An Aztec Goddess in Anime Cosplay

[ This is a fictional story. All characters are at least 18 years of age. Contains depictions of alcohol and drug consumption, body horror, gore, death, obsession, intercourse, cunnilingus, analingus, group sex, pegging, futanari, and is probably the weirdest story I've written to date. Happy Halloween! ]

Kelly peered through the smoky room, darting her head back and forth through the crowd of costumed college students. The loud music and flashing lights of the portable disco ball made seeing anything nearly impossible but eventually her efforts paid off and she spotted the curly red hair belonging to Rose at the other side of the large room.

She began weaving her way through the partygoers, her short stature causing her to lose sight of her friend frequently. That, and she kept looking down at the ground to make sure she didn't step in anything that had been spilled and risk dirtying the white sneakers she bought specially for her costume.

"Hey! How's it going?" Kelly tried to yell over the loud music.

"What?" Rose yelled back, cupping a hand to her ear.

Kelly inhaled to try and shout louder but realized the attempt would be futile and instead gestured at Rose to follow her outside.

The pair walked out through the large open doors of the frat house, through the small crowd of people smoking and vaping on the porch, and down the four steps to the lawn, weaving between the collection of jack-o-lanterns on the steps. Their ears were buzzing in the relative quiet of the outside, though the pounding of the bass notes was still vibrating through their bodies. The sun had already gone down but there was enough light from the house and the streetlights along the sidewalk for them to navigate off the path and onto the front yard in order to get a bit further away from the noise.

"This party sucks," Rose said, loudly at first as her ears were still adjusting. "The music is bullshit and these drinks are watered down. We don't know anyone here, plus nobody gets my costume."

Kelly looked her friend over. Rose was dressed as Black Widow, in a skintight black faux-leather catsuit with the front unzippered to show off the cleavage produced by her push-up bra. Though she'd never say it to Rose's face, the fact that Rose was a little larger than average combined with her round face framed by her naturally curly hair didn't make her look much like ScarJo. "Really? What do they think you're dressed as?"

"A slutty kitty."

"But you don't even have ea-"

"But I don't even have ears!" Rose interrupted in frustrated agreement as the two women chuckled.

"They got the slutty part right, though!"

"You should talk!" Rose fired back as she looked at her shorter companion's bizarre costume. Kelly was wearing a purple wig, a white baseball T-Shirt with black arms and a pouch, a plaid miniskirt, thigh-high pink-and-purple striped socks, and white runners with black laces. In her mouth protruded the white plastic stem of a sucker. "Speaking of, does anyone get your costume? Actually... who are you supposed to be, again?"

Kelly rolled her eyes, exasperated from having to explain it once again to Rose. "I'm Mizore from Rosario + Vampire. But everyone here is culturally stunted. They stare at me blankly when I say it's a manga, and if I say it's also an anime they ask me if it's Sailor Moon. It's like trying to explain Tolstoy to people who have only read Dr. Seuss."

"Meh. Fuck 'em all, Kel. This party is boring, anyway."

"I'm actually surprised I found you alone. I figured you and Ivan would be up in one of the rooms getting your Halloween freak on."

"I told you we're waiting until marriage."

"It's the twenty-first century, Rose. Nobody waits until marriage."

"Well... we do stuff... touching and some oral... but no sex until marriage. I just think that's right."

"So you haven't even seen each other naked?!"

"I've seen him shirtless... and he's seen me... shirtless, but that's as far as we've gone."

"It sounds hypocritical to me, but what do I know?" Kelly kicked at the ground in frustration. "So why aren't you guys upstairs doing 'mouth stuff' then?"

Now it was Rose's turn to roll her eyes. "He found some local D&D group at the party and they're swapping battle stories. They're all dudes, too. Totally not my scene." She gestured with her head towards the large windows of the frat house. "Besides, I figure maybe you'd be upstairs with Brad."

Kelly looked at the windows. Inside was Brad, the star quarterback on their college team, standing as he chatted up a group of local women in various slutty costumes. His 6'4" height was rounded out by his 230lbs of pure muscle. His dark skin sparkled with sweat from the heat of the crowded frat house and the flashing party lights. He hadn't even dressed in a costume, wearing his football jersey, but nobody seemed to care.

Kelly snorted derisively. "Is that why you wanted me to come along to this party?"

"No. I wanted you to come because I don't know anyone here. When Ivan helped Brad in Chemistry, I had no idea they'd become friends and Brad would invite him to come to this backwater hoedown." She glanced back at the women giggling at Brad. "And speaking of hoes, there's no way I was letting Ivan come here alone!"

"You think Ivan would cheat on you?"

"I honestly don't know. I've caught him staring at you a few times, so I'm not going to give him any opportunities. Also I really don't trust these rural bitches and I don't want anyone trying to mow my lawn. Speaking of... why don't you go back in there and rescue Brad from whatever venereal diseases those trashy-ass hoes are trying to give him?"

Kelly looked incredulously at Rose. "They can have him, thank you very much. Brad is a meatheaded jock and totally gives off manwhore vibes. Plus, as my best friend, you're well aware that I'm gay."

"Oh please, sister. Nobody's that gay."

"Trust me. The only big black cock I want is a rubber one strapped onto a hot babe with big tits and a round ass!" She winked at Rose. "Who is maybe also a gorgeous redhead?"

Rose laughed, pretending to ignore the very unsubtle suggestion her best friend was making. "Oh my God, you're so dirty! Fine. So why haven't you gone upstairs with some hot babe?"

Kelly glanced around. "I think this rural small-town college is a little more conservative than ours; not a lot of open lesbians in this crowd. Plus we're at a frat house party; the girls here are looking to get laid by these frat assholes."

As if on cue a bunch of drunk fraternity members ran out of the house in nothing but their underwear whooping and hollering, continuing on down the street.

"Conservative bitches are probably the most closeted lesbians, though," Rose offered.

"True, but here they're so deep in the closet they're finding Christmas presents and I'm not looking to be anyone's first drunken experiment! That said, I was talking to one Latina chick here who was really interesting. There was just something about her."

"Oh really? Tell me more."

Before Kelly could continue Ivan walked out of the house and scanned the yard before his eyes found Rose and Kelly. He walked over to the pair in his simple lumberjack costume consisting of hiking boots, blue jeans, a plaid shirt, and a red knitted cap. His sleeves were rolled up exposing his hairy arms and tufts of his chest hair stuck out just below his collarbone. His thick black beard almost reached the chest hair.

"Hey babe," Rose said as he walked up. "Did you make some new friends?"

"Not really," he replied dejectedly. "The D&D club here had to go underground because the Christian student groups declared it Satanic. They barely play now. This whole scene is kind of dead."

"It wouldn't be so bad if there were some good drugs here," Kelly said. "I don't even think anyone here has pot. And after those midterms, especially botany, I need a release."

"They weren't that bad," Rose replied.

"Says the perfect princess with the 4.3 GPA!"

"Whatever. Though I wouldn't mind my evening shaken up a bit either."

