Omera's Journey: A Futa Fantasy

By Mysti Blair

Omera is a resident of Priapa, an island of women with something extra special about them. When they are invaded by the repressive Allinavs, she agrees to go with them to their country in order to end the invasion, not knowing she is expected to marry King Ronen. While there she learns that the country is in trouble, and decides to help them in their war against the Solomenions.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mysti Blair
• Release date: Nov 17, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005592097

Mysti Blair

Just a Canadian girl in the Great White North looking to make things steamy. I've been writing all my life, but just recently decided to take the plunge and write fiction. I'm an adult writing about adult situations, for adults! I have lots of stories coming, so stay tuned!

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Omera’s Journey: A Futa Fantasy

By Mysti Blair

Copyright 2020 Mysti Blair

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Warning: This book contains sexually explicit adult material and is for adults only. All characters in this book are 18 years of age or older. This is a work of fiction. None of the characters, situations, places or events are real.

Table of Contents

Excerpt of Omera’s Journey

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

About the Author

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Excerpt of Omera’s Journey

I looked down, we were both hard, and the heads of our cocks were almost touching. I moved my hips and then they were touching, they slid against each other, we both had precum on our tips. Ronen began to breathe heavily. We slid like that for a while, then I held our cocks steady with one hand, and with the other I slid my foreskin over my cock head and it reached to cover Ronen’s. He looked at me.

What are you doing, Omera?

I don’t quite know, I’ve never done it before, do you not like it?

He shook his head vigorously. Oh no, it feels good. I held our cocks as we undulated together, we couldn’t move too much or my foreskin would roll back. Part of why it felt so good was the control it required.

Ronen’s hand covered mine. Let me try.

I withdrew my hand and let him take over. Ronen retracted my foreskin and slid his over his head to mine. The head of my cock was enveloped by his velvety softness, moving gently up and down. The intimacy of it shocked me. We looked into each other’s eyes. Ronen reached out and touched my left nipple. The feeling traveled from there to my cock and clit. I reached out and did the same, I knew his were sensitive as well. We moaned. Our hips moving in little circles as his foreskin over my cock head. I leaned in and kissed him.

I love you, Ronen, I whispered into his ear.

I love you, too."

I gripped his shoulder I’m gonna cum.

I am, too.

Omera’s Journey: A Futa Fantasy

Chapter One

It all started when I saw the strange shiny thing. I was on my way to the river to catch some fish when something glinting in a bush caught my eye. I rested my hand on my knife handle, ready to unsheathe at any moment, and parted the branches. I looked around and gingerly reached my hand out and picked it up to look at it more closely. It was about as long as my forearm, it had a handle with an engraved design and at the top was a metal ball with sharp spikes coming out of it. I placed it in my leather satchel, it was then that I saw footprints on the earth. I stepped into it, it was much bigger than mine, so it couldn’t be from any Priapite, but then who else could it be? My stomach felt queasy, and I suddenly became hyper-aware of my surroundings. I forgot about fishing, I had to follow the footsteps. I dropped my rod and slipped off my shoes to creep upon the soft, cool earth. The footsteps followed the river, and soon they were joined by other footsteps. I crouched low to the ground when I heard voices, strange and deep.

I glanced up, and over the embankment I heard a voice like a roaring stag: Dammit, Sebastian, can’t you read a map?

I took a moment to decide what to do. Go back to the village and get help? It was too far, and these people might be gone by the time I returned with back-up. I decided to stay and gather more information. I took a deep breath and crawled on my belly until I could see over the embankment, every muscle tense and ready to spring into action. I gasped, I had never seen such creatures before. They were tall with broad chests and shoulders. There was no softness or roundness to them at all. They had hair on their faces, their square faces. All except for a young one who had light blonde hair and eyes the color of the ocean. The face was smooth, and this one stood out among the others, not just because of its youth but because of its beauty. They were wearing odd clothing, bulky and cumbersome. Well, odd to me since we only wore the most basic tunics. Once I got over my shock of their strange appearance I focused on their actions. Some were looking over a map and speaking in low tones. Others were checking their bows and arrows or sharpening knives. And one was building a fire. I forgot I was scared for a few moments and I watched as they moved, it was different from us somehow. Compared to them we woman floated as we moved while they lumbered about. I had to admit that I enjoyed watching them. The wind changed and I could hear their words, which zapped me out of my reverie.

