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It was a beautiful spring day. Though the air was still cold the moment a breeze came, today was so still that the sun's weak, early rays warmed every surface, from brick buildings and plants yearning for light, to the fur and skin of the people walking the narrow town streets. Spring was a time for renewal, as everyone knew, heralding the coming of summer. Flora, goddess of flowers and spring, would decorate the earth with her manifold colors, and later give space to Vesta, goddess of the home, for the celebration of the summer solstice.

Of course, Venus, goddess of love and all things that came with it, also played a distinct, if less pronounced, role in the springtime rituals of this Roman town. For what was spring if not the season of mating, of the frozen and buried lusts thawing and once more overcoming all animals and people and leading to a new generation being born late in the fall?

That was what was on the mind of most of the passers-by, though none more so than Vesper and his mother, Demetra, both tan-furred Cirneco dell'Etna; Cirneco coursing hounds. These canines were, perhaps, more affected by the turning of the season, as for their ancient relatives, this would've been the mating season. It didn't make matters any less pressing that the two shared a relationship one might call Oedipal – though there was no jealousy – but certainly one that'd been brewing over the years, platonic at first, until Vesper had recently come of age.

As mother and son had first truly and properly embraced each other, they'd also decided that the first time they truly consummated their love should be under the watchful and loving gaze of Venus herself, at her very temple. There was no taboo to what they were doing, not in this time and place; only pure passion and enthusiastic love-turned-carnal.

There, in the distance, the temple – around which the town itself had been built, on a scenic field surrounded by high mountains and babbling brooks – loomed, its entrance guarded by those statues, the curves of which flowed like water, the stone frozen in sensual shapes by the skillful eye and hand of the sculptor.

Rumor had it that no woman who entered the temple would leave without being pregnant. Similarly, one might assume that any men who entered were fathers upon leaving, but Venus held a singular focus on the fertility of women. That was, of course, a part of her domain; though Vesta held dominion over home and family, she would forever remain a virgin, whereas Venus suffered no such limitations, gladly and passionately reigning over conception from the first moments of growing lust to the final panting breaths of post-coital bliss.

It was to this temple that the two coursing hounds were headed, along the winding cobblestone paths of the spring-dressed town. They held each other's hands like lovers, because soon, they would be just that. The fact that they were mother and son made no difference; Venus would protect them from any problems such an incestuous love would otherwise cause.

The real reason they were headed to the temple, though, was that Vesper insisted on learning how to properly pleasure women before mating with his mother. It was a point of pride; one that he'd never truly let go. Though the first time being perfect wasn't much more than a dream, it could at least be good, and that was the young dog's goal.

At the temple, they were greeted by three priests of Venus. Or rather, one priest – a goat, perhaps in his thirties – and two heavily pregnant priestesses, a mare and a Nubian jackal. All three were dressed in silks that barely covered anything, sparse and sheer as they were. To anyone else, such a manner of dress would've been unthinkably scandalous; to servants of Venus, it was the expected, sensual norm.

“Welcome, lovers," the priest greeted them. “Vesper and Demetra, I believe? We received word that you were coming."

“That would indeed be us," the younger hound spoke.

“Perfect, perfect. Lucia, if you will…" the goat replied, nodding towards the mare, who held out a bubbling, frothy drink to Vesper. “Drink it. The taste might be disagreeable, but you are expected to pleasure and seed three women in a matter of hours. You might think your lust unconquerable, but…"

The goat chuckled apologetically, holding up a hand in a reconciliatory gesture as he saw just how flustered the hound was getting. “Trust me."

Vesper took the potion, held it to his lips, and tilted the contents into his mouth. The taste was bitter, almost like the stalk of a dandelion, but it was for a good cause; shuddering with disgust, he eventually managed to swallow every last drop, and the effect was immediate. A warmth settled into his belly, and from there, radiated towards his groin, his shaft quickly engorging with blood and lust.

“Very good. That will ensure that you do not run out of stamina. Let us head inside. Iola, you'll be first," the goat announced, this time with a nod towards the jackal.