Ivan waved to the window to get Brad's attention. "Well if anyone can score, it's Brad."

One of the women talking to Brad was playing with her hair while the woman beside her "adjusted" her breasts in an obvious attempt to attract his attention. Brad seemed to be oblivious to their flirtations, and glancing out the window, noticed Ivan waving. He excused himself and joined the trio on the lawn outside.

"S'up?" Brad asked.

"Looks like you were getting some action in there," Ivan said, eyebrows raised. "Hope I didn't interrupt something interesting."

"Nah. This school's got like three black students in it. I'm like... just a novelty to these bitches. Besides, I got three hotter hoes on rotation back home."

"Any chance anyone can get something good like E or some blow? We're all finding this party a bit of a drag," Rose asked quietly.

"The only blow here is that this party blows. I ain't seen nobody holding, and this ain't the hood; there's no guy slangin' on the corner. I don't wanna ask any of these white guys if they're holding either; a few of them are giving me side eye."

"Well fuck," Kelly sighed in frustration. "This is fun."

"Maybe we should just leave then?" Ivan asked.

"Yeah, I'm good to bounce. Sorry y'all. I thought this was going to be a way better party."

"No worries, Brad," Rose responded. "Why don't we go back to my place? My parents are out at some lame adult Halloween charity thing and I have some half-decent weed under my bed. We can raid their wine fridge and just chill and smoke up."

"Works for me," Kelly said.

"I'm down," Brad replied.

Ivan nodded in agreement and the group started walking towards the gate in the fence around the frat house.

Suddenly standing between them and the gate was a woman. She was a strikingly beautiful latina, a tiny bit taller than Kelly and had long, black hair that fell down to the small of her back. She was wearing a long cotton white skirt trimmed with red and a matching poncho. Slung over her shoulder was a leather satchel adorned with beadwork in a colourful repeating pattern. Despite it being a costume party she seemed out of place.

"Leaving so soon?" the woman asked in a slight Mexican accent.

"Oh shit!" Kelly exclaimed. "This is the girl I was telling you about, Rose! I'm sorry... what was your name again? Something with a Z? 'Zollie' or something? It was so loud in there I couldn't make it out."

"That's quite all right. My name is Zōlte. And your name is Kelly, right?"

"Right! Great memory! And this is my best friend Rose, her boyfriend Ivan, and our friend Brad."

"It is nice to meet you all," Zōlte said, making eye contact with each of the others as they nodded in return. "It looked like you were leaving."

"Yeah," Kelly replied. "This party is kind of bunk and we were going to head home."

"Did I overhear you correctly that you were looking for some fun?"

"Yeah," Rose replied. "Can you hook us up?"

Zōlte smiled and patted her satchel. "I can."

"Fuckin' A," Brad exclaimed. "Do you want to come with us back to the city? It's only a few hours drive."

"Unfortunately, I'm only here for the night and I came to explore the Halloween party. I have to leave at dawn."

"Oh, that sucks," Ivan said.

"Wait a minute," Kelly said. "There's no reason we have to go all the way back to the city. It's Halloween. We should do something old school and spooky! Zōlte, do you have a place to hang out here?"

Zōlte paused for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. "Might I suggest a campfire? I know a good place not far from here."

"That sounds kind of chill," Ivan said. "And you're right; Halloween is a special night. Why don't I go steal some booze from this lame-ass party and we go have some special fun?"

"Sounds like a plan," Rose said.

"Aiight. You meet us at the truck," Brad said to Ivan. Ivan nodded and went back into the cacophony of the party.

As the others walked to Brad's SUV, Rose looked at Zōlte's costume. "I'm trying to figure out what you're dressed as. Is it Pocahontas, Sacagawea, or something like that?"

"Yes, something like that," Zōlte replied, smiling slyly. She looked over Rose's black catsuit. "I really like your attire."

"Thanks." Rose felt herself blush in response. She leaned over to Kelly, whispering. "You're right. There is something about her."

With Brad and Ivan riding in the front and the three women in the back, they drove out of the small town. Following Zōlte's directions they wound through back roads and then logging trails, heading deep into the surrounding forest. The headlights of the truck caused shadows to dance eerily in the trees with each bump.

As they rode along, Kelly kept glancing at Zōlte. When Zōlte would look back the two of them would share a warm smile.

Eventually Zōlte had them pull over at a seemingly nondescript point along the road.

"Where are we?" Brad said as he stepped out of the truck. He turned on the flashlight in his phone, scanning the trees that encroached either side of the narrow logging trail.

"We're not far," Zōlte said, disappearing behind a bush. "The trail is here!"

The others in the group turned on their flashlights and followed, and Kelly quickened her pace to catch up to their mysterious guide.

"Your name is really pretty," Kelly said. "Is it Spanish?"

"No. It's Nahuatl."

"That's the original language of Mexico," Rose said loudly from behind in a matter-of-factly tone. "Are you from Mexico City?"

"As a matter of fact, I am."

Kelly stumbled a bit while walking and Zōlte turned back and reached out her hand. "Here, let me guide you." Kelly could feel herself blushing as she took the warm hand of the beautiful Latina and resumed walking.

As they walked the tiny path through the woods the brush became thicker and the path, which was already difficult to see by flashlight in the dark, became less obvious, requiring the rest of the group to follow Zōlte and Kelly closely. The buzzing of the dog day cicadas faded and eventually the only sounds heard were the footfalls of the quintet stepping on the underbrush. The four college students exchanged nervous glances.

"You sure you know where you're going?" Brad asked.

"Of course," Zōlte replied. "It's just up ahead."

Zōlte's words soon proved true as the group emerged from the brush into a small glen with a ring of stones at the center surrounding some kindling, demarking a large firepit. Three large logs formed a triangular arrangement of benches around the firepit.

"Wow, it's so pretty," Kelly said as she looked up at the night sky.

Zōlte went straight to work starting the fire which seemed to roar into life with minimal effort on her part. Ivan passed out the drinks he had taken from the party to everyone as they sat down on the logs.

"So Zōlte, what do you have with you for us to have 'fun' with?" Rose asked.

Zōlte produced a small clay pot filled with water that had been sitting on the ground and placed it on the rocks around the campfire. She opened her satchel and brought out a small leather pouch. Inside the pouch were dried leaves and powders that she began pinching and sprinkling into the pot. "These are special plants and mushrooms that the Mexica used to commune with the divine. I am making us a sacred tea to drink."

"Oh damn!" Kelly exclaimed. "So it's like psilocybin or peyote or some shit like that?"

"Along those lines. It has to be mixed with just the right quantities and boiled for just the right amount of time to reach full potency."

"Well by all means, work your magic!" Ivan said with a grand flourish of his arms as Rose giggled.

As midnight passed the group chatted, drank the alcohol, and stargazed. Rose suggested that since it was Halloween they should tell ghost stories around the fire, and each of the college friends took turns telling a campy story that had them all groaning and laughing as Zōlte listened and stirred the tea.

