All Natural (A Free Short)

Here's another short that takes place after the end of the Wanderlust Series. Originally this was actually going to be worked into the original ending to the series, but I figure that'd just be overkill and might diminish the climax.

Basically, in this one, Owyn gets seduced and fucked by the Goddess of Nature, Vivian.


Today had been a mysterious day, and, despite all the danger life in the wild tended to come with, Owyn still enjoyed a good mystery.

He had received another message from Bliss in his sleep, but this message was not like the ones he normally received on an approximate weekly basis. Normally, he was shown a woman and given instructions on where she was and how she required help. But last night, Bliss had simply instructed him to go to a certain spot in a certain forest and seek a shrine to another goddess. It was strange, but Bliss promised him it was for a good reason.

And who was he to doubt his goddess?

Especially a goddess he had actually had sex with?

His memories about that encounter were still a little foggy, which made enough sense, given that it was a real, live goddess interacting with him. That scale of power was beyond incomprehension. But he remembered enough to know that it was the best sex he'd had in his entire life. Maybe it was for the best, a kindness on Bliss's part. She knew that he would never meet a partner equal to her. So it was best that he didn't remember too much, or every other sexual encounter might be disappointing by comparison.

When Owyn had awoken this morning, he'd had a clear idea of where he was to go. It was a ways from his current location in the Sage Woodlands. He was to go up to a small, nameless forest, (or at least it had no name on any maps he'd seen), which was a good twelve hour walk. So, he'd gotten up, eaten breakfast, broke down his camp and set off. Owyn had gotten very good at walking great distances quickly over the past year. He'd paused once around noon to eat a quick lunch, then had kept up a brisk pace for the rest of the day.

Now he had entered the forest.

In a strange way, he knew where he was going. It was almost like an arrow inside of his head, pointing him towards his destination. He supposed it was a very helpful thing to have, though he knew it was an artifact of the Goddess he'd spoken with last night. It was a little creepy, being this easily influenced by something that much more powerful than him, but he tried to put it out of his mind. Instead, as he headed for his unknown destination, he thought about Krystal. When they'd reunited, or rather been reunited by Bliss, they'd split up after two weeks, and then he'd had his sexual encounter with Bliss, and some other women.

It had been a month since then.

Owyn wondered what Krystal was doing. As much as he connected to the women he made love with, there was nothing quite like the connection he had with the former Sister of Death. She wasn't the first woman he'd made love with, but she was the one who had gotten him started on his road of sexual exploration and liberation. And when they hooked back up...well, it was like magic. He didn't know how else to describe it.

As he pushed into a clearing, Owyn stopped and stared.

“Oh,” he murmured.

So this is what he'd been looking for. A stone statue stood in the middle of a clearing, resting on a stone disc. It was weathered and old, and plant life had grown over the edges of the stone platform. After a moment, Owyn realized what he was looking at. This was a monument to Vivian, the Goddess of Nature. She who had hold over the trees, the plants, the grass, the forests and the grasslands, and all those who resided within them. The nymphs, he'd learned earlier this year, were her disciples or her hands in the physical realm.

There were other creatures that paid her tribute and worship as well.

So, the big question was, why was he here? Why had Bliss sent him here? It seemed strange that one Goddess should send him to another.

Maybe...a dryad wanted to have sex with a human?

Suddenly, the air around him changed. Although nothing had been visibly altered, Owyn sensed the difference. The air was suddenly filled with a scent of all things natural: tree sap, flowers, a hundred different herbs and spices, honeysuckle and bright, warm sunshine. Everything seemed to feel heavier as well.

The sensation was not unlike the swollen heaviness of the air before a great storm arrives.

The statue changed. It was a slow process and Owyn watched in rapt fascination. Stone became skin, flat, hard eyes became real, sculpted hair grew into flowing fiery crimson strands. Within a minute, Owyn found himself staring up at the woman herself. She stared back at him, towering above him from her pedestal.

The woman before him was easily six and a half feet tall. She was fully naked but radiated nothing but perfect confidence and certainty. She had a very curvaceous build. Her thighs were thick, her hips were broad, and her breasts were large. Twigs, flowers, and leaves adorned her head in an almost, but not quite, chaotic manner. Her eyes blazed green, like the dryads he had made love with. They reminded him of health and vibrant energy and perfect spring days in the forest. It was the deepest green he'd even seen.

