I saw in my dream a young infant girl, no more than five months old, being cradled gently by a young girl of perhaps thirteen or fourteen. Beside the teen were several women of various ages, and a man somewhere around my father's age. It was a soft scene. Lovely. I watched it endlessly, memorizing each face, each giggle from the infant. I couldn't hear her, as usual, but I imagined her laughter was sweet and light.

I watched the scene shift slowly, melting down, down, until it was replaced by another. I saw a different young woman, another teen, this one with very dark hair. She crept along a small, winding path overgrown with vines and ferns, stopping beside a quaint, older home, peering inside through a window. The girl watched for a few seconds, then stepped back, running fingers through her hair and taking a couple of deep breaths. She slowly walked around to the front of the house and knocked on the door.

Another shift and I watched while the same young woman emerged from the house. She looked different, and not just her clothing. It took a moment to realize the girl's stomach held a small bulge. She might have been pregnant. She rushed off once out of sight of the house and I followed, gliding along as she raced quickly through dense forest.

In a small clearing, a man and woman were waiting. They looked timeless, like elves from fantasy movies. The woman's golden hair was long past her waist, the man's almost as long but more rich brown in tone. The teen knelt in front of them and I saw the woman touch the girl's head. She nodded to the man and then offered the girl her hand, helping her stand. Together, the three of them simply disappeared in thin air.

- - -

I was taken to another scene, this one lightly-foggy like some of the other ones. A woman sat at a bar. Black hair, short, overweight. I saw Dad sit down beside her and they began to talk.

Skip. They were in his bedroom, and my father was guiding his cock into her pussy. He didn't wear a condom.

Skip. Dad ejaculating, the woman writhing below him

Skip. I heard nothing, but the woman was clearly angry, my father looking ashamed.

Skip. Skip. My father sat in a cafeteria with two women, one roughly his age, the other a few years beyond mine.

Skip. Dad was over the older woman, fucking her, filling her with cum.

Skip. Skip. Dad and a tall, dark-haired woman, very pretty. He appeared to be inside her ass.

Skip. Skip. Skip. It was a dance. A place I'd been before. The teen dance held most Friday nights. Dad was there, and I was shocked to see his dance partner was my tall, blonde friend, Abby.

Skip. Abby was on her back, in Dad's bedroom. My father was eating her pussy.

Skip. Abby sucked his cock, and soon he was filling her throat with his seed.

Skip. Dad fucking Abby steadily. She clearly enjoyed their mating. I watched him strain, filling his condom inside my friend's pussy.

- - -

I rose up quickly from the bed and nearly tumbled off. Looking around, I saw that Dad was not beside me and it was getting late in the morning. I took several long breaths and calmed down. It was just dreams, those images, those erotic scenes of my father and the other women. Dad and Abby. They didn't feel like the vivid experiences I was beginning to think were real. They were more distant and loose, less intense. Those had to be dreams.

But I began to see a possibility and I nearly fell to the floor when I realized the truth.

This is what Dad did during the time loop!

Could that be so? Was I seeing his sexual encounters, the ones reset every time his loop started again? Had he fucked those women? Had he fucked Abby? No, I told myself. I must be wrong. I must not be understanding what was going on.

I raced downstairs, naked, and found Dad on the phone. I froze and listened.

"I understand that. I'm just telling you that Tera won't be returning. She's ill, and she's not going to be able to finish her classes this semester. We'll figure out where we go from here," Dad told the person on the other end, "but right now, I just want to care for my daughter."

A moment later, he ended the call and offered me a weak smile, "Hey, Sweetheart. Forget something?"

I looked down at my nakeness a moment, but I wasn't worried about myself right then. "Did you fuck Abby?" I demanded.

"What?" He protested.

"In your time loop... Did you fuck Abby?"

Dad's shoulders sagged and he nodded, slumping down onto a chair in the kitchen. "I did..."

"Dad!" I shouted, full of jealousy and rage. "How could you?!"

He was silent while I fumed, finally saying, "We should talk..."

"Damn right!"

Dad led me to the living room and sat down on the couch. Given my anger towards him, a jealousy born from somewhere deep inside me, I chose to sit in a chair nearby.

"You see," he began, "I was stuck, Tera... Stuck like you can't imagine..."

He told me that, at first, he'd only gone to have sex with a prostitute. That must have been the woman I saw in one of the first scenes. But, he said, he began noticing his attraction towards me, and that changed things in his desires. "I... I had to do something, Tera. I couldn't touch you. I couldn't bear the thought of harming you..."

"So you fucked Abby instead?" The jealousy I felt wasn't just because he'd slept with my best friend. More of it was likely due to knowing my own desires for my dad and him picking someone else to avoid giving mine a chance to play out.

"Eventually... I... I'm sorry, Tera."

I mumbled in anger, not really forming words.

Go easy, Tera.

"Fuck off," I scowled.

Dad looked hurt, "Sweetheart..."

I raised my hand in the air. "Not you, Dad!"

Go easy on him, Tera. Remember how strange this is to you? The things you've done? The arousal you've felt? It was not very different for him.

"Then why haven't I gone and fucked someone since this all started? Someone besides him?"

Dad's face was screwed up in confusion.

I ignored him.

What makes you believe you have not?

"What do you mean?"

I told you, Tera. Everything you've experienced is real. All of it. Just because it is bizarre does not change the fact that it happened.

I sat motionless, silent. Dad sputtered, "T-Tera... what's going on? Who are you talking to, if not me? How did you know about Abby?"

I wondered if I should tell Dad my reality, the things I was going through. Maggie had warned me away from such disclosure, but it was rapidly becoming clear that both Dad and I were caught up in something where we needed to work together. "Fuck Maggie, too..."

If you tell him, he will begin to try to use his power again, when he learns the truth. That could be... dangerous. For all of us.

"I trust him."

As you should. The choice is yours, Tera.

My anger had given way to frustration and I felt drained. I looked at my father again, took a couple of breaths to calm myself, and then moved to sit on the couch beside him.