Finally it was Kelly's turn to tell a story and she went into a cliched children's "horror" tale, using the light of her cell phone to illuminate her face that she comically contorted. Her voice rose with the climax of her story. "... When she got out of the car she looked back... and hanging off the rear door handle was... a bloody hook!"

Brad, Rose, and Ivan all laughed while Zōlte sat across the fire staring intently, a slight smirk on her face. "That was very amusing, Kelly," she said as she turned her attention back to the clay pot. "The tea is ready."

She produced five small cups from her satchel and used the ladle to fill each one. She took the first to Kelly and as she handed it to her, she placed her free hand on the side of Kelly's face, cupping it gently.

"Th-thank you," Kelly stammered as she swallowed hard. "Maybe I'm just desperate and hoping to shoot my shot, but can I kiss you?"

"Where I'm from, public displays of affection are strictly forbidden," Zōlte replied as Kelly was crestfallen. She saw the look on Kelly's face and glanced at the rest of the group then smiled. "But given that we're not exactly in public, I'm sure it would be fine."

She leaned down and pressed her lips against Kelly's and the two shared a passionate kiss for several seconds. Even in the poor light afforded by the fire, Kelly's cheeks visibly flushed. When Zōlte finally pulled away, Kelly remained frozen in stunned silence, her eyes glazed over.

Zōlte retrieved the next cup and brought it to Rose.

"Damn! Do we all get a kiss with our drinks?" Brad asked.

"If you would like one, then yes." she replied as she looked at Rose with raised eyebrows and a sly smile.

"Uh, no kiss for me, thanks," Rose said as she took the cup from Zōlte and immediately changed the subject. "These are very pretty cups."

"They are xicalli. Traditional drinking vessels made from gourds."

"Aw who fucking cares what the cup is?" Brad laughed. "Just tell me if the drink in the cup is going to fuck me up!"

Zōlte smiled. "It definitely will."

Next was Ivan, Zōlte brought him his cup and looked him in the eyes. He stared at her for several seconds before a wide-eyed Rose gave him a kick in the ankle, snapping him back to reality. "Oh, yeah, no kiss for me either," he stammered as he took the cup from her. "Thanks."

When she brought Brad his cup, he stood up, grabbed the back of her head, and planted his lips on hers, sticking his tongue into her mouth. She leaned fully into the kiss and the pair French kissed for several moments before she broke away from him.

"Fuck," Brad said breathlessly as he took his cup and sat back down. "You are a great kisser! But it's weird... you don't taste like anything."

"The tea will give you all the flavor you desire," Zōlte said coyly as she walked back to her side of the fire. She sat down and picked up her own cup, spilling a small amount on the ground in front of the fire before taking it to her lips.

"Who are you pouring one out for?" asked Brad.

"Tlaltecuhtli."

"Who?"

"A friend," she replied.

"Who cares who it is," Kelly said in a gruff tone, admonishing Brad. "It's a sweet gesture." She then poured a small amount of her tea onto the ground in front of her. The others followed her lead, and then raised their cups to each other.

"Cheers!" the group said in near-unison as they started sipping their piping hot beverages.

"While you enjoy the tea, why don't I tell a story?" Zōlte offered.

"Hell yeah," Rose said. "Hopefully it's something really scary!"

Zōlte stood up from her log and faced the group, the firelight dancing across her face. Her strange white garments seemed to glow ethereally. She cleared her throat and began.

"Once there was a woman named Xochitl. She lived outside the village in a small house where she tended a large flower garden. Every week she would select her most beautiful flowers and take them to market and sell them to the townsfolk for decoration, perfumes, and use in festivals. Xochitl was a woman of much physical beauty and the town elders wanted her to marry and have children, but she rebuffed their requests, opting to devote all her love to her garden."

"This is a weird start to a horror story," Ivan said as he glanced at Rose, who nodded in agreement. Looking past her he noticed Kelly leaning forward and staring intently at Zōlte.

"This actually sounds really interesting," Kelly said, not taking her eyes off the narrator.

Zōlte continued. "It's not that Xochitl lacked interest in the desires of the flesh... quite the contrary; she loved exploring her body and its pleasures. She was secretly thrilled by the phallic shapes of some of the mushrooms she grew, and how many different flower blossoms resembled her own secret flower between her legs. She would lovingly trace the petals with one hand while probing her own womanhood with the other. Over time, she found that she couldn't tend to her garden without being aroused and started performing her work in the nude.

"One day she was rubbing her womanhood while gardening and her juices sprayed forth and covered several of the plants. The next morning she noticed that the plants that received her gift had grown bigger and stronger. She fondled her breasts and milk sprang forth to further nourish her garden. These actions only made her fall more deeply in love with her plants."

"This is a fucked-up story," Ivan interrupted.

"Fucked-up, but kind of hot," Rose added.

"What's fucked-up is how I'm starting to feel from this drink," Brad announced as he downed the last of his cup.

"Shut up, assholes!" Kelly snapped in a hushed tone, her gaze still focussed on Zōlte.

"Over time, Xochitl started coming to the market more infrequently, but the flowers and produce she brought with her were superior in quality and size to any other gardener. The town elders would ask what was keeping her away, but she refused to answer out of fear of how they'd react if they knew her secret.

"Back at home she would walk naked through the garden, allowing the branches and leaves to caress her womanhood, giving in to her desires several times a day and feeding the vines of her gourds with the copious quantities of milk from her bosom. She would deeply inhale the pollen of the plants and gently lick the morning dew off their petals and leaves.

"One day, as she was making her rounds, a rival gardener named Metztli approached unseen, hoping to learn the secrets of Xochitl's gardening success. She was shocked to see Xochitl walking naked through the garden, lovingly caressing the flowers and milking her own breasts onto the gourd vines.

"Metztli snuck in closer to get a better view, but as she stepped into Xochitl's garden a vine suddenly wrapped around her ankle and held her fast. Her struggles to escape only entangled her further and her cries alerted Xochitl to her presence.

"Once discovered by Xochitl, Metztli accused her of witchcraft and dark magic. Xochitl tried to explain how her juices made the plants grow but Metztli wouldn't believe her. Determined to prove it, Xochitl ripped Metztli's skirt off her body and exposed her womanhood to the garden. Stroking and rubbing it lovingly like she did with her flowers and her own womanhood, she soon drew the struggling Metztli to orgasm, and her juices watered the vines that constrained her. Upon receiving Metztli's gift, the vines grew larger and tighter.

"Metzli was even more terrified and vowed to tell everyone in town of Xochitl's wickedness. Sensing Xochitl's panic, the vines grew more numerous around Metzli. Xochitl begged Metzli to swear to secrecy to save her life, but Metzli refused, warning Xochitl that eventually her garden would turn on her. The vines then strangled Metzli to death, and the plants grew upon her body immediately, concealing and devouring it, feeding off her blood and bile.