“Hello, Owyn,” she said, her voice resonating slightly. There was a tremendous power in her words, in her mere presence.

“Vivian,” he replied, and dropped to his knees almost without thinking about it. He bowed his head. What else could you do in the presence of a Goddess?

“You may rise, Owyn Fisher.”

Slowly, he regained his feet, and raised his eyes to meet hers. The only other time he'd felt this intimidated was when he'd met Bliss.

Vivian was smiling. As he once more gazed upon her face, he noticed that there were slightly odd angles and planes to it, giving her a strange appearance that was somehow both more and less than human.

“I imagine you're curious as to why you have been brought here.”

“Yes,” he replied awkwardly, still not quite able to meet her vibrant, blazing eyes.

“It's okay, Owyn. You can relax. Here, let me turn down my presence a little...” She seemed to focus, closing her eyes, and some of the intensity on the air fell away. Owyn took a deep breath and let it out. He felt like he'd been standing before a tsunami before, now he felt calmer as Vivian's presence lessened to something more easily endured.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

Vivian laughed easily. “I apologize. It's been a long time since I've been in the mortal realms. Now, to business. Although I suppose this can't really be called business. You've garnered my attention, Owyn. You've been sleeping with some of my people. With dryads, a harpy, a serpentine...”

“Yes, ma'am,” he replied, not sure what else to say.

“It's very rare that this happens. I know that, for the most part, my kind are not interesting in sex with anyone outside their own species. But sometimes it does happen, and I often feel sorry for them, due to the rarity of humans or elves or felis or beryl wishing to mate with what they refer to as 'lesser' or 'uncivilized' species. I do what I can, but playing matchmaker simply isn't my forte. So it pleases me when someone like you comes along.

“Now...as to why you are here, I spoke with Bliss and she told me about your sexual encounter with her. That made me think that, perhaps, I might indulge in a similar pleasure. Fornication between mortals and deities is...frowned upon in general, but not actively forbidden. And, I must admit, it's been a long time since I've indulged. So Bliss talked me into it after a little while and here we are. That's why you were summoned here, I wish to fornicate with you.”

“I...yes, ma'am,” Owyn replied.

Vivian laughed again. “You don't have to do this, Owyn. Nothing is compelling you. There will be no negative repercussions if you decline my offer.”

“No!” he replied immediately. “No...I want to do this. I definitely want to do this. I'm just...you're very intimidating. Not that that's necessarily a bad thing.”

“Okay, good then. If you'd like, we can begin now. This grass here is soft and warm and will serve us well as bedding,” she replied.

Owyn shrugged out of his pack, set it on the ground and kicked his boots off. He could feel the intense weight of Vivian's gaze as he got naked. Now that he knew what this was about, he studied her with a different eye. Her skin was smooth, bronzed, and flawless. Everything about her seemed almost streamlined, better than better, perfect. Her breasts were full, round, and very large. Her hips and thighs made him think of fertility and called to something deep and primal in him, something that made him desperately want to make love with her.

He tried not to be too intimidated as he stripped off his clothing.

“Oh,” he murmured, looking down at himself.

“What? Is something wrong?” Vivian replied.

“I'm, well, filthy. And sweaty. I've been walking all day.” He looked back up at her.

“Oh,” she replied, “that's an easy fix.” She casually raised her hand and suddenly he felt engulfed in warmth. It covered him from head to toe. It faded just as quickly as it had arrived and when it was gone, he realized that he was as clean as if he'd spent an hour scrubbing himself in a bath. He even smelled better, like flowers.

“There,” she said, then laid down. “Now, let's make love.”

“Yes, ma'am,” Owyn repeated, causing her to smirk up at him.

He took a moment to take in her long, impossible, voluptuous form, then laid down beside her. This was happening, he realized. This was actually going to happen. He was going to have sex with another Goddess. Laying against her, he could feel her sheer presence. It was like standing before a powerful storm or in front of a blazing fireplace. Gently, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Probably the only thing that gave him any kind of confidence was that, very slightly, she seemed a bit out of practice, very subtly awkward.

Kissing her was like being hit by lightning.

As their lips met, it was like his whole body was suddenly energized. His senses heightened and his awareness blossomed. He was intimately conscious of the way she felt against him, the smoothness and warmth of her flawless, tan skin as he rubbed against her. Owyn tentatively placed a hand on the swell of one large breast, then began to gently grope and massage it, loving the feel of it, loving the fact that he couldn't get his whole hand around it. Vivian slipped her tongue into his mouth and he immediately tasted crystal clear spring-water, strawberries, and honeysuckle, all the wonderful, glorious tastes of pure nature.