They left the warming rays of the sun and headed into the sensual shadows of the temple interior. It was no less warm than the outside, or perhaps even more so, owing to the torches and braziers that cast fluttering shadows across the finely sculpted floors, including the central one; a wide space in which the floor was covered in furs, woven blankets, silken pillows, and every other soft, fine fabric that the Romans could create. This was the heart of a Venusian temple: not an altar, nor a pulpit, but a sacred space of lust and love, passion and desire, and the floral, smoky scent of incense made the air itself seem somehow blessed.

The goat sat in the middle, and to his left and right, the mare and jackal laid down on their backs, each woman's legs casually spread in an inviting display. The ritual was, as they'd discussed, that Vesper would practice with both the mare and the jackal, and then seed his mother as well. The priest, then, would sanctify their union to ensure Demetra's safe pregnancy.

Vesper shed the robe he had been wearing, revealing a toned, if skinny body of lean muscle, as hounds like himself tended to have. He took pride in himself, though, and cared as best he could for his form. That included his beautiful, knotted cock, jutting out hard as steel from his sheath, ready to accomplish its duty. Or, one might say, supposedly ready. The hound was little more than a virgin, and though he had all the desire and appeal of a stud, today was the day he would pick up the skills to go with it.

He knelt in front of the jackal at the priest's guidance, admiring her gravid form just as much as he admired the visibly damp slit between her legs, gently spread and slightly puffy with desire.

“Now, take me. Gently," Iola whispered. “Give me all of yourself. Guide your cock into me."

Vesper obeyed with a little more eagerness than was strictly necessary, pulling the jackal's hips up just slightly, so as to avoid putting too much pressure on her swollen belly, and his cock naturally, perhaps instinctively, found its mark in her hot, wet folds. The young hound slid all the way inside her in one reflexive buck of his hips, gasping with pleasure at the first time that a woman engulfed him in that tight embrace, irresistible to almost all men.

“Control yourself. Breathe deeply. In, and out," the jackal guided him. “You will not last long, but you will last longer than this."

Though his entire body was burning with pleasure, Vesper obeyed. He steadied his breathing, holding himself buried to the hilt inside the priestess' silken pussy. Every inch of contact between their warm bodies was electrifying, though Vesper, being so new to all of it, could barely even pay attention to the greater whole with how that singular spot between the jackal's black thighs was already milking him.

Milking him, yes, each little clench designed by the gods to make him pump his seed into her. An act that then, in turn, would result in a woman's belly growing to look just as the jackal's did, heavy with new life. Then, birth. A single orgasm could be life-changing if one's instincts were allowed to fully take control. And that was what made it so special and fascinating, a miraculous event, a blessing from the gods themselves, a world-shattering climax of pleasure that led to life itself changing in turn.

His hips trembled as he tried to keep a slow, steady pace, fighting against the urge to speed up and finish already, but her body was making it so very difficult. It was like her silken sex was tugging on him, trying to keep him from ever leaving her lusty embrace. Certainly, his whole shaft was already coated in her wetness.

“Steady breaths," she repeated. “And when you can't anymore, tie with me. Push your knot all the way in, firmly, and hold yourself there."

Iola guided Vesper a little more, giving him advice on just how to best slide his knot into her. It all came down to gentle pressure, the beginnings of which the hound already felt on each inward thrust, as the jackal's dew-soaked lips kissed his swelling knot each time he bucked his hips. Her body was already inviting him inside, just as it was meant to do. And he was perilously close to fulfilling his own duty.

“I… I c-can't," he hissed. “Can't hold back."

He had been at it for only a few minutes. But there was no shame in that, not for someone this new to the pleasures of adulthood. His second, third, and so on, he'd last much longer. Iola told him as much, between little whimpering moans and encouraging squeezes. She hooked a leg around his waist.

“Then tie with me. Fill me with your seed. Let me feel you throb!" she commanded, her voice rising to a forceful growl. “Show me just how virile you are!"

He did so. With a reciprocal growl of this own, he thrust into her firmly, meeting only her natural tightness as resistance as his knot smushed against her folds. He thrust harder, claws digging into the blankets lining the temple floor as he put on more pressure. Then, suddenly, pop. The same slick warmth that was embracing his cock swallowed up his knot too, his full length inside the jackal's pregnant body.

