Goddess of Fertility Day 4
Tira has fun with her new goddess.
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The warm, sweet liquid flows readily from the breast of the bountiful goddess. Its delicacy swirls through Tirna’s mouth as she suckles upon that teet, letting it wash over her cheeks and coat her tastebuds with the otherworldly delight and warmth it provides.
Bringing back instincts that her body and mind had long forgotten, she latches on and suckles, letting more and more of that delightful treat fill her up, gulping it down in large, pleased swigs.
All the tiredness from her travel up the mountain disappears, and her worries bubble and flow through her body as if she had a sticky treat and washed it down with a refreshing poultice.
She breaks the seal around Xasandra’s nipple, some of the milk leaking down, flowing through her without end.
Tirna gasps, pressing her thumb to the mound and wiping the leaking liquid. “I-I’m sorry. W… will you stop, or…?”
Xasandra chuckles, stroking a hand over the woman’s hair. “Oh, it’s quite alright, my child. I always provide when my children hunger.”
“You have children?” Tirna asks.
“I have many children, for I symbolize bountiful births. I wish to show women what they are capable of—to be mothers that will help cultivate the next generation.”
Tirna licks her lips. “W… why are you a dragon?
Xasandra pats the woman on the head, gently letting her down onto her feet.
“There are many mysteries in this world that you need not worry about, but if you are to spread my word to the world, you should know a few things about me.”
She stands tall, stepping up behind Tirna, wrapping her arms around the human woman and pulling her in. Those titanic tits of hers rest upon Tirna’s shoulders while the goddess holds her arms delicately. “Dragons,” she begins, “are some of the oldest creatures in the world. And they are the most virile. Dragons can sire and birth beings with many creatures, creating beautiful babies.”
Tirna bites her lip, placing her hands on her stomach. “That’s true?”
“Very much,” says the goddess. “And they make for passionate lovers with those that they meet.”
Tirna spins around, wrapping her arms around the goddess. “Then, if I do a good job and bring your word to my people, will you find a dragon to be my husband and the father of my children. So they can show the others that our village and people are yours?”
Xasandra squats down before the woman, tits sliding down, staining her with milk. She stares eye-t0-eye with Tirna, giggling gently. “Oh, my child, how you have turned around to me and my ideas so quickly. Is this truly what you wish?”
The woman blushes slightly, looking away from the dragon’s eyes. “I’ve always wanted to be a wife and mother. Finding a husband among a nearby tribe was just a means to that end.”
“Is that so?” the dragon asks, resting the woman’s cheek upon her palm. “Then, perhaps you would be happy to know that you won’t have to worry about finding a mate anymore. After you supped upon my milk, you are mine.”
“Yours… so will you give me a son of yours to be my husband?”
The goddess smirks. “Oh, child, I need not do something so out-of-the-way. We have all that we need right here.”
Tirna frowns at this. “I don’t understand, oh mother goddess.”
The goddess responds, lifting the woman up once more in the grasp, but it is a bridal carry instead of that motherly hold. “My dear, I am the representation of all fertility. Nothing is beyond my grasp.”
“T-then, you shall provide me a child w-without a father?”
A soft growl rises up from the dragon’s throat. “Oh, but where’s the fun in that.” She says this, leaning in, her maw opening, her tongue slipping out, pressing upon the woman’s cheek, flicking under her chin. It picks up the remnants of juice and milk and flicks down over her neck.
“W… aha… what are you doing?”
“Do you wish for motherhood?”
“M-more than anything.”
“Then, let me grant it to you with all the enjoyment the process entails.
The woman blinks, and then she blushes, and then she squirms in the dragon’s grasp. “I… yes. Show me, oh goddess, your power.”
Xasandra lays the woman down on the soft earth, and she nuzzles upon Tirna’s neck. “We can get right to it, of course, but a field is sown when properly tended.”
She kisses the woman now, softely with that snout of a mouth. Tirna’s lips pucker against that scaley skin, only for the warm tongue to press against her lips.
She yields to Xasandra, feeling that warm and thick muscle fills her mouth and explore her, tasting every inch within her and even teasing her to the back of her throat.
The goddess sits up, licking her mouth and nodding. “You drank so much that you taste my milk,” she sighs. “That is the devotion that I appreciate.”
Clawed hands reach down, tracing along Tirna’s collar and then swirling over the curve of her breasts. “These will become heavy soon, filled with your own milk, ready to feed your child as I have fed you.”
Tirna lifts her chest, closing her eyes.
She gasps when that dragon's tongue swirls around her nipple, flicking over the thing, stiffening that nub up.
“Yes, you will be an excellent mother, and I shall give you all the seed you need to become one and lead my people into their new lives.
“H… how…?” Tirna asks.
“Patience,” the dragon growls, her hand slipping down the woman’s side. “There’s so much more I need to enjoy from you before you receive me. And in this realm, we have all the time in eternity to show you every last thing.”