"I have to tell you what's been going on, Dad... I'm... It's not just Abby that has me so worked up. I... I don't know how to deal with that, so instead... Let me describe the last few days. The time loop was just the beginning."

- - -

For the next hour or so, I described, at length, every odd thing I'd been through since we had first made love. The old withered man with golden eyes. The man and the clock. The woman and girl. The preteen. Maggie and Daedalus and Theresa and the others. The sensation in the bath. The times I watched him and his partners having sex.

Dad sat quietly throughout, in clear disbelief, not interrupting once, even when I almost pleaded with him to tell me I wasn't crazy.

"And the last was watching you fucking Abby," I told him, out of breath. "Well, other than just now, talking with Theresa..."

He let out a long-held breath and sounded more calm than he should have been. "This... essence... It caused me to trigger the loop? But... How?"

I shook my head. "No idea, Dad. No idea..."

"And I can somehow turn it on again? What if it happens accidentally? I have no clue how I did it before."

I shook my head again but didn't otherwise reply.

"So... we're in danger. That much is clear. We need to plan. Can you help me talk to Theresa?"

We'd jumped right past one of my biggest fears. "Wait... you believe me?"

Dad smiled tightly, "Of course I believe you."

"But... it sounds so... insane!"

"Yes... but I don't doubt you, Tera. I believe you have experienced these things. The... the times you saw me and Abby... Bobbi, the escort... and Shelly... Becky... Juliet... all of them. You described exactly what happened, things only I still remember. None of them know, Tera. None of them remember. If you went to Abby right now and asked her, she'd be sure you were insane. But not me," he said, setting his hand on my knee, "I know you saw the truth."

Dad's eyes were beginning to water, then he openly cried.

"What?" I pleaded.

"On one hand," he sobbed, "I'm so relieved that someone else believes me. I told you a couple of times, explained things to you in the loop, but you never remembered of course. I felt so terribly lonely."

"I believe you, Dad," I assured him, telling the truth.

"On the other hand," he said more weakly, "there is more to come... You'll see others..."

"What do you mean? More women?"

"Yes... and girls..."

"Girls... Dad... I told you about the 'little one' I fucked!"

"Yes," he admitted, "but that was different..."

"Did you fuck a little girl, Dad? Girls?"

"Yes... And... I almost did so with girls even younger than yours... Almost..."

"Dad, you were stuck! I understand that now. I don't blame you..."

He cried openly again, "But I feel awful... that I almost... raped them... And I didn't stop with other, somewhat older, girls. Younger than you... too young for such things... I fucked them, Tera... and I feel very guilty about it... And now... you'll have to see what I did..."

I felt a mix of sorrow and dread. What exactly had he done to the girls? "Did you rape, them, Dad?"

"Of course I did, they were well underage!"

"No, I mean... did you force them? Hurt them?"

He shook his head, "No, never. None of them. It was always... pleasant... for all of us... Always..."

"Then be happy for that!" I exclaimed, tired and feeling overwhelmed. "None of them knows now, Dad. None of them remembers. Only you. And me, now."

"What... what if I am tempted again, Tera?"

"Huh?"

He repeated himself, "What if I'm tempted again? What if I figure out how to use my power and become a predator? The... attraction I felt... that time I almost took advantage of two little girls... It was powerful, Tera. I still feel aroused thinking of them... I'm so ashamed..."

I tried to remain calm. Dad was clearly distraught to the point of feeling horrible about what he'd done. I decided not to press a concern, growing stronger in my mind, that I should feel angry about the fact that Dad might want to sleep with others besides me, girls or not. I had to admit to myself that, scared and confused as I was, I had enjoyed the sexual experiences I'd had over the past few days with partners not my father. I couldn't hold him to a standard that I, myself, felt unable to meet.

"Look... It's the past. If... if you learn to control the time loops... we'll deal with it, Dad."

"But you won't remember anything. You'll reset like everyone else..."

I knew somehow he wasn't wholly right. "Maybe not. Maybe not, Dad. Maybe there's a way... to bring others with you... But that's beside the point. Right now, we have to focus, Dad!"

He calmed his crying and embraced me. "You're right, Tera." Dad wiped his eyes, then sat back, looking puffy and red but more stoic than before. "We have to learn everything. Fast. We'll deal with the rest later. I can't stomach getting caught in a loop again, and right now, it sounds like more than a couple of... enemies... are trying to find you. I want to talk with Theresa."

"I'll try."

There was nothing specific I was doing to talk with the woman. She initiated the conversations, and I spoke to the empty room. Theresa always replied in my head. I tried to contact her. "Theresa? Are you listening?"

Silence was my response.

"Please. Theresa. Please. We need to talk with you."

I'm very busy, Tera.

"Theresa!" I caught Dad's eye and nodded to let him know I'd made contact. "Please. Just a few minutes of your time."

I'm... occupied. I can't talk now. I'll contact you as soon as I am free.

I frowned and knew instinctively that she'd broken our conversation. "She said she's busy. She'll let me know when there's time to talk. Sorry, Dad."

"Don't be," he said, embracing me again.

I pressed my face into his shoulder. "I love you, Dad. No matter what. I love you."

"I know," he replied, kissing my head, "and you are my one true love in all the world. Always."

"So... what do we do now?"

"Well..." Dad paused, "I'm rather exhausted... I never got a chance to tell you about the lottery meeting. Seems so unimportant after all this..."

"What came of it?" I asked.

"I had to do a photo and video shoot and sign some things. Had the attorney sign off on everything. Seems we'll get a lump sum payoff of almost four-hundred million..."

"Jesus," I breathed, less enthused than I'd been when I first saw that we'd won. The money, as dad said, seemed rather unimportant.

"Will take a week or two, they said. But we'll have our fortune. The attorney wants to work with an accountant to set things up a certain way. Keep most of it protected as best they can. Listen," Dad added, "I want to... make up... for some things."

"What do you mean?"

