Gorgon Girlfriend (Chestre-complete)

    You belong to a temple of oracles in the mountains. You’ve been there since you were little when you were taken for your gift of sight. Most would think oracles could just see the future, which is far from the truth. Your ability allows you to view visions of the present. This comes quite in handy for royals and warriors who want to know what their enemies are up to. Some of the other oracles can see the past and the messages they hold. Others can see the future, but they all claim it’s spotty at best.

    The temple is beautiful, and it only keeps women. Most of your life you have never seen another man unless they are seeking your wisdom of the assistance of the temple. You much prefer this place than what lies outside. You prefer your sisters at the temple, and you’ve not tried to hide that. It is very common for the sisters to indulge in one another, in fact, there is a ritual to it. You’ve kissed before, but you’ve yet to take one of your sisters as your confidant. You’ve yet to meet one who captures you completely.

    Well, there is one, but no one but the High Priestess is allowed to visit her. She is known as the Superior Clarity and was one of the most powerful oracles to have ever lived. She was kept locked away from sight, and only those who paid the top coin were allowed to hear from her. You had heard so many rumors about her beauty and power that all you wanted was her. 

    It is a privilege for the sisters to guard her room, so you’ve been working hard to earn favor with the High Priestess. Your plan is simple, gain guard duty for the Superior Clarity room and sneak inside once the High Priestess retires for the evening. With your present sight, you will know who is coming and who is around. Once you sneak into her room, you’ll woo her as best you can. But gaining favor with the High Priestess was harder than you thought. You eventually get what you want though and are given the guard duty.

    It seems like a cushy job. There is a room before the Superior Clarity’s where the guard lives. It’s a small room, but at least it is comfortable. Once the High Priestess leaves, she locks the Superior Clarity door and takes the key it with her. You hadn’t expected that you have no idea how you’re going to sneak in now.

    That’s when you notice something strange with the door. Where the lock should go into the doorframe, you see a sliver of light. Something is covering the deadbolt from locking completely. You test the door and see you can open it. 

    “I’m so glad it worked,” her voice is husky and sweet. 

    You gaze into the room where glowing lights are hovering everywhere. Sheer curtains are hanging from the ceiling in a circle, surrounding the raised stage the Superior Clarity is on. You can see her silhouette blurred by the curtains.

    “I was worried my little trick wouldn’t work,” she says again.

    You glance down, seeing a playing card on the floor with a dent in the middle. You pick it up and hold it out. “Did you expect to meet me.”

    “I’ve wanted to meet you.” Her voice is beautiful, you wonder what the rest of her is like. She then giggles softly, “She is gone right? You can see her?”

    You close your eyes, checking the present. I then look back up at her. “She’s in bed already.”

    “I’m glad,” she murmurs.

    You step closer and realize the floor is painfully cold.

    “You don’t have shoes, do you? Does it hurt?” She asks.

    You walk quickly until I’m at the first stair of the platform. “I’m fine,” you hiss. You toes ache like you have just walked through endless miles of snow.

    “She does that to keep me here,” she murmurs.

    You look up, seeing her hand extended from the curtains. You take her hand and kiss her palm. There is a soft moan from inside the curtains. Her skin is cold and very pale. 

    “Are you cold?” You ask, preparing my seduction. “I can warm you up if you like.”

    “You can flirt with me once you see me,” she taps her finger to my lips. “But your warmth is very much desired.” Her hand disappears back into the curtains, and you chase after it. You pull open the curtains and see a strange yet stunning creature posed in a sea of pillows.

    Her body is long and twisted, you see it rise and fall through all the pillows. It is scaly, splotches of golden yellow and peachy white. Her torso is relatively human, although it is the same peachy white and golden yellow as her tail. She looks painted almost. Her hair is a writhing mass of live snakes, curling, and falling and rising. Her eyes are milky white, she is blind, but I know she can see.

    She tilts her head. “Do you still wish to seduce me.”

    You stare at her, awed by the sight. She has a lovely face and body. Her breasts are perfect, and her lips look sweet. You lick your lips and close the curtains behind yourself. “You are not what I expected.”

    She smiles. “Is it a good surprise or a bad surprise?”

    You kneel down in the pillows before her, and her tail seeks you out. It wraps around you in an attempt to find warmth. “It is a good surprise,” you answer.

    She turns her head away, clasping her hands around her cheeks. “I’m glad.”

    You pet her tail, and it shivers. “So...you were expecting me?”

    She glances towards you again. “I have been, for some time now.” She smiles sweetly. “I’ve been longing for company, it’s so lonesome here.”

    “I bet,” you whisper.

    “I’ve always been so jealous of the other sisters. They get to play together and touch one another. I can only touch myself.”

    You bite your lip. “How do you touch yourself, my Clarity?”

    She giggles. “Please, call me Chestre,” she touches her lips. “It’s been so long.”