"Xochitl's initial horror of the event soon gave way to enthrallment over the flowers that grew out of Metzli's corpse and bloomed. Their delicate petals remarkably resembled the folds of Metzli's labia, and Xochitl would spend hours lovingly stroking the petals while mirroring the same movements on her own womanhood.

"Despite the increased size and quality of produce that Metzli's corpse gave the garden, the townspeople visited Xochitl's stand less and less to trade when she came to town. The mysterious disappearance of Metzli and the unnatural bounty of Xochitl's garden was a breeding ground of rumors for the suspicious townspeople.

"But these misfortunes bothered Xochitl not, for she had her garden, which had become so large it had overtaken her house. With the increased size, Xochitl was finding it harder and harder to pleasure herself enough and produce enough milk to sate the desire of the plants. As she walked through the garden, she was finding it more difficult to traverse as vines would tangle around her feet and try to wrap around her legs. Even with Metzli's warning still in her mind, Xochitl was unworried and pressed on, lost in the rapture of the absolute lust she held for her garden.

"Eventually, Xochitl stopped coming to the market. The elders sent a group of strong men to investigate. Upon reaching Xochitl's home, they found it overgrown and had to use axes to cut through the vines in the doorway. There they found her naked against the wall above her bed, her wrists fastened by vines, her legs held spread and her most secret flower, her womanhood, on full display for the men, leaking its juices onto the plants growing on her bedding. More vines were wrapped around her breasts, above. They squeezed milk out of them which dripped onto the leaves and followed the twisting vines to the ground below.

"As the horrified men surveyed the scene, they found that Xochitl's eyes were gone, replaced by beautiful flowers that grew in her sockets. The bravest among them approached the bed to cut her down in order to give her a proper burial but was startled when she began moaning in pleasure, for she was still alive! At that moment, vines started trying to wrap themselves around the legs of the men.

"Terrified, they fled the house and set it and her garden on fire. Xochitl burned alive, crying out in orgasm as the fire consumed all. Some believe that from her ashes sprang forth many plants with aphrodisiac qualities, but most dared never to approach her home again."

Zōlte sat back down on her log and took another sip of the tea. At first the only sound was the crackling of the fire, but it soon became apparent that someone was breathing heavily. Brad, Ivan, and Rose all slowly turned to Kelly. She had one hand on her stomach and the other against her breast.

"Kel... you okay, hon?" Rose asked.

Kelly looked back at the group, tears running down her cheeks. "That was the most beautiful and fucking hot story I've ever heard!"

"Really?" Ivan asked, puzzled.

"It just... resonated with me," Kelly replied as she stood up. Facing the group, she reached down and unzipped the miniskirt, letting it drop to the ground. "I can't explain it, but I badly need to show you all my flower and lovingly stroke its petals!"

The pink thong she was wearing underneath soon followed the skirt and her closely-cropped landing strip of pubic hair was exposed. She carefully lifted one leg out of the clothing and put her foot up on the log, exposing her pussy to everyone, only a few feet from Rose's face. She reached down and spread her labia open, her wetness glistening in the firelight.

Ivan's gaze was transfixed on the spectacle. "The fuck?"

"Holy shit!" Brad exclaimed.

"Kelly... what the fuck are you doing?" Rose said. In the back of her head she felt like she should stand up and protect her best friend's modesty, but the shock at seeing Kelly naked for the first time and a sudden flush of warmth through her body kept her sitting still and as transfixed as the men were.

"Rose, I've always wanted to show you this," Kelly replied as she slowly turned her hips to show herself off to her friend. "I want so badly to see and touch yours, too!"

"But... but Kelly, you know I'm not a lesbian. I'm not even bi... I'm with Ivan. I'm..." Her voice trailed off as she stared at Kelly's gyrating, dripping pussy as Kelly fingered her clit. Rose suddenly realized her hand had slipped between her legs and was starting to rub her own pussy through the black catsuit.

Ivan looked down at Rose's lap. "What the hell? What are you doing, Rose?"

"I don't know. Kelly... what about Zōlte?"

"It's you, Rose. It's always been you, and I think you've always known it. Please. I need it so badly."

Rose reached up and grabbed the zipper to her catsuit, pulling it down to her stomach. She then pulled the suit off her shoulders, revealing the pushup bra holding up her large 36DD breasts.

"You can have these. I know you've always admired them," Rose announced as she reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra. She paused briefly, thinking about the fact that nobody except Ivan had seen her topless before, but realized she didn't care. She let the bra fall away onto the ground and her breasts sagged downwards under their full weight. Her huge pink areolas were teardrop-shaped, and her nipples stiffened in the cool night air.

"Rose!" Ivan exclaimed. Rose ignored him.

Kelly knelt down on the log and started leaning in towards Rose's exposed breast, her mouth agape.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold up!" Brad suddenly yelled. Everyone froze.

"What?" Kelly asked, an annoyed look on her face.

"If ScarJo is showing off her great big titties I think Sailor Moon here should do the same."

Kelly's expression softened into a sly smile as she straightened upright and pulled the baseball tee over her head, throwing it on the ground by her skirt and panties. She didn't hesitate for a moment to pull off the black tank top she wore beneath the tee. There was no bra underneath. Her small breasts and perky brown nipples were being shown off to men for the first time and she didn't care at all. It was Rose's breasts she wanted.

She leaned back down and approached Rose's chest. Rose reached up and cupped Kelly's breast, finding her nipple between her thumb and index finger and pinching. Kelly gasped in pleasure before allowing her mouth to fall onto Rose's waiting nipple. She loudly slurped and suckled at Rose's teat while she played with her bare pussy. Rose in turn squeezed and fondled Kelly's breasts while rubbing her own pussy through her costume.

The men watched, frozen like deer in headlights, as the two women put on quite the show. After what felt like several minutes, the sounds of the campfire and the slurping and moaning were broken by Zōlte. "Would you like another story in the meantime?"

Wide-eyed, Ivan and Brad turned back towards Zōlte and nodded. Kelly took her now sopping wet hand away from her pussy long enough to give a thumbs up.

"Yes, please!" Rose moaned.

Zōlte smiled and leaned forward, raising her voice so everyone could hear her. "Once there was a woman. Everyone called her Red, but that was not her true name. It was a nickname the townsfolk gave her because she wore a beautiful bright red dress. But that was hardly the quality that defined her; she was also incredibly wise for her young age, chaste, and extremely virtuous. She spurned the wanton advances of the popular young men and was considered a role model amongst the young women in the town.

"Red lived in the town with her mother but her grandmother lived far away, in a remote dwelling in the woods. One day her mother tasked her with bringing food and supplies to her grandmother. However she warned Red about dangerous animals that prowled the forest at night and that she must be wary of strangers."

"Hold up, hold up, hold up," Brad interjected, turning away from the encounter between Rose and Kelly for the first time to face Zōlte. He shook his head, trying to clear the fog. "This sounds like Little Red Riding Hood."

"I'm not familiar with that story," Zōlte said, one eyebrow raised. "Shall I continue?"