He swallowed, pulled back and looked at me seriously. "Some of the people I met... in the loop... They're struggling. Once that money comes in... I want to help them... like... Becky and Juliet. I want to give them enough to not have to stay at a shelter. And... the girls I almost... assaulted... Maybe I can send their parents some money... anonymously... tell them it's a trust for the girls or something. The waitress, Molly."

"Molly... don't think I know that one..."

"You should... she was the waitress from Moe's who knocked out Curt..."

"Oh... right!" I was weary and beyond exhaustion, but something struck me as quite funny and I laughed. "Is there anyone you didn't fuck in the loop?"

Dad offered a similarly weary smile, "Many... Saying I need to turn it back on and complete the set?"

I grinned and leaned against my father, "Only if I get to join you with them..."

He was quiet and said, "That would be really hot..."

"I'm only half-serious, Dad," I replied, kissing his lips, "but... After what I've done the last few days... I... I think I understand what you mean about the temptation... even to young girls... You... You would be the one person would could appreciate the sensation of fucking them..."

"And you had a penis," Dad mused, "not sure how to feel about that, Tera..."

"Saying that you wouldn't want to be with me if I was stuck with a cock?"

He shook his head. "No... but it would be... odd... You wouldn't have a vagina..."

"Not sure that's true," I told him, "I never checked, honestly... never got that far. For all I know... I had both... but even if I didn't... I still have another hole..."

Dad groaned, "Tera, if I wasn't so tired, I'd really like to talk to you more about that... but I'm beyond wiped out..."

"Me too. Horny, but exhausted..."

"Bed, then?"

"Bed," I agreed, "but feel free to wake me up if you get some of your energy back."

"Whether you have a penis or not," he grinned, "I'll find somewhere to put myself..."

I laughed and led the way up to his bedroom.

- - -

It was only blackness until her voice resonated from a distance.

Wake up.

I stirred out of sleep, only partially aware of the woman's voice in my head.

Now is convenient. Wake up, Tera. Come to me.

"Err... alright," I whispered, sliding a leg out of the sheets. "What about Dad?"

Bring him.

"What about me?" my father's sleepy voice said quietly.

I replied, "It's Theresa. She's got time for us now. Theresa," I directed my words to the distant woman, "how do I bring someone with me?"

I don't know.

I grunted, then yawned. The energy sensation was there, in my brain. It was always there. Swirling, turning over, melting from one place to another. I began to define it as before, this time doing so faster, and it was much easier. I felt each piece fall into place, and only seconds later, I pushed it along its path, then found myself in the garden with Theresa seated nearby.

"Damnit," I groaned, "I forgot Dad..."

Theresa smiled warmly at me, "Oh, I doubt you did any such thing, Tera."

"I mean I forgot to bring him. I don't know how."

"So bring him now."

I stared at the woman. I was still only half-awake, my mind turning slowly as if in molasses, and I was feeling strung out and justifiably bitchy. "Some help you are..."

I smelled coffee and looked down at the bench seat, steaming brown liquid mostly-filling a heavy bone or stone chalice. Theresa said, "For you. My treat."

I ignored her and sipped from the chalice. Delicious, bitter and robust, the coffee was surely the best I'd ever known. A few swallows in and I already felt more alert. "So," I said, as much to myself as to Theresa, "how do I bring Dad here..."

"The same way you brought yourself, I suppose, I don't really know." Theresa folded her hands in her lap, crossing and uncrossing her legs. I swear she purposely paused in the middle, offering me an obvious look up her dress with her knees higher than necessary. I looked, briefly, and despite what should have been dark with shadow, I saw the flesh between her legs, hints of pink and red but no penis this time. I made a note to ask Theresa about that soon.

I asked, "How do you come here?"

"I hold a key," she said, showing me a thin golden necklace which held close to her neck, a small emerald twinkling at the bottom. "And sometimes I... call... direct, too."

"Call direct?"

"A service, of sorts. There are attendants," she explained, sweeping her hand along her side, "if you know how to talk to them. They can... bring you, should you not have a key."

"Well... call them and tell them to send Dad."

Theresa shook her head, "Not that easy, I'm afraid. It's a whole process. I won't bore you with the details," the woman chuckled dryly, "something like registering a car in your world, I seem to recall. Red tape and all..."

I shook my head and didn't otherwise reply.

I could feel the essence clearly enough. It never went away from my awareness that I could tell. In the garden, it felt no different than when I was at home. I started to pull it together, defining its edges, but this time, I tried to keep thoughts of my father close by. The essence spun, twisted in a different way and then solidified, pushing out... somewhere before snapping back to idly swirling once more. Was that it? Did I bring him?

I glanced around, but saw no sign of Dad. "Damnit."

"Uh, my Dear," Theresa said calmly, "you need to think of the whole man, I think..."

"Huh?"

I followed Theresa's eyes and saw, on the grass, something well out of place. It was a penis. Dad's penis. I nearly threw up from shock. "Jesus Christ!" I realized I had been thinking about Dad that way as I worked with the essence, and the result was that I'd just detached his cock from his body. "Theresa, help me!"

"That should be enough link back to him for me to do so," she said, rising and closing her eyes. I just stared at the penis on the grass. I swear it twitched and pulsed a couple of times, and I fought my revulsion and the horror rising up in me.

"Jesus Christ!" Dad's voice shouted as I turned to see him stumbling, naked like me, before catching himself against one of the hedges. "Jesus Fucking Christ!" I saw him look down, his cock no longer detached but now hanging, half-hard, right where it should have been. "What the hell just happened? One second... it was just... gone! Next... errr..."

Dad stopped his excited, horrified words when he saw Theresa standing nearby, the woman smiling patiently. For a moment, Dad just stared at her, then he remembered his nakedness and attempted to cover himself. "Couldn't one of you at least have conjured me up some clothes?" he muttered.

I let the horror of what I'd done fall away and almost laughed, "Haven't figured that one out yet myself," I explained, "not sure how."