It has to be around here somewhere, Xan.

I know that, Tove, but where? If only you hadn’t forgotten the dogs.

I know, I know. But Ronen here has experience hunting and stalking, maybe he can find them. The one called Tove gestured to the tall one with reddish-brown hair and beard. That must be Ronen. They were called he.

Yes, the one called Ronen replied. Ever since I was a child, father made sure of it. I’ll find the Priapites.

My ears pricked up. That’s what I am.

Remember, we need one alive, at least one. Kill if you absolutely have to, but we need a live one, or two.

They chuckled amongst themselves.

Of course, Xan.

I tried to swallow but my throat was dry. I had to get back to the village and warn my sisters. I started moving backward when my foot snapped on a dry branch. I flinched and looked at the strangers. They were looking in my direction.

What was that?

Probably just a deer. C’mon, I need you to look at the map!

Carefully, I got down the embankment and ran back to the village, ignoring the cuts on my bare feet.

In the village the Priapites were going about their business. I searched the bustling crowd until I saw my lover, Kelna, shopping basket in hand. She looked a lot like me, with tan skin and light brown, wavy hair. Others often joked that we were twins.

Omera, you weren’t gone long, and where’s the fish, where’s your rod?

I didn’t go fishing, Kelna, I-I…I need to talk to Bili.

Bili? But why?

I’ll tell you later, I swear, but where is she? I hopped on sore feet, slipping my shoes back on.

She’s conferring with the elders, you really shouldn’t interrupt!

It’s important! I was so upset my voice cracked.

Kelna was silent, knowing she couldn’t dissuade me. I ran off in the direction of the leader’s chambers.

I burst into the room, the elders turned to me in surprise. Bili maintained her normal serene expression. She was the leader of our island. She was not quite an elder yet, but she had a silver streak in her black hair, and when braided as it was now, it looked quite dramatic and regal. She had been my teacher when I was a girl, and now she was mentoring me to become a scholar. I had known her my entire life.

Dear Omera, to what do we owe the pleasure?

I’m sorry, Bili, but I must speak with you now, in private.

I looked at the elders, a few rolled their eyes.

Bili nodded her head and joined me in the vestibule.

What is it, dear one?

"I saw something, people, but they weren’t like us. They didn’t have breasts, and they were tall, they had deep, gruff voices, and hair on their faces, I mean a lot of hair. They carried strange, metal tools. Here, I found one."

I handed it to Bili.

Bili studied it, a quizzical look on her face.

And they were looking for us, they said Priapites! They-they want to take one of us back with them alive, but they’ll kill if they have to.

Bili silently handed the object back to me. Her face was white and looked weary.

Brave, sensible Omera, luckily it was you who came upon them. Others may not have been so cautious. Please, come to my study.

What about the elders?

They can see themselves out.

I followed her down a flight of stairs to a passageway. Bili lit a candle and soon we were climbing up another staircase that ended in her library. She made sure the door was locked and then went to a bookshelf, picking up a large, dusty tome.

The prior leaders told me of such people, but I didn’t think I’d have to tell your generation about them.

What people, Bili?

Bili turned the book around so I could see, there was a drawing of the exact creature I had encountered just minutes before.

Men, Bili said solemnly.

Men?

She nodded and gestured for me to sit next to her.

Men plural, man singular. They are like us, but not like us. She turned the page and there was a drawing of one naked. I swallowed hard, luckily Bili didn’t seem to notice.

They do not have our breasts or our shape, but they do have a penis and testicles. Their testicles are external, while as you know ours are internal.

But no womb or ovaries, no vagina, no clitoris? I asked incredulously. Well, how do they procreate?

"I’ll show