A moan from Rose recaptured Brad's attention. "Uh yeah. Yeah sure," he mumbled as he limply waved for her to resume.

"Red travelled to her grandmother's house in the early morning and they shared a midday meal together before Red left to return home. On the journey back she happened upon a woodsman near a riverside. He was unlike any man she had seen before; tall, strong, and very beautiful, with a body hairier than most men she had seen. She was immediately smitten by him. They spoke at length and she learned his name was Eztli. He told her he had to return to his home at night and they parted company with her resuming her journey back to her mother's house in town. She told no one of her encounter but dwelled upon it in her bed at night as she pleasured herself.

"Determined to see Eztli again, Red volunteered to regularly take supplies to her grandmother's house. She would seek him out at their spot by the river and spend her days with him. They were falling in love, but Eztli refused to go into town with Red or accompany her to her grandmother's house. Desperate for his touch, she begged to give her virginity up to him, but he spurned her advances and wouldn't allow her to come with him to his house at night, sending her back home before it got too dark. She began to secretly worry that Eztli had another woman with whom he would make love to at night.

"This went on for weeks, with Red becoming more and more inflamed by the passion of her loins and increasingly suspicious, until she could bear it no longer and confronted him on his evasiness. Eztli then confessed to her that he had been cursed by a dark wizard when he was a boy and that he was now a Nagual; a shape-shifter who at night would turn into his animal form, the wolf. He would not make love to her for fear of passing the curse on, and warned her that she must never see him at night for she would surely die.

"Red had fallen in love with Eztli and agreed to keep his secret, lest the superstitious townsfolk send hunters to find and kill him. However she did not believe the story herself and instead assumed it to be a misdirection to keep her from discovering the other women she feared he was bedding each night.

"That evening was a full moon, so after her mother had fallen asleep, Red snuck out of town and into the forest determined to find Eztli. When she reached their spot at the river, she was surprised to find another young woman from her town named Coaton bathing in the moonlight at the river's edge.

"Enraged, Red stormed into the clearing shouting at Coaton and accusing her of stealing Eztli from her. Coaton was startled by Red's sudden appearance, embarrassed at being caught naked, and denied knowing who Eztli even was. Red refused to believe her, yelling and cursing at her. She ceased only when an unearthly howl emanated from the forest.

"Coaton was scared by the noise but Red accused her of inventing the story of the Nagual with Eztli to keep them apart. Upon hearing the word 'Nagual', Coaton became terrified and urged Red to keep quiet and flee back to town with her; lest they be killed.

"Unswayed, Red continued her verbal assault of Coaton. The crashing of bushes in the forest made it clear that something large was approaching them, but Red believed it was Eztli trying to scare her off so he could make love to Coaton. Refusing to allow her to have Eztli, Red picked up a rock off the riverbank and struck Coaton in the face. Coaton fell onto the edge of the riverbank, landing face first in the water. She remained where she landed, unmoving, as the blood from the wound in her head darkened the shimmering water around her.

"With the beast quickly approaching, Red convinced herself that her desires for Eztli, and his love for her, would overcome the curse. She tore her red dress from her body and laid it out on the riverbank like a blanket. Laying nude upon it, she spread her legs to the forest and awaited her lover, rubbing her womanhood in anticipation. After all, what beast could resist her flesh?

"Soon the beast burst into the clearing, snarling and salivating. It was indeed Eztli, but in the moonlight he looked bigger, hairier, and his visage was one of enraged madness befitting a wild animal more than a man. He looked down upon Red's nude body, spread, moist, and awaiting him. She penetrated herself with her own fingers before him, on the verge of orgasm. For a moment their eyes locked in the moonlight and she begged him to take her."

"Did... did he fuck her? Fuck her like an animal?" Rose asked, breathlessly as she masturbated harder.

Zōlte pursed her lips and shook her head. "No. As Red climaxed and cried out in ecstasy the beast fell upon her and killed her immediately, tearing her body apart and devouring her heart."

"Damn!" Brad exclaimed.

"When both Red and Coaton didn't return home the next day, the townsfolk sent out a search party. They found the partially-eaten corpse of Coaton at the riverbank, but all they found of Red was her torn red dress, stained with blood. Eztli was never seen again."

As Zōlte finished her story and leaned back, Ivan looked back to see that Rose had pulled the rest of her costume, along with her panties, down to her ankles and was kicking them both off her legs. He had never seen Rose fully naked before. She had a full bush, but neatly trimmed, and her light red pubic hair seemed to glow in the light of the fire.

"Damn! Homegirl's a natural!" Brad exclaimed, leaning forward to get a better look between Rose's legs.

"Rose!" Ivan cried in a mixture of shock and growing arousal. "What are you doing?"

Her chest rose and fell with heaving breathing. "Ooh Ivan... I can't take it any longer. I need you to fuck me," she moaned. "Now! I can't wait another minute!"

Forgetting whatever vows of chastity he had made and the audience around them, Ivan began unbuttoning his flannel shirt and unzipping his jeans. "Right now? Are you sure about this?"

"Yes. I've wanted to be fucked by you for so long and I can't let Kelly, or Zōlte, any of those bitches get you first. You have to give it to me!"

"Wait!" Kelly exclaimed. Rose turned to her as Ivan continued to strip. She was staring intently at Rose's soaking wet pussy. "Ever since we've known each other I've dreamed of seeing you naked. But now that I have, I want more! Please let me taste your pussy!"

Rose looked into the eyes of her best friend as she begged. This time there was no feeling of shame or internal protestation or even a sense of heterosexual norms. She just smiled at Kelly, placed a hand on the side of her face, and guided her around as she moved off the log and knelt between Rose's legs. Kelly nustled her nose into Rose's public hair and inhaled, taking in the scent of Rose's most intimate body part. Then she stuck out her tongue and started playfully tracing along the labia and flicking at the clit until Rose couldn't stand it any further and pressed Kelly's face hard into her pussy. Kelly immediately started licking and exploring, slurping up Rose's juices.

Ivan, who had stripped down to his briefs in record time, stood before the pair. "I'm ready," he announced.

Kelly pulled her now wet mouth away from Rose's pussy long enough to take a deep breath and said "not yet!". She dove back into Rose's womanhood as Rose let out a squeak of delight. Kelly reached up with one hand to cup and squeeze the breast she was previously sucking on, and stretched the other arm out and reached Ivan's waist, groping until she found his erect cock and started stroking him through his underwear.

"Fuck!" Ivan groaned at her touch. He had jerked off many times to fantasies of Kelly, but this was somehow better than any fantasy he had come up with on his own before.

"Damn, girl! You give handjobs? I thought you were a dyke!" Brad exclaimed.

"I'm just paying rent to Ivan," she replied as she came up for air a second time. "And Ivan, you are way bigger than I ever thought you'd be!"