Dad glanced at me, the rushed over and hugged me tight. "That... was not fun."

"Sorry about that," I said sheepishly, "I... uh... I messed that up a bit."

"I'll say," he groaned. "Never had my cock just disappear before."

"Sorry... Thankfully, Theresa brought you here and fixed things..."

Dad kissed my lips, then turned, keeping his body in front of me as if to keep Theresa from glancing at my nude flesh. "I thank you, then, for... fixing things."

The woman nodded briefly and said, "It's what I do. Now... shall we get to the point of your visit? I've offered what I know to Tera already. I'm not sure what else I have to share."

"But you've barely shared anything!" I exclaimed. "I mean... thanks and all, but... I know almost nothing about what I'm supposed to do... how to control the essence... how to hide from Daedalus and the fallen god..."

Theresa's lips tightened. "I told you, Tera. I don't know any of that myself. I barely have a hold of my own in this realm, and barely any contact with those who might know more."

"What about this Maggie person," Dad said, "Tera said she seemed to know something? And what about this bracelet she put on my daughter?"

I stepped from behind my father and held out my wrist, the deep turquoise swirls never slowing.

"I noticed that, last time," Theresa replied, "but I do not know it's purpose or utility." She took a deep breath. "As to Maggie, that one is more than a little... off. I don't know her well, nor am I wholly certain whose side she is on at this point."

"She seemed rather... horrified by Daedalus," I replied.

"And who wouldn't be? No one is really on his side, I expect. But that's not what I meant. This is not just good and bad in this, Tera. There's no drawn-up battle with two sides fighting until one is the clear winner. Many gods are working together, yes, and others do so in smaller groups, some alone. They all seek the essence for their own. They gain allies in those of us in the middle, between the mundane realms and those reserved for gods. Like me, Maggie is in the middle. I don't know where her allegiances lie."

"So I can't trust her?" I asked, then felt a pang of panic. "The bracelet. I have to get it off!" I started trying in vain to stretch the band, twisting it, tearing at it with my nails. Nothing worked, just like before.

"I expect whatever magic it contains will prevent you from so simply discarding it. But," Theresa said, "I doubt this is maliciousness on her part. I said I don't know Maggie's allegiance, but I've never known her to be cruel or favor those who are so. She's a fanciful woman, most of the time. It could be nothing more than her way of marking you as her... pet."

"Pet!?" I yelled.

Theresa shrugged, "A warning to others to place no claim on you."

Dad growled, "What does that mean? This woman thinks she owns my daughter?"

Theresa tilted her head, "In a way, yes, but it's not what you think. Pets are what we in the middle call humans, or other mortals, who we like to invite into our realms, at least some times. Friends, often. Toys, for some. Sexual partners... for many. Usually good-natured. But there are some who go too far. Leashing and bonding in ways which harm the mortals. Those are the cruel ones, the ones I avoid. I've never heard of Maggie so associating. I think it is much more likely she simply wants to think of you as her pet. Nothing more."

I wasn't exactly convinced by Theresa's thoughts, but I had more important things to worry about.

"I need a teacher, Theresa. I nearly... left Dad without his cock... The more I try to do, without guidance, the more likely I am to... make a really bad mistake."

Theresa licked her lips and watched my father, her eyes glancing down, briefly, then back up to his face. She spoke evenly, "There is someone I might ask. Someone I trust. But I don't expect he'll know how to use the essence. He may only offer some help in controlling the effects. Testing them before they are made real. I don't know if it will be enough, Tera."

"Who?" I demanded.

"A former mortal, like me. His name is Tristan. I'll take you to him later... if he agrees."

"What's his deal?" Dad asked.

"A lover of a demigod, a couple hundred years ago. He gained acceptance in these realms as a lover of many... myself included. He is... rather talented with his morph abilities..."

"Morph abilities?" I replied.

"Able to change his body at will."

Dad broke in, "So, what... like extra fingers?"

"Mmm-hmmm," Theresa purred, her eyes closed and a smile on her face, "or an extra cock..."

Dad shook his head, looking at me. "Starting to think we're not the biggest perverts around here..."

I grinned, "There's still time to work on that..."

Dad laughed.

Theresa's eyes opened. "Tristan won't be free for some time. You're free to stay here or return to your realm." I noticed that the woman was once more passing her gaze over my father's nakedness. "Tell me, then," she said, "Tera has told you what we did together, you and I and her?"

"The switching thing?" Dad asked. When the woman nodded, he added, "She told me... Not sure what to think about that..."

"Jealous?" Theresa's lips curled into a sly smile.

"No... not exactly... it's just odd..."

"And, you, Tera... Jealous of all your father did while in the time loop?"

I shrugged, "Not exactly." I suppose there was some residual jealousy around my friend Abby and the fact that Dad had chosen to act out his desires with her instead of me at first. "Nothing major..."

"And... have you shared a lover together yet? I think no..."

"No..." I replied.

Theresa swept her hand through the air. The garden shimmered and then solidified again. We were still surrounded by high hedges and bright flowers, but this time, in the middle of the open sculpted chamber was a bed of soft, green grass, a low mound, tall in the center and trailing down all sides to meet the hedge walls. "Perhaps... the two of you would enjoy spending our wait together..."

Dad turned to me. His penis was beginning to harden.

I smiled and laughed, shaking my head, "My perv father..."

His eyes glanced to my chest where my small, pink, puffy nipples were hardening, as well. "You should know... Tera?"

"Sounds fun," I replied.

Dad smiled, then said over his shoulder to Theresa, "You, uh... you don't have... normal lady parts?"

Theresa chuckled, "I have whatever I need to have in the moment, I assure you. I think you'll find me... adequate for your desires."

The woman was naked, standing in the middle of the mound of soft grass. Her breasts were modest and held weight, but despite her apparent age, somewhere in her forties I guessed, they were perky and firm, light-red areolae tipped by thick, long nipples pointed up and out a bit. Below, her Mons was smooth and cleanly-hairless, no sign of pubes or stubble or anything suggesting a shave. The woman's slit was thin at the top, growing a little wider between her legs where I could see dark-pink folds protruding slightly.

