A peaceful place and a sensual scene.

Exploring the cabin was a good idea, as it happened. The shape of it was pretty typical of a small home. There was a single bedroom, a bathroom, a lounge area, and a kitchen. It was sort of modern in terms of amenities, but there weren’t any electronics. All of its plumbing seemed to be fully functional, though I wondered how that might be the case given that the cabin seemed to be in the middle of nowhere.

Aside from the main bedroom there was also a basement cellar with various foodstuffs in storage. I didn’t have the courage to test any of the food yet. The second floor contained two rooms, a spare bedroom and a study complete with writing desk and a wall dominated entirely by books on shelves. The most peculiar room, however, was adjacent to the kitchen area and I couldn’t really describe it as anything other than an alchemical workshop. There was a fire pit in the middle of the floor, on which a large pot sat. Around the walls were shelves of jars containing strange things and large workshop tables holding all kinds of glassware that wouldn’t look out of place in a chemistry set.

After admiring this workshop and speculating at its purpose for a while, I decided to step outside. I was a little conscious now of the fact that I had nothing to defend myself, so I tried to be quiet as I walked out. I was immediately greeted by the smell of nature, and a gentle night breeze caressed my cheeks. The only major light-sources were coming from the lantern-lit house behind me and the full moon hanging in the starry sky. The view was actually pretty amazing.

There was a stone-tiled path in front of the door leading out into the meadow, and lining this path were several stone lanterns with little mystical blue flames illuminating the walkway every ten feet or so. The path seemed to lead out into a thicket nestled against a cliffside some ways away. I decided that I may as well explore this path and at least see where it led. I still hadn’t found my Eternal Companion, and I was sort of eager to meet them.

I stepped along the path, trying to keep my footfalls as silent as possible; I also kept my eyes and ears open for any sudden noises or movements. Aside from the crickets, I didn’t hear much. There was a hoot from something that sounded like an owl, but who knew what it really was in this alien world. Before long I passed the tree-line of the thicket and was following the path between the trees. I noted a few patches where only the stumps of trees were standing and most of these had been converted into cute, well-crafted benches. I was starting to wonder if my companion had made all of this stuff, and if so, they were quite talented. There were also more than a few gardens full of the same red and white flowers from the meadow, and even a pond or two with swimming fish inside.

I began to hear the sound of running water ahead, and soon the source became evident. I had gotten pretty close to the cliffside by now, and through the trees I could see a gently trickling waterfall. The path was leading me straight for it, so I continued until I got there.

The path turned into stairs which made a sharp turn and led down onto a small private beach beside a crystal-clear shallow pool below the flowing water. I was struck by the natural beauty; the grotto was teeming with life and framed by dozens of beautiful flowers. The way the water sparkled from the rippling water and starlight above was breathtaking.

Speaking of breathtaking, I also spotted someone standing in the water; a beautiful woman with long, white, hair and alabaster skin. As soon as I noticed her, I ducked behind a boulder and continued to watch them with interest. I was utterly transfixed by her beauty. She was extremely curvy and totally naked.

She was just standing there, staring up into the night sky, but would occasionally make a sweeping gesture with her hand. When she did, a perfect sphere of water would be scooped up from the pool and into the air. She would then direct the sphere above her and let it slowly pour down onto her body to rinse it. She was bathing herself, it seemed, and here I was just watching and perving on her from a distance. I didn’t know if she was my companion or not, but I kind of hoped she was.

I felt my cock start to stiffen and I was immediately comforted by the fact that my cock did indeed grow bigger. It wasn’t huge, by any means, but it seemed to be a pretty decent length judging by the tent I was pitching in my shorts. Interestingly, the leather material of my bottom stretched to accommodate the erection perfectly and I didn’t really feel any of the discomfort I expected to feel. I might have wondered if that was why these clothes fit me so well in the first place, if not for the fact that I was shamelessly ogling the woman in the grotto.

She did not appear to notice me, and I was extremely horny now, so I quietly undid my belt and shorts and began masturbating my new cock feverishly. In the meantime, my eyes were glued to her.

By some strange coincidence, the moment I began to masturbate, she started focusing more on washing her large, soft-looking breasts. She rubbed them almost sensually with her hands, moving them in large, deliberate spirals across the jiggly flesh.

In my erotic haze I found myself desperately hoping this woman was my companion. If she was, that meant she was my ****, right? I really hoped she was, and if she wasn’t, well, I did have the egg on me. As my hand worked my shaft, a vision entered my mind of her lips wrapped around it, sucking and licking it with an eager expression on her beautiful face.