Eventually Rose couldn't wait any longer and gently pulled Kelly's face away from her pussy. Kelly slowly stood up, pausing to kiss Rose, and for the first time Rose tasted herself on another woman's face, which only made her hornier. After they embraced, Kelly turned to Ivan and removed his underwear, exposing his thick six inch cock standing at full attention, then stood back and smiled at him, giving him the green light to proceed.

Rose laid back onto the log, oblivious to whatever discomfort such a position might bring, and spread her legs, as Ivan positioned himself between them. She parted her pussy lips as he directed his tip to the entrance and with a single thrust, Rose's virginity was taken. Ivan howled in the delight of the moment and the amazing feeling of Rose's pussy gripping onto his cock. He started thrusting repeatedly and soon got into a proper rhythm as they both grunted and moaned in unison.

Kelly stood back, watching her best friend fucking, her face covered in Rose's juices. She was playing with her own pussy with one hand and pinching her nipple with the other.

Despite almost completely lost in ecstasy, Rose looked over and saw Kelly standing there. "Kel... come here... let me taste your flower."

"Really?!" Kelly exclaimed excitedly, a huge smile appearing on her face.

Rose nodded affirmatively then her eyes glazed over as she moaned in pleasure. Not needing to be told twice, Kelly quickly walked up, and straddled the log and Rose's face, lowering herself gently. The moment her bare pussy touched Rose's face she began passionately kissing it, licking her lips between kisses to taste the juices that were now all over her mouth and chin, mixing with her own that Kelly had transferred during the kiss. Soon she opened her mouth fully and allowed her tongue to explore the mysteries of Kelly's pussy. Somewhere, deep in the back of her mind, it occurred to her that she never thought she'd eat out another woman, let alone Kelly, but the thrusting of Ivan's throbbing cock and her quivering pussy quickly vanquished any rational thoughts.

Ivan couldn't believe he was finally fucking Rose, as well as having a three-way with Kelly. He reached out and grabbed Kelly's small breasts and steadied himself with her body while thrusting into Rose. Kelly in turn was so mindblown by the oral administrations of Rose that she didn't even care that Ivan was groping her tits and instead placed her hands on his to help him steady himself and to reassure him that her body was free to be touched as well.

While all this transpired, Zōlte walked over to Brad and looked up at the eastern sky, which was starting to lighten with the approach of dawn. "There is still some time left."

"Time... time for what?" Brad asked, not taking his eyes off the three way happening a few feet away from him. So transfixed was he that he didn't even notice that Zōlte had stripped out of her clothes before approaching him, and was completely naked.

She leaned down and whispered in his ear. "Time for one more story."

Her closeness startled Brad and he looked away from his friends and realized Zōlte's condition. Her breasts were small but firm, and her dark brown areolas came off the ends of her breasts like cones, ending at her rock hard nipples in the cool night breeze. The surface of her flawless skin was only broken by the mound of jet black pubic hair obscuring her pussy from view at such a close angle. At first he thought that the firelight was dancing across her naked body, but he soon realized that he could see the fire through her body, as if she was partially transparent. Brad put any initial confusion of her state out of his mind as he felt his cock get harder.

"Holy shit! Want to fuck?"

Zōlte reached up and put her hands on Brad's shoulders. "Let me tell you my story first, and if you still want to fuck me, I'll give myself to you."

"Deal," Brad said without a moment's hesitation.

Zōlte stepped between the group and the flames, and ran her hands over her body gently as she started speaking. Despite the fact that the campfire was behind her, her eyes seemed to flash as if being lit by the flames. Brad stood dumbfounded while Kelly, Rose, and Ivan quieted down their moans to listen to her as they continued to fuck.

"There once was a man named Huelitl, a great and powerful warrior of renown. He was undefeated in battle, and feared no man or god, having no superstitions. When not fighting he played games and gambled, taking on any challenge and always emerging victorious. Against all the men in town he was the tallest, the strongest, and rumoured to have the largest manhood. Thus he enjoyed the pleasures of any woman he wished. Indeed, such was his stature that he could lay with the wives of lower city officials without challenge or reprimand.

"Heulitl reveled in his sexual conquests even more than his victories on the battlefield and each night he would take a different woman, sometimes multiple, into his bed."

"I like this guy already," Brad snickered.

"Then one day there was a large festival in the town and people came from all over the surrounding countryside to attend. Heulitl participated wholeheartedly in these events, especially because they brought new varieties of women for him to enjoy.

"On the second evening of the festival, he was attending a feast in the center courtyard along with most of the town. Standing alone off to one side was a woman he had never seen before. She was strikingly beautiful, perhaps the most lovely woman he had ever seen. She had large breasts and round hips. Her hair was decorated with flowers and her eyes burned bright in the light of the festival lanterns. Heulitl vowed to take this new woman to his bed that night and approached her the way he approached all his conquests; standing tall and strong so as to be as imposing a figure as possible.

"Most women in that situation would either be overcome by fear or their own wanton desires but this new woman was unusually stoic and simply smiled slyly at him upon his approach. He tried to introduce himself but the woman already knew who he was. Figuring his reputation preceded him, he told her she would be joining him in his bed that evening."

"And what'd she say to that?" Brad asked, as he unconsciously adjusted his cock and lightly stroked it through his pants.

"She laughed and warned him that it would be unwise for him to pursue her, because she was the Queen of the Jaguars and he would not survive a night with her.

"Heulitl laughed at this woman's mad claim, and again requested she come to his bed. He told her he didn't believe in such superstitious nonsense and that after he shut her up by having her pleasure him with her mouth, he looked forward to making her cry out from the power of his manhood inside of her. For he was greatest at everything, including intercourse.

"But the Jaguar Queen was not perturbed by his rude words and gave him one last warning. Ignoring her again, he demanded she come to his bed. She finally agreed, with one condition: she would use magic to swap genitals with Heulitl, then fuck him with his own member. She said if he had the strength to avoid giving in to the pleasure, she would restore his manhood and give herself to him willingly. But should he become tamed by his own genitals, they would remain her property forever and he would join her collection of defeated men; a slave bound to her for eternity."

Ivan stopped grunting long enough to briefly turn to Zōlte. "That's fucked up!" He then turned his attention back to his thrusts into Rose's pussy. He leaned forward and pulled Kelly in close to start kissing her while she continued to ride Rose's face.

Brad had stopped watching the group sex some time ago and was completely focussed on the naked storyteller. "What did he do? Did he accept the challenge?"

"Of course he did. He never would turn down a challenge, especially from a woman. Besides, he didn't believe in magic. He accepted her challenge without a thought, anticipating adding her to his collection of women he had his way with.

"They at once quit the courtyard and retired to his home. At his bedside he removed the Jaguar Queen's clothes and saw that her body was more beautiful and perfect than any woman alive. Excitedly disrobing in front of her, he presented his giant erection, anticipating her to fall to her knees and suckle upon it like every woman before her.

"Did she suck that cock?" Kelly moaned as briefly parted her lips from Ivan's.