Dad watched me just a moment and then followed my eyes to the woman standing so nude nearby.

Theresa said, "My father and I were intimate in my youth. I know the pleasures you have experienced. I know what it is like to take my father inside my body and to bring him to release. I would love to watch the two of you now, if you will so allow me..."

I took my father's hand and guided it to my lips, kissing his fingers, then sucking one and then another into my mouth. He groaned and we settled onto the grass near Theresa, the woman seating herself close by, legs crossed, eyes watching us. As Dad and I began to kiss and touch each other, I mostly forgot she was watching and gave in to the pleasures of incestuous love with my father.

He sucked my puffy nipples while fingering my cunt, my little hole becoming wet quickly with arousal. I stroked his cock a moment, then pushed him onto his back, sliding my lips around his length and sucking him slowly. I was aware again of Theresa's presence, and I found myself quite excited to be so watched. The woman was watching something so taboo and intimate, my father's hard penis in my mouth, the taste of him so delightfully meaty and warm, and I shuddered when I felt wetness run down one of my thighs.

Dad groaned as I stepped over him and turned around, facing his feet and Theresa as she watched us closely, unmoving but flushed in arousal. I guided my father's cock into my pussy and rolled my eyes closed to feel him inside me again. I started to rise and fall along his length, my spread thighs offering Theresa a perfect view between my legs. I knew I was creaming Dad's cock with my slippery pussy, and I shuddered when I felt him beginning to hump up into my body in response.

"Mmmm..." Theresa purred, leaning back and spreading her legs, "you two are so arousing together... A girl taking her father into her sex... I can see how much you both enjoy your time together..."

She couldn't have been more right. I felt really good with Dad's penis in my cunny, his flesh hard and firm and hot, churning my cream as he thrust up while I slid down. "Ohhh... Ohhh..." I moaned, Dad groaning and grunting below and behind me.

Theresa's fingers were playing between her thighs, teasing the hairless flesh there, her labia shiny and wet, spread slightly as she touched her silky folds. I wondered if Dad had a chance to watch, and I felt strongly that he should see the beautiful woman's florally genitals.

I rose from his body and felt Dad's cock pull free, feeling, as usual, a sense of loss whenever he was no longer inside me. I drew him to his knees, stroking his silky penis, sucking it a moment, letting Theresa look at my upturned ass, spreading my thighs to give her an easy view of my wet pussy. Then I spun around and got on my hands and knees, offering myself again to my father.

He slid inside me immediately, plunging deep and taking my breath away. My face was no more than two or three feet from where Theresa rapidly spread wetness around her bare cunt. I had no doubt Dad was enjoying the woman's lovely flesh.

"May I touch you, Tera?" Theresa breathed.

"Yesss..." I purred as Dad's cock jumped inside me upon hearing her words, "Please..."

Theresa sat forward, on her knees, touching my face gently. Her fingers were wet with her juices, and the woman spread her scent and slickness onto my cheeks. I could smell her excitement, her aroma rich and intoxicating, a scent I'd never known in my life besides my own. I inhaled deeply when she swept fingers under my nose, then tasted her private flavors when she slid a finger between my lips. I sucked her flesh, cleaning it, mewling like a kitten.

It was my first, indirect, taste of pussy, and I was hooked from the first smear of Theresa's cream on my tongue. She was sweet and light, rosewater and tart jam and dry cider. I sucked her finger with desire, wanting very much to sample straight from the source.

"You are lovely, Tera," Theresa said, flushed, her breasts swollen, nipples hard. I reached a hand out and caressed her tits, enjoying the feel of her firm but soft flesh in my hand. She rose up and pushed her left breast to my mouth and I suckled while Dad's rhythm became more rapid and intense. He was stretching me wider, plunging into my body, and I knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"Cum in me," I called back before sucking Theresa's nipple into my lips again.

"Oh, God... Tera..." he groaned.

Theresa moaned, "Cum in your daughter, Quinn... Cum in your daughter..."

I felt Dad swelling. His hips slammed forward. Warmth spread inside of me and I tightened my vagina around his length, milking him as he ejaculated. "Uhnn... Uhnn... Uhnn..." Dad grunted as his cock spurted deep in my body.

Almost as soon as Dad finished orgasming, Theresa drew me up and kissed my lips, "Let me taste you," she breathed, "Let me eat his cum from you..."

I shuddered with desire, rising up on my knees, Dad's penis slipping from me with a wet plop. He rolled to his side and I rolled onto my back, thighs spread wide. Theresa never hesitated when she leaned down and began to suck my father's semen out of my cunny.

Her tongue was soft and strong, lapping inside me, the woman swallowing the cream drooling out of my pussy, Dad's cum soon coating her lips and above her chin. I could see her smiling between her licks, and I shuddered again, drawing very close to orgasm.

I could see my father watching closely, his shiny penis hard and bobbing from his groin. I smiled at him, full of lust, "Eat her, Dad," I implored him, "I want to watch you to taste the sweetness between her legs..."

He watched me a moment and said, "Are you sure?"

I nodded, very sure of my words. "Yes... Please..."

He crawled behind Theresa and pushed his face down towards the woman's upturned ass. I watched him stare at her a moment, then he brought his hands up, caressing her soft buttocks as if in awe of her lovely flesh. I strained against Theresa's face, her eyes dancing and sparkling, as if a glittering strobe was behind those orbs. Her tongue ran up and down my slit, swirling around my clit, sucking it like a tiny penis. I swooned in pleasure and fought to keep my eyes open so that I could watch my father's face disappear between the woman's buttocks.

I felt Theresa push forward as Dad began to eat her cunny. "Mmmm..." she moaned, "Oh, you're good, Quinn... So good... Mmmmm..."