At that point another strange coincidence occurred. Just as I was imagining the oral activity, one of her hands lifted up to her lips and she slipped a few digits into her mouth. She began suckling them while her other hand continued caressing her breast quite intensely. She started at the base of her teat and worked it forward toward her nipple—almost as though she was milking it—over and over again. Her face had become flush, and I could hear her breath catch a few times. Was she masturbating? Was she getting off while only stimulating her tits and mouth? Both of her hands were definitely busy; neither were between her legs.

The idea that she might be able to masturbate like this was helping to drive me closer to orgasm, especially when I imagined being able to drive her to orgasm just by titfucking her. Whatever she was thinking about down there seemed to be working. Just as I was starting to think we might even climax at the same time, it happened.

I ejaculated, a single long rope shot from my tip and onto the ground with a surprising amount of ****. I actually heard the stream of sperm hit the ground with a wet slapping noise. At the same exact moment, the woman seemed to orgasm, and when she did, she ejaculated too, in a manner of speaking. Both of her nipples suddenly shot milk into the water in front of her, a pair of intense and, speaking honestly, tasty-looking streams arced in the night air, sparkling in the moonlight. She was moaning softly as it happened, and she was continuing to stroke her breasts in that same deliberate way. This was obviously helping my own orgasm along, and I managed to shoot several more long, thick ropes from my tip onto the ground.

Interestingly, our orgasms seemed to stop at the exact same moment too. The moment my cream slowed to a trickle from my tip, milk stopped flowing from her nipples. Both of us were left as individual panting messes. Once she was done, she lifted another orb of water into the air and poured it over her chest to clean it.

Suddenly, my view was obscured. A bright red glass sphere moved in front of my face from above, and a light from the core of this orb flashed a bright neon red. In my periphery I saw two more identical spheres float down beside it and begin emitting the same light. I panicked and glanced back down into the pool.

The woman was staring directly at me with a pair of luminescent red eyes.

I froze. She literally caught me with my pants down, ogling and masturbating to her while she was bathing.

“Uh,” was the only sound I could manage.

She smirked, “Hello there.”

“Uh, hi,” I smiled sheepishly. “Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s fine, I’m your Eternal Companion. I’d honestly be pretty disappointed if you weren’t into me.”

So, she was my companion? Fucking SCORE! By now, the spheres had stopped glowing and lifted themselves back up into the air. When they did, I noticed a fourth one up there that hadn’t dropped down. I guessed it was to keep a bird’s eye view of the situation.

She crooked a finger in my direction, “Come on down, let’s get acquainted.”

I was a simple guy. When a naked woman invites me down into a body of water to “get acquainted”, I get my ass in gear. I rushed down the steps leading to the beach, all the while practically ripping my clothes off and tossing them aside without a care.

I heard her giggle; I must have looked pretty goofy. But it didn’t matter, this woman was gorgeous, and I couldn’t wait to be within arm’s reach of her.

When I arrived, she surprised me by immediately stepping forward, grabbing my arm, and yanking toward her. My face landed squarely between her amazingly soft breasts. After a moment, she gently urged my face down into a more comfortable position, still squarely within her bosom. Meanwhile, I felt one hand gently stroke the back of my head and another worm its way into mine.

“It’s nice to finally meet you. My name is Astrea. I’ve been waiting for you to arrive for a long time.”

“H-how long?” I asked. It certainly didn’t feel like it was that long since I had spoken with Veshra.

“Five years. At least, by the calendar of this world.”

Holy shit, what? “I just barely got done talking to Veshra, I think, how have you been waiting to meet me for five years?”

She paused briefly in contemplation before replying, “Well, you and I come from different universes, and I’m pretty sure most universes aren’t temporally connected. I’m guessing what happened was that after you spoke with Veshra, she sent me here but then didn’t send you here until five years later in this world’s timeline. Interdimensional temporal metaphysics is sort of hard to explain, if the name didn’t make it clear enough.” She chuckled. “The point is, it’s theoretically possible, albeit difficult, but Veshra is a god-like being so difficulty isn’t as much of a factor for her.”

“I think I get it.” I didn’t get it at all.

“But what happened in the past doesn’t matter so much anymore,” she said, gently patting my head and squeezing my hand. “What matters is that we are together now, I am your faithful servant, and I am committed to helping you forge a new life with your own two hands. A life that you can look back on one day and be proud of.”

That did sound nice.