncanny similarity to Claire’s.
As they left the room Luciana scratched the top of her head and as she did she felt two small bumps there. She smiled to herself. She inhaled the smell of her daughter’s cunt… “Mmmm” she sighed. Angie smelled wonderful….