I began to shudder harder, faster, tensing, my eyes closing despite my efforts. I felt a million little shards of pleasure rush into me, my climax dancing in waves out from my crotch, my thighs trapping Theresa's head between them. "Mmmmoooooohhh... Ohhhhhh... Ohhhhhh... Uhnnnnnnn..."

She lapped me slower as I came, teasing my flesh perfectly, just enough to keep me rising and falling against her, but leaving enough undone to keep me wanting more. Theresa looked up from between my legs as I tried to catch my breath. "Can he fuck me?" she asked in a whisper.

"Yes..." I answered just as lightly, "yesssss..."

"I want you to taste me first," she told me, pulling herself up and away from my father, straddling my face, and squatting down. Her cunt was shiny and wet, gaping slightly. I saw Dad, briefly, before my view was only of the special flesh between Theresa's thighs. His face was wet, his tongue working to clean light cream from his lips. He looked thoroughly pleased and full of desire.

I gazed up with delight. Theresa's cunt opened like a flower as she moved closer, her wet, pink folds spreading out, the tight hole inside disappearing in red and shadow, soft skin surrounding it, not a hint of hairs to be seen. I smelled her sex and inhaled as her pussy pressed against my lips. My tongue slid out and I tasted her warm flesh directly for the first time.

If the juices on her fingers were sensual and intoxicating, the flavors inside her vagina were simply blissful. "Mmmmm..." I moaned into Theresa's cunt, lapping the juices leaking out. Eating pussy felt nothing like sucking Dad's cock. Where he was meaty and firm, the woman's sex was soft and yielding, delicate compared to the rich taste of my father's penis. She ground herself slowly on my face, and I consumed her more and more with each passing second.

Her orgasm started with short, strong jerks of her hips and delightful moans from her lips, "Mmm... Mmmm... Eat me, Tera... Eat me... Mmmm... So goooooood..." She bucked and pressed down, nearly smothering me as my nose pressed against her smooth, pale Mons Venus. I tasted a richer, creamier flavor on my tongue and her body shuddered above me, her clit hard and sliding along my upper lip. I grasped her buttocks and held her steady as her orgasm rushed in, holding on tight, my tongue buried in her pussy, for long seconds as she came.

I turned my face, still breathing the rich, humid scents from Theresa's cunt. "Fuck her, Dad..."

I pulled the woman so that she bent forward, beyond my head, her pussy just above my face as her knees came down to the soft grass to hold her in place. I used my hands to spread the woman's ass as I felt Dad step behind her and over my body.

A perfect view of things was right in front of my eyes. I saw Dad's penis press in and open Theresa's labia, spreading them, stretching her as his dick pushed deeper. I felt her tense as my father squatted and started to hump the woman steadily. He held onto her hips, drawing himself firmly against her before pulling back. I could see wetness glistening along his shaft. I pressed my head up just enough to watch very closely.

Dad plunged in and out, fucking Theresa with his bulging erection. I knew just how great that felt and my own vagina clenched instinctively as I saw him swelling and growing more insistent with each stroke.

"Can I cum in you?" I heard Dad call out, his voice strained.

"Yes..." the woman replied. "Cum in me like you did your daughter..."

It took just three or four more strokes for Dad to jerk and push forward, his balls heavy and slapping against Theresa's clit. He held there, groaning in pleasure, and I saw his shaft pulse, clearly sending his seed deep into the woman's vagina. Four, five, six pulses, and then it relaxed, softening slightly. "Oh, God..." Dad moaned as his cock began to slip free.

I moved myself closer still, my lips just below where my father's penis plopped out of Theresa's gaping pink hole. Semen rushed out and I felt it splash first on my cheek and then it landed on my tongue. I left my mouth open, Dad's pungent seed filling me with lust as it drooled out of the woman's pussy. I swallowed, then lapped against Theresa's folds, clearing away the remains and swallowing those as well. I felt so sexy and aroused that I began rapidly twirling fingers through my own cunt, rising rapidly towards another release.

Dad's fingers joined mine, plunging into my vagina, and my hips rose as the force of my orgasm crashed into me. I moaned against Theresa's thigh, the taste of Dad's cum and the woman's wet pussy in my mouth, and I lay shuddering long after my climax had begun to wash away.

A shuffling down one of the paths leading into our open chamber caused me to jump below my Dad and Theresa. The woman only slowly began to stand, once more clothed as if her wet pussy hadn't just been filled with Dad's cum, as if my tongue didn't still taste her wonderful juices.

I saw a man step into the area. He stopped his motion, his head looking down at where Dad was trying to rise to his feet and I remained mostly stuck while he did so, both of us naked, sweating, and flushed.

The man was stocky, perhaps overweight, a little short to my eye. He wore the clothes one might expect from someone just arriving at a steampunk convention: a mix of brown leather and metallic fasteners, a black leather strap holding a pouch and several silver metal tools of some sort. His eyes were covered with smoky brown goggles, his dark hair, what I could see of it below a tilted black top hat covered in small gold and red metal pins and other accessories, was wildly unkempt, dangling in curls and waves unevenly around his head towards his neck. There were several metal necklaces, each holding a different pendant below. The sleeves on his outfit came to his palms, each striped with golden braids that looked metallic, as well, several apparently-unnecessary buttons, zippers, and clasps randomly placed all over them.

"So," he said, his voice smooth and deeper than I expected, "I finally meet the host."

I was still scrambling to my feet, trying without success to cover my breasts and genitals with my hands. Theresa replied, "Hello, Tristan. Nice to see you again..."

"You as well, Ms. Canaday." His face lingered, pointed towards my body, and I felt quite vulnerable in his apparent gaze. It was hard to see his eyes through the smoky goggles, but I was fairly sure he was watching the wetness spreading down my thigh. "And who is your other guest?"

"Theresa, please. I tell you again and again," the woman said with a sigh. "This is the previous host. Quinn. Tera is his daughter."

"Well met, Quinn, and," the man added, "may I add that you have a rather lovely cock."

"Err," Dad uttered, "thanks..."