"No. Instead the Jaguar Queen recited an ancient incantation and grabbed Heulitl by the testicles. To his shock he felt his member deflate and his testicles shrink away in the palm of her hand. He looked down and saw in amazement that his manhood now appeared to be growing out of the Jaguar Queen's crotch. Terrified he backed away and reached down between his legs but there was now the Jaguar Queen's genitals instead."

"What the fuck," Rose said between moans as she pulled her mouth away from Kelly's pussy. "That's messed up!"

"No," Brad responded, his eyes still fixed on Zōlte. "Please go on."

Rose giggled then returned her gaze to Kelly's crotch, sticking out her tongue and flicking at Kelly's asshole. Kelly squeaked in delight, running her hands up and down Ivan's arms, feeling the shape and firmness of his muscles, as he squeezed her tits and pinched her tiny brown nipples. Despite their carnal explorations of each other they were all still intently listening to the story.

"He tried to cry out for help," continued Zōlte, "But the Jaguar Queen effortlessly threw him down onto his own bed, and before he could make any further noise she thrust his member, now attached to her body, into his mouth, silencing him. He found his mighty strength had failed him and couldn't fight back against the small woman, who taunted and teased him. Initially he was repulsed by the assault to his face but as the thrusting continued he thought about how many women had been in his position and he soon felt a level of acceptance wash over him. He began sucking and bobbing his head in rhythm with the Queen.

"She then pulled out of his mouth and before he could come to his senses she pushed him onto his stomach and raised his ass into the air. Unable to physically resist her, he cried out that he was the greatest man in the city and had never lost a challenge before. The Jaguar Queen responded that he was no longer a man, and ran her fingers over the womanhood now between his legs, revealing the wetness, as proof. She guided his former member to the dripping labia and, ignoring his pleas for mercy and apologies for his rudeness, she thrust into him.

"Heulitl now experienced what every woman he had ever been with before had felt; his member filling him up and generating waves of pleasure he had never been able to know before as a man. His body betrayed him quickly, and he began rocking his hips in rhythm with the Queen's thrusts. Despite the new sensations that risked overwhelming him, his mind still sought to defeat her and win her challenge. He defiantly announced that even if she used his member to fill him with seed, he would not give in to her and be tamed by it. He even became more fluid and womanlike in his movements, using his gifted womanhood to grip and squeeze the invading member more effectively than the most lascivious woman he had ever known.

"A strange but familiar sensation was soon building within him from the combination of his movements and her thrusting, a feeling he secretly didn't want to end, but he could feel the member pulsing within him and he knew the Queen was about to lose.

"He boasted of his imminent victory to try and hasten her loss, but the Jaguar Queen had kept a secret from Heulitl which she then revealed; while his member was indeed attached to her body, it was still driven by his desires. The fact that it was hard and ready to seed his own body while he gyrated like a woman upon it revealed that he secretly longed to be dominated like a woman, enjoyed having a woman's genitals, and desired to be a slave of the Jaguar Queen.

"This revelation caused an explosion in Heulitl's body and he cried out and tensed up, his new labia grabbing hold of his pulsing member that was deep inside him. He had lost, and he loved it. Immediately after that thought entered his mind, his member responded, exploding deep inside him and filling him with his own seed. It was a new experience for him, but one he now hoped to relive and again and again.

"The Queen pulled out of him and he fell flat onto the bed in exhaustion. Looking down at her naked body, he saw that she no longer had his member attached to her and that her genitals had returned to normal. Reaching down between his legs he discovered that the female vulva remained, his seed leaking out of it onto his thighs.

"Heulitl asked the Jaguar Queen where his member was and she informed him that having lost the challenge that she had absorbed its power and he was now to remain that way forever. Suddenly two large, naked men entered the room. Heulitl looked and saw they too had women's genitals between their legs. The Queen told him that those men were going to take him to her temple and train him how to properly pleasure her and her higher-ranking slaves. Completely defeated, Heulitl hung his head in shame as they dragged him away, and he was never seen again."

As she finished the story, Zōlte had picked up her satchel and moved around the campfire to end up standing once again before Brad. "So what do you say, Brad? Do you still want to fuck me?"

"I... I'm the best athlete," Brad stammered.

"Yes, you are."

"I've fucked dozens of women."

"Unmatched among your peers, no doubt. But...?"

"But I think... I never had the courage to say this before... but I really want that to happen to me."

"What do you mean? Tell me, Brad. Tell all of us."

Brad swallowed hard and glanced at the group, who had paused their three-way, still intertwined, to watch him as he spoke. "I want you to turn my cock into a pussy and fuck me into submission."

He lowered his voice, as if he feared sounding foolish. "Are... are you the Jaguar Queen? Can you use your magic on me?"

Zōlte laughed, and the other three resumed their fucking. "I am not the Jaguar Queen. She only exists in a story."

Brad's face took on an absolutely dejected countenance following her words as he blushed in shame. He was going to say something but Zōlte placed her finger on his lips and prevented him from speaking. She reached into her satchel with her other hand.

"However, I can help you make part of your wish come true," she said. Pulling her hand from her satchel she revealed a large, jade dildo carved with Aztec artwork.

"What is that?" Brad said, his eyes widening.

Zōlte took his hand and led him in before the group. "It is the cock that will fuck you into submission. Kelly, could you lubricate this, please?"

Kelly smiled. "Of course, Zōlte." She dismounted from Rose's face and stood naked before Brad and Zōlte. She took the stone dildo and without taking her eyes off Zōlte's face, guided it between her legs and inserted it into her pussy. She worked it in and out, covering it in her pussy juices, before eventually withdrawing it and holding it up before them, the soaked stone glistening in the firelight.

Zōlte began undressing Brad, pulling his jersey off and tossing it onto the pile of clothes previously shed by the others. Kelly and Rose watched with keen interest as she pulled down his pants, exposing his long and thick cock. Rose giggled in delight while Kelly just muttered "wow!".

Walking around in front of Brad, Zōlte wrapped her hand around his cock. "This is the last time a woman will touch your manhood, Brad, and I am only doing so to use it as a leash to lead you to your destiny. Are you ready?"

"Y-yes," Brad stammered as his muscular body quivered from the rush of his complete submission.

"Would you like the honour of taming Brad?" she asked Kelly.

Kelly's face lit up in delight. "Oh yes! Thank you!" She walked back to Rose and stepped over her and straddled her face once again, this time with her back to Ivan. She gently lowered her light body down as Rose once again licked and slurped at her pussy and sucked on her clit. Kelly's body shivered at the contact.

Zōlte walked ahead of Brad, using his cock as a lead to guide him towards the log. Brad's buff body seemed sunk in on itself as he hung his head like a scolded child and dutifully followed along. Once there he straddled the log with his back to the fucking trio. Zōlte released his cock, reached up, and guided his torso to bend forward until his face was resting on the log and his ass was in the air.

"It's almost a shame," Zōlte whispered in his ear before backing away. "You probably would have been a good fuck. But I don't have the time."

