Worship and Prayer

Fiona carries you to the top of the stairs and straight past the dungeon. While still holding you she opens the door and steps through into your shared private sanctum. She swings the door closed behind her with a foot.

Moving as one you pull into her as she squeezes you tight and you lock lips in a wild passionate kiss.

She growls as you moan.

You kiss for a time and it is wonderful, but both of you were impatient to do the thing you each wanted since the moment you fell in love.

She sets you down to stand before her. "Undress me!" Her voice is sharp.

"Yes Mistress." You bow your head once.

You look up and down her powerful statuesque physique and admire the new slopes and curves of her new body. It was still recognizably Fiona, just taller and thicker. She still had the long lean build that had haunted so many of your wet dreams growing up. The black leather dress bulges obscenely at the crotch. You reach around her and quickly find the zipper that ran down the center of her back. Ziiiiiiiiip. You slowly bring the zipper down from between her shoulder blades to the top of her ass.

Her hazel eyes peered down at you. Her face was a mask of dominant power.

You run your fingers back up the space left in the open zipper and feel her smooth skin run across your fingertips. You feel the fabric of a strapless bra beneath the upper portion. Pulling the dress open you fold the front down. Her big full tits are still held back by her skin tight black bra but they heave upward as Fiona draws in a deep breath. You are momentarily stunned by her beauty. You half expect a verbal rebuke for the pause but your Mistress seems to enjoy watching you admire her. To be a Goddess it to require worship.

You gaze up into her fiery eyes. "I'm not worthy." You whisper.

The mask cracks as the corner of her lip curls up.

You return to your task, struggling mightily to still your trembling impatience. Getting the dress over her wide womanly hips and well shaped posterior is a challenge, particularly since she isn't help you in the slightest, but you soon manage it. The dress falls to the floor at her feet. Lowering yourself to your hand and knees you place your hand on the leather dress. It is still warm from her body. You wait. She lifts her left foot and you pull the dress out from under her. Then she lifts the right and you take the dress in your arms.

You carefully fold it in four. Treating it like the precious thing that it was. It belonged to your Mistress just as you did. You place it to the side in a neat folded square.

You look back up your older sister's incredible body. "Ohhhhhh!" A sigh escapes your lips unbidden.

The elegant lines, the long flowing curves, the sweep of her shapely body...pure Fiona. Added now was a powerful musculature just beneath the surface. You could now barely make out the shape of her quads, biceps, shoulders and abs beneath her well proportioned perfection. As with her bra, her specially made black bikini cut panties stretched to the limit to contain the beast within. Your eyes follow the thick lengthy pipe of flesh that curled within the tight cloth. Beneath this two enormous tennis ball sized globes. You are **** to look away as if it was the midday sun. You fall back your hands and knees and stare at her stockinged feet.

You gather your senses and catch your breath.

The next thing you feel is your sister's finger reach down to hook the loop of your collar. With incredible strength she lifts you from prone. You have to hurry to keep up or she would have lifted you straight off the ground by your neck. She brings you back to standing.

"You aren't done ****."

"Yes Mistress." You nod submissively.

"Leave the stockings."

"Yes Mistress."

You go to move but she holds you firm, her finger still hooked in the steel ring. With her other hand she pets your side ever so gently, causing a tremble to ripple through your naked flesh. You feel a finger trace your healing stab wound. "You are weak."

"Yes Mistress." You are **** to admit. "I will do my best."

"I expect no less." She states.

God how you wished you were fully healed. You wanted nothing more than to feel Fiona's full power unleashed on your body. She traces her finger back and forth over your chest. She then runs it over your cheek and across your parted lips. By pure instinct you take the finger between your lips and begin to suck. She tilts her head and watches you a time as you suckle and tease the tip of her finger with your tongue as if it was a cock. You come to realize she was drinking in your beauty every bit as much as you were hers. After she'd had her fill she finally lets go of your collar. She stands and waits.