"He has no manners," Theresa explained, "and he has no boundaries in what he enjoys sexually... human or otherwise..."

Tristan laughed, "Why limit oneself in such things? When you have an eternity to play, you find yourself growing bored with the normal bits and pieces. Though," he said in a lower voice, "I do find the two of you rather intriguing, Perhaps—"

"Cut it, Tristan," Theresa interrupted, "right now we need your help. You can play later."

Tristan shrugged, "I have nothing but time, dear woman. And, you of all people should know how much fun it can be to play..." His nose tested the air. "Oh, indeed. I smell your arousal even now." He laughed again, looking at me, "And yours, as well, young Tera. Oh, yes. You do smell very aroused indeed." Shaking his head and waving an arm in front of him. "Anyway. I am at your service."

I blinked and we were in a different open chamber, thick, tall hedges closer in, a seating area with four chairs around a small fire pit, flames dancing inside, a heavy, black metal pot steaming over top on a spit of sorts.

I sat down, as did the others. I felt Dad take my right hand and squeeze it. It felt comforting to have him with me. I was much less afraid than I'd been my previous times in the gardens.

"So what is it you desire, my lovelies?" the man said, taking the pot with a gloved hand and pouring four cups of steaming liquid. "Tea?" He passed one to each of us.

I sipped mine, scalding the tip of my tongue, but enjoying the burst of black tea thick with orange and honey even so. Theresa replied for us, "Things are different this time, as you know," she said.

The man nodded but didn't reply.

"And the host is aware of what she possesses. That's never happened before."

"Perhaps not wholly so, I understand you also used the essence," Tristan said, apparently talking to my father.

"Not intentionally," he muttered. "I didn't know until a few hours ago, really."

"Still impressive," Tristan replied, "Stopping and restarting time? Not many can do that with any effort. Very powerful tool in your belt, I think."

"Worthless if he can't control it," Theresa said with frustration, "if he snaps it on again and can't stop the loop, all the other mundanes will be forever locked inside until one of those with the ability, and desire, to step in can be convinced to intercede. It's worse with Tera. She holds the full essence, not a remnant of it's power like her father does now. She is barely able to control one small part of it. She needs to know how to do more."

"Wait a minute," I broke in. "This doesn't make sense."

"Which part?" Theresa asked.

"You said that I, or maybe Dad, was the first aware of... hosting... the essence."

"That's true."

"But you also told me this has happened before. With other hosts. Those two things don't make sense together."

"Ah," Tristan smiled, "she's bright, indeed. Very fortunate for us all, I think." He slowly removed his goggles. His eyes were shining like light bulbs, casting purple highlights wherever he looked. I wasn't sure whether to feel awe or fright when seeing the effect. "The others were not aware of their role. They were... hmm... what's the word, Ms. Theresa..."

"Compelled? Tranced?" she offered.

"Possessed," the man said. "They held no thought of their own. The essence controlled them, kept them ignorant, kept them from experiencing the acts themselves. Using each host for its own purposes. Never before has a host been able to see what was happening. Really see it. Consciously. Intimately." Tristan was once more staring at the way my thighs were slightly parted.

I was again aware of how naked I was just then. "How do I change myself?" I asked, a little frustrated. "I did it before. When Maggie was here. She said I gave myself clothing. How did I do that?"

"You simply twist the essence to do it for you."

Theresa barked, "Simply is not how I would describe it, Tristan. That's why we need help."

He frowned, turning his eyes away from me. I felt immediate relief. "I can't say how you do it. I know little more than you at this point."

"How do you two do it, then?" I asked. "Theresa said you're a morph... and I know she is as well."

"I'm not a true morph," Theresa corrected me, "not like Tristan. It takes a lot of effort to change myself. He does so without a thought. For me, it's nothing more than a specific... gift... I was given by a lover once... A key and a lock, of sorts. Nothing likely to help you with the essence."

Tristan didn't reply, staring off towards one of the paths leading away from our seating area.

"Tristan?" I called to him, "how do you do it? Like... when you want to have two penises."

"Like this?" He said suddenly, brightly. Clothing gone, the man was nude. He leaned back, naked, heavy, hairy testicles hanging between two long, hard, penises, one over top the other. Tristan deliberately placed his hands on them, one in each fist, and gave them a few strokes for effect.

"Yes," I replied, frustrated but more than a little aroused at the same time.

"Please put those away," Theresa demanded, "they are rather... distracting..."

Tristan smiled slyly, but he did as she asked, clothing back on his body and no sign of the twin cocks. I saw, from the corner of my eye, that Dad's jaw had dropped and his shocked expression was frozen in place.

"How do you do it?" I asked again.

"You see..." he began, "it's a sort of song I sing. Inside my head. Not really words, so much, more the idea of a story. Rhythmic. Slow, when I first learned it, but faster, much faster, now. It... turns something... A piece of machinery, I like to think. Twist it one way, you get a new set of eyewear."

The smoky brown goggles on his face were replaced by small round spectacles held half-way down his nose.

"Twist it another, you change your shoes." His heavy black boots were replaced by flat, silver metal sandals covered in sparkling red gemstones and golden spikes.

"A different twist, and you get two cocks." I was utterly surprised that he didn't show those off again, as well. "Point is... I don't know how that can help you, Tera. I really don't. My... gift... was from a lover, as well, one of many, but I doubt it operates much the same as an essence does."

"An essence," Dad mused. "There are many of them?"

"Of course," Theresa replied, "Every real god has one. The one you held, the one in Tera now, is simply the first, and only, to reside in a mortal, outside of its original host."

I slumped back in my chair, setting aside my tea cup on a low, round stone table nearby. "I can't twist it, not exactly," I said, resigned.

"How do you work it to go places?" Dad asked. "Like... you disappeared from the bedroom earlier. You traveled here. You... you brought my cock here without me..."

Tristan chortled and Theresa shushed him.