    “Chestre,” You purr. You inch closer to her and take her hand. You kiss her palm again and her wrist. “I will make sure to call out your name often.”

    She giggles nervously, and she swipes her fingertips across your lips. “You could have any sister in the temple,” she says. “Why test fate with me?”

    “Because testing fate is fun.” You kiss up her arm until you are at her shoulder. You kiss her neck and cheek, and she moans loudly.

    “That feels better than I saw,” she pants. You see her little tongue is split and is the color of ripe cherries. 

    “You’re starved for affection, aren’t you, Chestre?” You purr into her ear. Her hair comes down, kissing all over my face. 

    Chestre nods. “My touch won’t suffice me anymore.”

You tilt her head up towards yours, and you gaze at her beautiful face. Her lips part and she closes her eyes. You kiss her and her tongue licks at your lips. She moans and grabs hold of you. She pushes open your robes, touching your bare skin.

    “Mm,” You sigh as you pull back. “Chestre,” you purr into her ear. “You’re a naughty girl.”

    She pouts slightly. “You’re so warm. I can’t help it.”

    You kiss her softly, and she mewls sweetly. “I’ll take care of you, I promise.” I kiss her cheek, and she wraps her arms around me. Her hair kisses at my face still.

    “What is the matter?” I ask her.

    “It is a relief to have you here. It’s so lonely. But I am afraid,” she whimpers. “It is forbidden between us. If we continue this, you could be thrown out of the temple, and my solitude will become much worse!”

    You smile at her, kissing her again. “Is that what you see?” You ask her. “With your great clarity, can you see the fate of our affair?”

    “I see you, somewhere far away. You are not here,” he voice trembles.

    You kiss her again, pressing her down into her pillows. “I will touch you until then,” you whisper to her. “Please, let me be your lover for as long as I can.”

    She nods and wraps her arms around my neck. “Kiss me.”

    You give her the kisses she wants. She moans softly and loudly as you do. Her touch starved body presses against yours, and you follow its demands. Every night, after the High Priestess leaves and attempts to lock the door, you sneak back into Chestre’s chambers. You lay beside her, cuddling her and kissing her cheek. She giggles softly, nuzzling to your breasts and kneading them with her fingers.

    “Sometimes, I can’t help but watch the other sisters,” she admits. “The way they kiss. The way they make love,” she mewls. “I want that too.”

    “Have you told the High Priestess how you feel?” You ask. “Perhaps she will listen.”

    “I am too afraid. I have been kept here for so long,” she whimpers. “I have only been waiting for you.”

    You kiss her. “We can make love,” you whisper to her. 

    She gasps softly and presses her fingertips to her lips. “Aren’t you afraid?”

    You smile and kiss her fingers. “What is there to be afraid of? It is you I want, every beautiful inch.”

    She bites her lips and wriggles. “I touch myself...lots...when you leave in the morning. Before the High Priestess arrives, I think of you, and I touch myself until I release.”

    You moan and pinch your thighs together. “I touch myself thinking about your too.”

    She gasps again and shivers. “What do you think about?”

    You kiss her. “I think about kissing you and feeling you need through them. I think about your voice and how you tell me how horny you are.”

    She puckers her lips them sighs. “I am,” she mewls. “Is it bad that I’m always aroused with you?”

    You kiss her again. “Tell me that again.”

    “I always want you,” she mewls a little louder. “I love you so much that all I want is you.”

    You stare at her, gazing at her expression. “You love me?”

    She nods and turns her head timidly. “Of course I do.”

    “I love you too, Chestre,” you whisper. 

    Suddenly the door slams open and the curtains billow open. The High Priestess stands there with a look of utter disgust on her face. “What is this?” She roars.

    Chestre and I both sit up, and tears are already streaming down Chestre’s cheeks. I glare down at the High Priestess, and I put my arms around Chestre.

    “Get down from there this instant!” The High Priestess growls with the calm of a tempest.

    I shake my head. “No.”

    Her eyes widen. 

    “You keep Chestre here like a prisoner!” I snap at her. “She has an amazing gift, and your first course of action is to lock her away.”

    “She is like a child to me!” The High Priestess growls. “I raised her since she was abandoned. I saw what she was. I keep her here to protect her. If she is out there, she would be so overwhelmed it would kill her. The stress of everything would cause her mind to collapse.” She blinks rapidly, and I see tears streaming down her face. “Do you think I enjoy keeping my child like this?”

    “Mama,” Chestre whimpers.

    You realize that the High Priestess was only trying to protect Chestre. Her powers made her so sensitive to others that she was incapable of living amongst them without harm to herself.

    “I’m so sorry,” you whisper. “But I love Chestre, and I want what is best for her too. I want to be with her but if it is going to harm her I-” your voice chokes off.

    The High Priestess wipes her cheeks. “Are you willing to let her go if it means keeping her safe?”