He groaned as they twined tongues. Touching her and kissing her was, in and of itself, an extremely erotic, extremely stimulating feeling. Her tongue twined with his own, wrestling with it as she became more into the session, more sure of her obvious dominance in the current situation. Owyn kept massaging her breasts, switching between them, completely enjoying feeling her up. After another few minutes of kissing and twisting tongues together, Owyn decided to start pleasuring her. He hoped that he even could.

He stopped kissing her briefly, then hesitated, gave her another lingering kiss and then slid down a little bit.

She watched him, a slightly bemused expression on her face, then he dragged his tongue across one of her nipples. At the same time, he slipped a finger down in between her thick thighs, then in between the taut lips of her pussy. Vivian made a small, happy sound of pleasure as he began to massage her clit with his fingertip.

“Ooh, yes. I'd forgotten the simple, basic pleasures of the mortal realm,” she moaned softly. “I've got to do this more often.”

Owyn took one of her perfect nipples into his mouth and began to suck gently on it, eliciting more pleased sounds of pleasure from the Goddess of Nature. He continued working on her for several minutes, deciding that he was going to pull out all the stops. How many times was he going to encounter an actual Goddess willing to fuck him? He switched between her large breasts, trying to give them both equal treatment, and switched between vigorously rubbing her clit or fucking her with his finger, pushing up into her most sensitive spot.

Finally, after a long while, his wrist was beginning to get tired. He got up and re-positioned himself, getting down in between her tremendous thighs, staring down at her smooth, perfect pussy. It didn't even really look like a vagina, in a way, it was more like an idealized pussy, a perfected fantasy of one.

He leaned in and spread the lips, then let his hot breath whisper out across the field of pink, glistening flesh. Then he touched the tip of his tongue against her clit and started to massage it gently. Vivian let out another long, low moan.

“I must say, you are quite skilled,” she murmured.

Invigorated, Owyn kept going. He began using more of his tongue, using what he'd learned over the past year of sleeping around and pleasuring women. He went slowly, gradually building up the speed with which he ate her out and the pressure of his tongue. Vivian was panting now, moaning loudly, her legs spread wide. He was very conscious of her tremendous thighs on either side of his head, and of her fingers as she ran them through his short hair, groaning in sexual bliss. He felt like this was going really well.

Finally, he slipped two fingers into her tight, pink opening and began fucking her with them. He wanted to get her off, almost needed to get her off. He'd invested a long time into the foreplay, almost three times the amount he normally did. Using his tongue and his fingers, he went all out of her, going as hard and fast as he could. Her moaning was getting louder and louder and louder. Just when he thought he was going to have to take a break, suddenly, Vivian let out a cry of tremendous sexual rapture and started to come.

He pulled back, watching the fruit of his labor as Vivian orgasmed. She let out a loud, long moan of absolute pleasure as a hot green spray of sex juices jetted from her pussy, staining the ground and her inner thighs. Her whole body trembled and twitched, all of her voluptuous form jiggling very pleasantly. Her eyes were closed and her hands were clenched into fists at her sides as she lost herself completely in the climax.

It went on for a full two minutes.

When it was over, she opened her eyes and sat up, facing him, smiling. “I must thank you,” she said. “That was something different. Something I've not experienced in a long time. Bliss was right to choose you as her disciple. Now, lay back, I'm going to return the favor. Believe it or not, I do have certain skills of myself.”

“I definitely believe it,” Owyn replied as he laid back.

Vivian got down in between his legs, resting her on her stomach, her face right up against his erect cock. She opened up her mouth and let her tongue snake out, then dragged it up along the bottom of his dick, up to the head. Owyn groaned as she started licking the head of his dick repeatedly, sending absolute bliss sizzling through his whole body. She continued licking for a long moment before putting his cock in her mouth and started to suck him off. She stared intensely directly into his eyes with her glowing green eyes as she started bobbing her head. Owyn let out another long moan as she did this, the pleasure was immense and immediate.

“I'm gonna come,” he groaned. The pure pleasure of getting sucked off by a Goddess blasted through any kind of defenses he normally had against coming too quickly. He was already on the verge of orgasm. “I'm gonna go in your mouth if you don't stop,” he warned her.