I shrugged. "I dunno. It's kind of a presence I can feel. An energy. It's... muted. Fuzzy, in some way. But I can... catch it, I guess. I can try to define the edges. Like... tracing something that is flapping in the breeze. I think... I think the better I trace it, the more accurate my attempt will be. It was easier, the second time. But that's just to travel here."

"So do something different." Tristan said evenly.

"What if I break myself in the attempt? What if I kill someone? What if I end up cutting myself off from it and get stuck in limbo?"

Tristan waved his hand, "Limbo's not so bad, really. Especially when one of the others comes around and hangs out with you and brings you something to eat or fuck."

I narrowed my eyes and shook my head. "No, I'm serious. It's like picking a random grenade out of a bin and not knowing which ones might already have the pin pulled. I don't know what I might do if I do something different."

"Feel it, Tera," Theresa said in a calm voice, leaning forward. "That's how you found your ability to travel. Relax. Settle your mind. And feel it."

I shook my head, frustrated, but out of better ideas.

I settled myself as best I could, eyes closed. Distantly, I was aware of Dad's fingers in mine, but much closer, the essence swirled inside my brain, as if it was teasing me by being so close yet so untamable. I caught it easily this time, but instead of traveling along, defining it's edge, I just held it.

The essence didn't struggle, it just swirled in the places where my grasp wasn't attached, its other parts unaffected by my mental hold. I 'watched' it a while. I likened it to a transparent butterfly. Or maybe an endless set of such butterflies, translucent, phosphorescent, shimmering, no obvious demarkation between it and the mortal parts of my being.

There didn't seem to be any sort of key or lock, the way Theresa described her ability, and the idea of twisting the essence, as Tristan did his, was closer but still not quite right.

I heard voices calling to me, distantly felt my hand being firmly shaken. I ignored them.

I thought about my goal. Clothes. I wanted to be clothed. Why had it happened automatically before, with Maggie? Why didn't it just... happen?

It was so obvious I laughed loudly, my voice echoing in my head.

There was no trick to this, not really. I had to stop thinking about the essence as some separate thing, something definable outside of me, outside of reality. Something I needed to solve. It was the connection between, the connection which bridged possibilities between my mortal self and the realms I had only recently learned existed.

An extension of me, then. A part of me. No different than me.

Not some foreign object. Not some tacked on upgrade. Not something to unlock or twist.

Something to accept.

I felt the warmth immediately, my eyes opening as I connected the dots. It happened so fast that there was no progression of things solidifying like when I traveled. The effect simply was.

A full length dress covered my body down to my ankles, bright orange like my hair, golden threads running like gilded edges down all sides. I laughed again. It had been so easy.

"How?" Dad said with excitement. "How did you do it?"

"I stopped thinking so hard."

He looked at me with a mix of happiness and confusion.

I continued, "I don't need to manipulate the essence any more than I need to tell my lungs to expand or contract. It's part of me. Attached to me. It's just an extension of me. It holds on to the rest of reality the way my arms hold onto my hands. I simply had to accept that. Consciously. Once I did... well," I stood and twirled in my dress, no longer naked and vulnerable.

"Brilliant!" Theresa exclaimed in excitement.

I turned to see Tristan watching me closely, spectacles off his nose and in one hand. He spoke even and firm, "You are now in more danger than before, Tera."

"How is that possible? I know how to use it now. At least a little."

Theresa's face grew somber and she nodded, saying, "Because power leaves imprints. It makes it easier to find you, when you use it. It makes it easer to probe the shield the essence uses to hide you and protect you. Every time you use it, you leave a mark on reality, like a chalk line on a sidewalk, pointing in your direction."

I scowled, "Then why did you have me use it to come here? You're saying I could have been followed here?!"

Tristan shook his head, answering for her, "No. That's not so. This place," he said, raising his hands up above his head and sweeping them around, "is a protected place. Anything done here, or in reaching here, doesn't mark the same way. The gods set aside this place for themselves long ago, to keep themselves away from those who sought to challenge them. It's where people who deserve peace and comfort live out their lives."

"So... like Heaven?" Dad asked.

Tristan shook his head, "No. Earthly concepts of Heaven are absurd and silly," he spat. "This is more of a... sanctuary. A place reserved for pleasure and quiet. Outside of the rest of reality which is open to violence and fear. No harm can come to anyone within this place. And no power used here, or used to come or go from here, will lead anyone to harm.

"But beyond this place, Tera," he continued, leaning forward and standing, facing me, taking my wrists in his fingers, squeezing them almost painfully, "beyond here is dangerous. Don't go using your new powers... testing them... anywhere else. I'm sure Ms. Theresa has told you about Daedalus?"

I nodded, a little frightened by the man's sudden intensity.

"He is the devil, if ever there was one. A self-made evil. Powerful. Greedy. Cruel. You know he seeks you, and it is only by luck, and the skill of the gods and others trying to thwart him that you are yet free. Do not so easily show yourself to him."

I pulled away and Dad stepped between us as if to threaten the man. But before he did, Tristan sat down and relaxed, the smoky goggles back on his face. He said more calmly, "My free time is now up. I'm afraid I must depart."

"Just like that?" Theresa said, "You have nothing but free time, Tristan."

He smiled. "Oh, true that is. But, you see, if no one here is currently interested, there are those who... appreciate... a man with two hard cocks..."

And he simply disappeared, leaving the three of us breathing silently as the flames in the pit danced to a random tune only they could hear.

Tera, Female, 15

	- Narrator, host of the essence, daughter of Quinn

	- 5'7, pale-beige skin, 135lbs, shoulder-length bright copper-orange-red hair

Quinn, Male, 41

	- Former host, father of Tera

	- 6'0, beige skin, 190lbs, wavy blonde-brown hair a few inches long

Theresa, Female, mid-40s

	- Former mortal

	- 5'10, beige skin, 155lbs, shoulder-length wavy golden-red hair

Tristan, Male (Morph), 40s

	- Former mortal

	- 5'4, tanned-bronze skin, 155lbs, wiry, tangled dark-brown hair