She then nodded at Kelly, who took the jade dildo, drenched in her juices and slowly placed the tip at Brad's anus. Brad gasped and trembled in anticipation, and gripped the sides of the log. Kelly slowly pushed the dildo into his asshole, and then slowly withdrew it. She then repeated the action, getting faster each time, until she was pounding his asshole. Rose was looking up at the spectacle from between Kelly's legs, and Ivan was leaning to the side to witness Brad's anal deflowering while he continued to fuck Rose as hard as he could.

Zōlte stood back and watched with a smile on her face, as tears of pain and joy ran down Brad's. "Thank you!" Brad called out. "Thank you for filling me up and making me a weak and helpless fucktoy!"

The group continued for several minutes; Ivan fucked Rose, Rose ate out Kelly, and Kelly was manually pegging Brad. They fell into a consistent rhythm and in the flickering light and shadow they looked like some undulating mass of sweaty flesh.

"I don't understand this," Ivan cried out after some time. "I've wanted to fuck Rose since I first saw her, and now I'm fucking her, and have been fucking her for like 30 minutes, but I haven't cum yet!"

"You don't get to orgasm until you hear my last story," Zōlte said. "Do you all want to hear it?"

They all answered a resounding "yes!", except for Rose, whose response was muffled by Kelly's pussy but still sounded affirmative. If any of them noticed that Zōlte was no longer casting a shadow and the campfire was obviously visible through her body, nobody said anything.

"As you all wish," Zōlte began, her eyes somehow glowing brighter than the firelight. As she spoke her voice seemed to be emanating from inside each of the group's heads instead of from her mouth. "This story, unlike all the others I have told you tonight, is true.

"It is the story of a Goddess of the Mexica, once beloved and worshipped by her people, who was given great power from their lust and subservience. There was balance and harmony and she was pleased. But one day strangers from a distant shore arrived with weapons and a religion that the people had never seen before, and those who weren't slaughtered were forced to adopt the strangers' language and ways. Over time the old ways were forgotten and the Goddess' power waned. Reduced to a mere spectre, she was forced into exile in a remote forest, watching over the surviving descendents of her former worshippers who did not even know her name.

"Now in the old days, the Mexica didn't venture beyond the great northern desert and the lands and peoples beyond were hidden to the Goddess. But a few decades ago the people the Goddess watched over travelled a great distance to start a new life here, and she followed them.

"The world she found here was unlike anything the Goddess had ever seen before. During the centuries of her exile a new empire had been founded along with great new cities and wonders like flying machines and self-moving carriages.

"But despite all the knowledge and power and development of this new empire, she found that the same carnal desires she had seen in her own people so long ago existed among the people of this time. Thus she set about manipulating a few select people, appearing to them as a night spirit, and tricking them into giving her their orgasm and their power.

"It has taken a long time, but after years and years of siphoning small amounts of power from nocturnal emissions, she built up enough energy to once again appear corporeal and walk among the living for one evening. She chose this evening, Halloween, sensing the rise in lust centering at the party where I met you. And you four outsiders, lustful in your own ways and in an unfamiliar place were the perfect people to approach. And at long last, Tlazōlteōtl shall have her revenge!"

"I don't understand," Brad moaned as Kelly angrily fucked his ass with the dildo.

"Give yourselves to me," Zōlte demanded, her voice growing in intensity and volume. "Give in to me and you shall be gifted the most incredible orgasm. It will last forever and you will know pleasure like never before. And you in turn will feed me and let me return to my former glory. All you have to do is give yourselves over to me and beg me to cum. You have been fucking for hours, let Tlazōlteōtl give you your release!"

"I don't know what's going on," Kelly said. "But I know I want to cum. I need to cum. If you can make it happen, Zōlte, then I'll give my orgasm and my whole self to you!"

"Yes! Zōlte, please let me fill Rose with my cum and take me!" Ivan echoed.

"I'll give you my cock and my orgasm," Brad pleaded.

Rose pulled her mouth away from Kelly's pussy. "I want to cum so bad! I can't stand it! Please let me cum! Zōlte, take me!"

Zōlte's voice grew exponentially in volume, piercing all their thoughts. "Then be purified by the flame and let your eternal orgasms feed my being!"

The campfire behind Zōlte suddenly doubled in size, as if someone had just poured gasoline on it. Her body had become near translucent but no one noticed as each member of the orgy screamed out in ecstasy simultaneously. Ivan began firing the biggest load of his life into Rose's pussy, as it clenched while her whole body shook. Despite Kelly's orgasm having her squirt all over Rose's face she kept drilling Brad's ass with the jade dildo as his cock started spraying cum all over the log. A high pitched screeching sound joined the screams and the flames from the campfire reached out through Zōlte's body and engulfed the bodies on the log.

As quickly as it happened, the flames were drawn back to the firepit and the campfire was extinguished, just as the first rays of sunlight pierced the eastern sky. The silence that had befallen the glen since the previous evening was broken as crickets began chirping again and the first calls of morning birds were heard.

A small wisp of smoke was all that remained of the campfire. Brad, Ivan, Kelly, and Rose were gone, leaving behind only their clothes on the ground and a few damp spots on the log they had all occupied a few moments before.

Standing before that log was Zōlte, or more formally, Tlazōlteōtl. She stood there, her eyes closed, as the first rays of sunlight fell upon her naked body, warming it and making her shiver. She tilted her head slightly. She could sense the quartet, their bodies burning in her fires of purity, their prolonged orgasm providing them infinite pleasure to counter the infinite pain. The power of their combined orgasms had allowed her to finally take a pure corporeal form during the daytime. She inhaled the morning air for the first time in centuries, and opened her eyes.

Her satchel was gone, as was the jade dildo, the clay pot, and gourd teacups, as they had been mere spectral projections. Her traditional Aztec dress had vanished also, but that didn't bother her as it was no longer in style, anyway. She walked over to the pile of discarded clothes and tossed items aside until she located Kelly's pink panties. She inspected the unfamiliar garment and realized she could still smell Kelly's odour on it, which caused her to smile, as it was the first scent of a woman she had encountered in hundreds of years. She stepped into the underwear and pulled it up to her waist. The fabric was unfamiliar to her and the elasticity and snugness of the garment surprised the Aztec goddess. She grew excited at the potential for many more new experiences in this time.

She soon found the rest of Kelly's costume and redressed herself as Mizore, minus the wig. Now that Halloween was over she hoped they would pass for everyday clothes until she was able to find replacements.

Fishing through the remaining garments, she found the keys to Brad's truck. She had noted that he needed them to make the vehicle move and she was excited at the prospect of where it might take her. She thought back to the four she had just taken. The energy she drew from them would sustain her in this form for weeks, possibly months. And they were just the beginning. Beyond the forest were giant cities, with millions of people in each, waiting to have their most lusty desires fulfilled in exchange for granting her power.

As she left the glen and started walking the path back to the truck, her nipples stiffened against the strange fabric that caressed her body as she moved. Tlazōlteōtl was going to purify these lands, restore her empire, and she would love every second of it.

She wondered who she would meet next.