Vivian didn't stop sucking his dick.

The orgasm hit him like a battering ram.

He felt his whole body jerk as his dick let off the first volley of his seed in a violent kick, directly into Vivian's mouth.

“Oh, Vivian!” Owyn moaned, barely coherent as his dick continued kicking, his whole body jerking and jolting with each fresh throbbing pulse of his cock. His seed was forced from the tip of his dick and into a Goddess's waiting mouth while she continued sucking him dry. The orgasm seemed to go on and on and on, each fresh jolt sending a new wave of pure sexual bliss careening through his body, exploding into him from his core. Vivian was working his shaft with one hand and gently massaging his balls with her other hand, as if she was trying to get every single last drop of his seed out of him.

Slowly, Owyn came back to himself, feeling like he was floating in a pink sea of perfect, unfiltered bliss.

“Wow,” he murmured after a long moment.

Vivian sat up, grinning at him. “You seem to be enjoying yourself.”

“Yeah...”

“You wanna have sex now? I'm still horny. Also, I can't really be here for too long. I've got a pretty busy schedule,” she replied.

He wondered briefly what she had to do that couldn't be put off, or why she didn't simply freeze time or something else fantastic, but then immediately ignored the thought, because she was a Goddess, and probably not someone you doubted.

“Okay,” he replied. “I'll need a minute.”

“Let me help you with that,” Vivian replied.

She reached down and touched his cock with her fingertip. Immediately, he began to stiffen again, and, at the same time, he started to be filled with an intense, powerful lust. He had to keep himself from jumping on her. She laid on her back and spread her legs.

“Have at me,” she said, inviting him in.

Owyn quickly got down in between her legs, got his cock lined up with her pussy and pushed himself inside of her. Both of them moaned loudly as he penetrated her. Inside, she was hot, wet, and perfect. Her vagina conformed precisely to the size of his cock, making her incredibly tight, and it almost felt like her pussy was sucking his dick back in every time he pulled back. Owyn grunted as he began furiously driving into her, his whole body trembling, as if trying to contain the lust that was filling every corner of him.

“Oh, yes!” Vivian moaned. “I think I may have given you too much...” she murmured, though clearly she didn't seem to think this was necessarily a problem.

She groaned loudly as he screwed her brains out. It was as if his body had become a vessel for lust. He was full of energy to burn. He hungrily groped her body, her huge tits and her thick, enormous ass. Looking down, he watched his cock disappearing repeatedly into her perfect pussy in between her thick, tremendous thighs.

Vivian reached down between them and began to stimulate herself, rubbing her clit vigorously. A little bit later, she was coming again. Owyn let out another long, loud moan as a new level of pleasure hit him. Her muscles began to tremble and squeeze, making her even tighter. She grew hotter and wetter inside as she started to come.

“Oh yes! Oh yes! That's it...oh fuck!” Vivian moaned.

Owyn kept fucking her through her orgasm. His cock felt like a bar of steel, insatiable, but he could tell that he was building towards an orgasm, a powerful one, a tremendous one. As Vivian finished coming, her hot juices spraying his balls and thighs, Owyn continued plowing into her over and over again.

“Wow, you're full of energy,” she groaned.

“Gonna...come...soon...” he replied, breathing heavily now. His body was starting to get sore. He kept fucking her until, finally, his cock began to explode. Or that's what it felt like. His seed began to burst from his cock, deep into Vivian's flawless pussy, and she moaned as he began driving even harder into her, going deeper. Owyn let out loud moans and cries of pure pleasure as he abandoned himself to the orgasm.

This one began to fill him with so much pleasure that soon darkness was closing in around the edges of his vision and suddenly, he passed out.

When he came to, he was lying on his back, awash in a sea of tired pleasure. He thought he had never felt so tired in his life.

Vivian was sitting next to him, smiling benevolently down at him. “I'm sorry, Owyn. I imbued you with too much lust,” she said. “You can sleep here, in this clearing. I will protect you while you sleep.” She leaned down and kissed him. “Thank you for this, it was truly a joy to make love with you, Owyn Fisher.”

“Thank you,” he murmured. “Amazing sex...”

Vivian laughed, a musical sound. “Sleep now, Owyn.”

He nodded and felt his eyes beginning to close.

The last thing he saw before passing out was her flawless, smiling face. And then he was under, asleep, a smile on his face.