The goddess reared her hips back until her cock was almost out of the Muse's swollen vagina, then she grabbed the Muse above the hip bones with both hands. With a throaty cry, she rammed her horse-sized phallus as deep as she could go. Then she went deeper until her small tight balls banged hard into the Muse's inner thighs.
The Muse squealed at the deep penetration and the goddess gave a very girlish grunt of relief as the Muse squirmed and panted at the continued ramming. Soon the Muse was quaking in orgasm and the goddess let the cum release from her big swollen dick inside the quivering girl.
The Muse reached back to hold the goddess deep within her, trying to hold the prick with her cunt muscles. She savored the satisfaction of cumming hard and having a huge, slippery cock deep inside her contracting womb. She ground her pussy hard on the dick, moaning.
The goddess held her there for a while, both physically and mentally, and then lifted the Muse off of her with a slick `pop'. The Muse fell limp and exhausted into her arms. The goddess carried her to the sacred spring and bathed the Muse in the soft, magical, gentle water. She took great care with the Muse's swollen and abused pussy.
Lifting her out of the spring, the goddess gently dressed her in a diaphanous sky blue short chiton and laid the Muse into a soft bed of daisy and camelia petals. The Muse sighed with contentment and lolled awake for a bit, stretching and giving the goddess a vixen's smile. Then she sighed and rustled deep into the flowers, falling asleep.
The goddess felt her prick twitch just above her wet pussy and for a moment she was tempted by the Muse. But she had goddess things to do, now that her testosterone levels had been dumped within the Muse. Many of the faithful needed her strength. She could sense them in their need. Perhaps on her return she would swing through the realm of the forest nymphs again to quench the fire in her vagina...
THE MUSE fell into rapid-eye-movement and as she did, a transparent form of herself floated out of her body and upright into the air. It seemed as if a gentle breeze blew through her dress, causing it to shimmer and shine a florescent deep bluish-purple, enhancing the sexy curves and making her nipples peak.
Over the eons, they had worked together; the Muse in her transparent form inspiring the goddess, the goddess then giving the Muse her mission sexually when she was in her body to help inspire the mortal to whom the goddess sent her.
The Muse watched the goddess as the Mother-of-All dressed. She watched the soft, dazzling sheer-white tunic slide over and down the tantalizing arms, then shimmer down the nape over her beautiful neck, cascading down and then slipping over the perfect boobs and nipples, and then down over her creamy ass and over both of the goddess' sexual organs.
She wished that she could taste the love juices of the goddess's sweet pussy, but the goddess primarily fucked her with that huge dick. The Muse smiled and her sleeping self sighed thinking about their recent union. Well did she know that the goddess would need to release her estrogen, so she planted the thought about visiting the realm of the forest nymphs on her return to this plane. She knew that one of the rutting bucks would satisfy her.
As the goddess turned to look at the Muse's sleeping form, the Muse departed lest she get caught. She had a mission and she needed to perform it. She loved the goddess so, and therefore was happy that she could plant a thought that would satisfy her needs. The Muse floated up and entered the magical purple vortex that would take her to the mortal realm where she needed to find the object of her mission.
Being of a transparent nature, the vortex delivered her to the mortal realm in seconds and the Muse shivered as the cool Earth winds blew against her sheer garment, molding it to her lovely form. Her nipples were erect on her beautiful breasts and the silk of her garment seemed to soothe her battered pussy as she drifted on the currents of the wind. She missed Earth sometimes, having been mortal before the goddess took her, and the smells and sounds of people surged over her.
She finally came to rest outside an apartment building located within a small city. She closed her eyes and `felt' the pull of a longing soul and almost instantaneously she was within a small but clean apartment.
She floated next to a balding, plump middle-aged man seated in front of a screen on a small desk. He was dressed in black lingerie, a corset laced tightly over his middle and the bra was stuffed with silicon breast enhancers. He had black silk panties over which was a garter belt holding up thigh high seamed silk stockings. On his feet was a pair of size number 12, black, 4-inch pumps. He was watching the screen intently and gently rubbing his bulging crotch.
The Muse carefully peeked over his shoulder to see what he was viewing on the screen. It looked like what the mortals called cartoons at first. Then she noticed that the figures were moving as the little man typed in commands. Intrigued, she took a closer look. A blondish she-male was on her back, lying on a man on a couch and a huge black cock was thrusting hard into her ass as her boobs shook with every thrust the stud made into her. The poor cross-dresser began to rub his crotch harder as the action ensued on the screen and the Muse could now see the head of his dick peeking out of the top of his panties.
The Muse suppressed a giggle, then did an instantaneous search of the room, noting the pentacle and the candles that were in their proper place at the Wiccan altar. The Muse spread her arms, leaned back her head and closed her eyes. Then she opened them and watched.
The man left the chair suddenly, his hard cock sliding out of the slippery silk of the panties and he somehow pushed it back into place as he stood. He adjusted his bra and tits and then sauntered over to the altar, savoring the way the silicone bounced on his chest as he practiced his `slut-walk' in high heels. He daintily reached into a sea shell, pulled out a lighter and lit the candles.
He checked the seams of his stockings and then tried to glide back to the chair, but he was wobbly on the high heels. The Muse felt pity on him and sent him a calming thought and almost immediately he recovered his poise and slide back into his chair.
He reached into his bra and the Muse watched as he teased his nipples with one hand while rubbing his cock with the other, his eyes glued to the screen.
`This is going to be an easy one,' thought the Muse and she once again leaned her hair back, closed her eyes and this time spread her legs. She opened her soul and called for the Magick.
The air crackled with electricity and small lighting-bolts bounced allover the room in various shades of purple and blues. The Muse had forgotten the sensation and the instant of shock that she received from such a burst of raw Magic momentarily stunned her. She had not been expecting such a great force and before she could react there was a large boom and she was sucked into the small screen by a small but powerful vortex.
Her transparent self felt all tingly as her atoms and molecules were re-arranged as she traveled within the optic fiber to her destination. The Muse landed and she screamed as the big black dick impaled her ass, jamming it's girth deep into her rectum. His hands had her boobs for hand-holds and her balls slapped against her inner thighs as the stud fucked her. She looked up and she thought she could see the face and bra of the cross dresser staring down at her.
She could feel the dick swelling inside her and the surge of his cum as he released deep within her bowels. The man grabbed her dick and with an expert twist had her cumming as he finished his released.
Dazed and now sore from another rough bout of sex, the Muse slid off the cock and tried to catch her bearings.