    You look at Chestre and see the pain on her face. She loves her mother, but she also loves you. There is no way out of this without pain.

    “I would,” you reply as you touch her face. “I would leave, but I would always love her.”

    “Then, I’ll leave you two alone,” the High Priestess sighs.

    You gasp and look back at her. “What?”

    The High Priestess smiles. “Love my daughter, that is all I ask.” She turns and leaves without another word, and you look to Chestre who is smiling.

    “What was that?” You whisper to her.

    She touches my face and grins. “Her blessing.”

    “But,” you shake your head. “Am I going to hurt you or not?”

    “You tell me,” she pulls me into a deep kiss. “Make love to me,” she pleas.

    You sigh and nod. “Of course.” You kiss her again and trail my kisses down her neck to her chest. You play with her perfect breasts, groping them and teasing them. You lick the soft nipple until she grows hard. She whimpers and mewls, her soft voice making you just as excited. Her tail starts to coil around your leg, and you feel the tip of it inch closer to your heat.

    “Tell me,” you whisper to her, “how should I touch you?

    She gulps and shows me. Her hands slip down to where her tail meets her torso. There’s a small slit that she gently touches. It starts to open, and something rises out from inside. It’s sticky and pink and looks like the petals of a flower. She presses her fingers inside, and she mewls in pleasure.

    “Ok, ok,” you move her hand away. “Let me.” You stroke the petals and she gasps softly. You then ease a finger inside her. It’s tight inside, and she squeezes around you like a vice. You then feel her tail between your thighs. It flicks against your folds, going back and forth repeatedly. You moan and reach down, guiding it to go deeper.

    “It’s so hot!” She gasps.

    You grin at her. “Do you like it?”

    You feel the tip of her tail press deeper. It grinds against your clit, and she bites her lip. “So wet.”

    You pull my finger out and lick it clean. She tastes sweet to you. “Look who’s talking.” You press two fingers inside her this time, and she cries out. She clings to you and digs her fingers into your back. Her tail thrusts into you, stretching you and filling you up. I gasp, shuddering at the sensation of her penetrating you. You press your fingers deeper inside her, adding a third finger to the mix. She’s syrupy and sticky inside and her muscle contract as if begging you deeper. He tail pushes inside you, going deeper and faster. You’re both mewling and crying out, impassioned by each other’s touch.

    You seize up, clenching around the tip of her tail. You gush along her scales, your cream dripping down. You grunt and snarl, trembling, so you fall into the pillows. Chestre rises over you, watching you with a soft smile on her lips.

    You giggle and pant. “I’m not done.”

    She shakes her head. “No, you aren’t.” She lays on top of you, part of her tail coiled around the back of your head. Her petals press to your lips, and then you feel her tongue on your folds.

    She smears her syrup on your face, rubbing herself against you. She moans and gasps, kissing and licking your folds. She slurps at you, sucking on your lips and then kissing your sensitive clit.

    You lick her, shoving your tongue into her. She cries out and wriggles more, writhing on your face. You grab hold of her hips, groping her rear as she grinds. She whimpers and mewls.

    She then twitches. Her tail squeezes, and her petals clasp around your tongue. She mewls and sighs, her body wrenching for a moment before she cries out. She releases on your face, her thick syrup stringing along your lips as he falls off you. She sighs and pants in a heap on the bed.

    You lick your lips and grin down at her. “Is that all?”

    She pouts up at you. “You wouldn’t.”

    You laugh and kiss her. “Not unless you want me to.”

    She wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you down. “Give me a minute,” she sighs. “I do want more, but I’m sensitive.”

    You lay beside her and let her nuzzles between your breasts. She’s smiling giddily to herself. “I’m so glad Mama wasn’t mad.”

    “I think she is, but she likes you more than me so…” you huff.

    She sits up and looks at you, her hair floating around and dancing happily. “You would do that for me?” She asks. 

    “What? Leave if you were hurting?” You hold her cheek. “Of course I would!”

    She smiles sweetly then nuzzles back against your chest.

    “You told me before that you envisioned me somewhere far away. What was that?” You ask. “Did you really see that?”

    She nods. “At some point, you’re going to have to leave. Not just you, but all of us,” she whispers. “Someone is coming.”

    You hold her close and her hair coils around my fingers. “Who?”

    “Someone powerful,” she murmurs. “A centaur with great ambition.” She shivers. “He has to fight a dragon, and it will destroy the temple.”

    You sigh. “When do we have to leave?”

    “Soon,” she whispers. “Mother knows already I told her.”

    You kiss the top of her head. “I’ll stay with you and keep you safe,” you whisper. “No matter what dragon comes. I promise you.”

    “I know,” she murmurs. She then bites your breast, and you moan loudly. She giggles. “Your nipples are sensitive aren’t they?”

    You frown at her. “No fair.”

    She grins deviously. “All’s fair.”