Always Is Always
Copyright© 2022 by Allyfutzus
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - An awakening, after hiding from fame I find a need to return as the Lover of Goddesses. Once known for an almost supernatural livestock sexual prowess on two legs, and as the Safe Sex solution to fucking frustration, I once again needed to demonstrate what I could do for Humanity.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Gay Heterosexual Fiction Farming High Fantasy Humor Science Fiction Time Travel Paranormal Magic Rough Group Sex Anal Sex Exhibitionism Food Oral Sex Safe Sex Public Sex Size Illustrated
I’d been absent for quite a while, thinking too much. Decided to return. My role as The Lover Of Goddesses sustained on its own merits. It seemed, sort of, a refusing to die romantic memory for people and I’d been left with all the attributes given me by the sisters at the Dairy of Desire.
Strangely there was a movement, in what I referred to as Daily World, a mindset among Power desiring a return to the past. Nostalgia had taken the law to new levels. Oddly it was vastly unpopular but sticky like an unwelcome glue. They were delegating sexual behavior in all respects, which, who, how, and revolt seemed a possibility.
So I came out of hiding to continue my role as the dairy livestock, the giver of pleasure. I had nothing to lose, no dangers involved.
I was forever disease free and infertile with more techniques taught to me by the creatures who created me. I could satisfy like no other human. It’s what I did for either gender on two legs; I was ready. And what would come of my return to focus? That remained to be seen. Yes, I was apprehensive.
When the sisters succeeded fulfilling their role, destiny allowed them to transition to a higher plane of existence. They survived the otherwise fate of annihilation because of what we did together, their choice, and I was left alone at the dairy, likely to be a slave kept by the owner. But I escaped, ran and returned to the Swill sisters. They had been impromptu lovers, as chance would have it, when I was tattooed by their mother, marked with ID required for all livestock. They were the only choice I had to hide from being caught and taken back to the dairy.
[The Swill sisters’ gently arousing mother Mabel playing with me on the tattoo table after giving me the required ID on my sore head]
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