Chapter 21: The New Realm

[In the midst of all, the party, the arrival of the goddesses rising from the spa (Not pictured here are both Loon and Lilly]

Turns out Realms are made and Realms are destroyed in the mix of Nature’s role. It’s a non stopping process in seeking balance yet never quite achieving it. And perhaps that’s why faith is such a popular crutch. It isn’t easy for the human ego to accept being physically snuffed, poof! And in fact most don’t get granted the exclamation point when it happens.

If you can’t stop the bubble machine, you know, I mean if you are truly afraid of dying there are always the icons paid your worship in exchange for assumed protection. I’m not talking Beanie Babies here. I’m talking the top of the line rated psychological war lords, ALL time, long before bobble heads were invented. You know what they are, in your heart you do.

So, the excitement exploding on the deck at the spa was all about the churn in the water and the growing glow, all consuming aura including the incredible scent of arrival. It was the sister nymph goddesses supernatural, arriving rising amidst. There may have been some music playing from Sylvia’s sound system, no matter, but those who were already aware of their existence were immediately thrilled and those who knew nothing about them were clutched with fear. But I was ecstatic.

This had to bring credence to my new physical look, bald head with ID tattoo, the old burn brand on my butt and of course the giant penis which happened to spring to attention at the mere mention of the sister nymphs.

My lovers, all six of them had returned. Believe it or not my first thoughts were not about having sex with them. I was so magnetized, compelled to be with them again. Just that was enough. I began having a minor orgasm.

[I’d already had my quick experience as the regular old furnace man floating with them in the spa before and they stretched me out to my breeder livestock duties length but now I was ready and wanting, back in my lover of goddesses role and party goers needed a lot of information and demonstrations to get the story straight]

This situation, with new sudden sexually alerted party attending males, kind of reminded me of the old hay days at the dairy when the family hired cons from the Green Hill home for wayward boys.

They were all smart alecs, full of it, all pretending to be tough until they met the four sisters in their midst out in the hay field. The sisters appeared at my flatbed truck out of nowhere just after noon. Immediately the young studs were unbelievably horny, that is until they tried to impose themselves on the likes of Branch who mostly towered over them.

The sisters led them to believe I was an abused sex slave, well I was mostly, and they demonstrated their “tortures” on me with threats forcing the cons to believe they were next to get it if they didn’t work harder. Needless to say the demonstration worked. They couldn’t believe I endured Siza’s hand shoved through my anus clear up inside me.

Now all six sisters were at the party making it an event impacting the Cosmos, a truly enormous big deal. They were naked, they glowed, they were far sexier than anything seen before and they were promoting change.

Needless to say some of the influential men attending the affair, local political types, so forth, were immediately sent into horny mode. They had no real idea who they were partying with. This tended to be most interesting potential fun.

Thus, purposefully, the sisters began teaching, the role they assumed as overseer deities among the universes. They began to explain my role and why I was physically changed to assume that role.