Reaching back around behind her once more you find the hooks to her bra. After a bit of fumbling, to which your Mistress was none too pleased, you at last unhook each of the four hooks holding it in place. The fabric slips from your fingers as the pressure of her heavy tits suddenly released lets go. Her breasts spill out in front of you. Ever bit as lovely as seven weeks back. The same shape and proportions, but appropriately larger to match her new frame.

You let out a sharp hiss of desire through your nose. With a twitch of her shoulder she slaps you across the face with one of her supple tits.

"Ohhh!" You sigh with a smile as you watch your sisters breasts wobble to rest.

"You aren't done!" Her eyes narrow.

"Yes Mistress!" You snap back to the job at hand.

There was only one thing left! You eyes wide you lower them to look once more at the panties that contained the pride of the Bailey clan. You lower yourself to your knees and look up at the bulge hovering just in front of you. You take a deep breath and with shaking hands grab the waistband at the sides. You hesitate a heartbeat then slowly pull the panties down. The crotch grips their contents and for a moment you are stuck. You pull harder and all at once the monster is unleashed!

Thick as coke can and already nearly a foot long despite the fact she wasn't fully erect yet it is thing of legend. A titan of mythology come to life. The shape was not dissimilar to your own, but the size...it beggared belief.

You stop to steady yourself, damn near fainting at the sight of it. With a little shake of your head you pull it together and focus on bringing her panties down over her long sexy legs to set them around her feet so that she could easily step out of them. You kiss her left foot lovingly.

"Good boy." She says.

Ohhhhhhh, deep dark dreams were coming true. This was everything you'd fantasized about and more.

"Worship me and give me your prayers."

"Yes Goddess."

You kiss her foot again, then again higher up her shin. The sheer black stockings wrapped tight around her upper thigh and ran all the way down. You switch to the other leg and lick her knee. The fabric was dry against your tongue. You move higher and hug her leg as you kiss her thick thigh. It took everything you had not to dive onto her cock but you could sense this was not the time just yet. You kiss her and lick her without ever getting off your knees. You kiss along edge of the stockings and lick the flesh just above. You switch back to her other leg and do the same.

"You are so beautiful. You are perfect. You are my Goddess!" Your hands run up her legs and reach up to feel her flat firm stomach. You push them back around her to feel the swoop of her lower back transitioning to her ample ass. You run your cupped hands over her butt and back down to stroke down the backs of her legs. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world. You are my Mistress. You are my life." You run your hands up and down her arms then across to fill your hands with the bottom of her full tits. "Your breasts are the best I've ever seen. Your body is everything I've dreamed of. Your cock...ohhhh Mistress! Your cock is my joy. You are my everything Goddess."

She was pleased! Your Goddess was pleased! Her happiness transferring instantly to you as if it was your own. You continue on like this. Kissing, stroking, petting, and praising.

You worship her as you were commanded with your words and your touch.

As for your prayers, you only had one.

Resting back to sit your butt down between your feet you place your hands on your knees. Raising your eyes but not your face you run up her body, pausing at her magnificent lady cock, then continuing on up to meet her downcast gaze.

You say your prayer. "Breed me. Please Goddess. Breed your boy."

She runs her tongue across the bottom of her top teeth as she looks down at you like the tastiest of morsels. "Breed you? Didn't you hear what Aunt..."

"Breed me!" You didn't mean to interrupt but your desire was growing to near painful proportions. Without your clit even being touched you could feel your cunt was wet as an otter. You had never been so worked up in this way before. "Please. Oh Goddess, please! Make love to me! Let me pleasure you with my body. Take me!" There was an air of desperation in your voice. You NEEDED her in you!!! "I'm not worthy but...please, please. I want your seed inside of me! Breed your boy Mistress. I beg you!"

She raises an eyebrow at the forwardness of your needy pleading. You had no idea if you were being a good boy or a bad boy. All you knew is that your body felt ready to explode if you didn't have her inside of you soon.

"...mmmm..." You mewl softly as you throw yourself even lower to go completely prostrate at her feet.

You nervously grip at the floor next to her feet, your heart beating in your ears, as you await your Goddess' reaction.