Vesper could do nothing but gasp, and even then, didn't manage to draw in more breath than that. He was frozen, the pleasure even more overwhelming now, and for a good few seconds the pressure in his loins grew and grew until he couldn't help but give the jackal a few more short, jagged thrusts, feeling his knot shift inside her, and he came almost immediately. With the very first throb of his cock, Iola moaned joyfully, announcing her seeding to the rest of the room; the priest, who nodded approvingly, and Demetra, who looked more excited than anything.

Not that Vesper saw their reactions. Every fiber of his being was hard at work breeding the beautiful jackal beneath him. He thrust into her erratically, as much as he could, to prolong that mind-melting orgasm just a little longer. He throbbed and jerked in her depths, each twitch followed by another spurt of white-hot seed delivered exactly where it was meant to go, with no protection to keep it from soaking into the jackal's thirsty womb.

Of course, she was already pregnant, and this was merely a practice round. There'd be more practice before he actually bred anyone.

“Very… good," Iola panted beneath him. “Too quick, but that will come with time. You tied with me beautifully, and mm…"

She trailed off, playfully clenching her inner muscles around Vesper's cock, in a way that made the hound give a surprised bark. He felt incredibly sensitive, perhaps partially owing to the drink he'd been given. Some sort of aphrodisiac and energizer.

“You're very productive," Iola smiled, feeling a trickle of the younger canine's cum oozing out of her, between the tight seal of his knot and her clutching inner walls. “Your mother is a lucky woman."

Though rather high on all the chemicals his body rewarded him with, Vesper still blushed, his muzzle painted a rusty crimson by the sudden reminder of why he was here. Regardless, he thanked the jackal, and at her guidance, slowly began to pull out. It almost felt like there was a suction, her body refusing to let him go, but he wasn't going to go soft anytime soon.

“Pull harder," Iola ordered, and he did, slowly but firmly pulling himself free of her, gritting his teeth. Then, with another wet pop, he was free, and a gush of his spilled seed followed from the jackal's sex.

He had no time to admire his work, though, before the priest guided him to the mare. His education had to be continued, no matter how much the young man would've preferred taking a long nap. Thankfully, the mare seemed, if anything, even more eager, her chestnut fur already glistening with sweat from watching Vesper and Iola. She spread her legs wide in turn, presenting herself for a rutting.

“You can be rougher with me. I'm big enough to handle it," she smiled, and her pussy visibly clenched. Winking, as it was called, Vesper seemed to recall. It made him feel like a stallion. “But I expect you to last longer than you did with her. Hold my leg on your shoulder, you'll get deeper that way."

She raised one leg, and Vesper let it rest over his shoulder as he scooted into place, positioning his formerly virgin shaft at the entrance of the second woman of the day. Just like the jackal, the chestnut mare was heavily pregnant, as most servants of Venus tended to be.

“Now," she spoke, while the priest and Vesper's mother stared intently at the pair. “Try thrusting into me quickly and then keep a fast rhythm."

Vesper, young and horny man as he was, didn't need told twice. He thrust, hard, into the mare's soaked passage, but this time with a lusty growl rather than a surprised gasp. The warmth and wetness engulfed him, and with the mare being quite a bit bigger than the jackal, he sunk all the way to his knot inside her in one smooth motion. That was when he gave a surprised gasp.

“Mhm. You can use your entire knot when with a bigger woman," the horse grinned, a flushed look on her face as she took all of Vesper's cock. “Not that you w-will, with your m-mother," she huffed, as Vesper began to thrust.

Indeed, he wouldn't, but the exercise had a purpose in letting him get used to the feeling of his knot popping in and out of that vice-like and warm embrace without cumming instantly, the way a totally inexperienced and pent-up young male might. There was no mistaking just how good it felt, certainly; pressure around the knot was what usually triggered a male canine's orgasm, after all, so even after emptying his balls only moments before, Vesper had to fight the urge to do so again after only perhaps a dozen quick thrusts into the mare's deep, welcoming sex.

“Remember to breathe. Steady but quick rhythm. Deeper!" the mare kept giving him commands. Unlike Iola, Lucia intended to teach the young man not only how to seed a woman, but how to make her cum, and her particular quirk was that she wanted the hound's cock as deep inside her as possible. “And rub-“ she paused, grabbing Vesper's hand and guiding it to her achingly hard clit. “Rub, right there, little circular motions…"

He let her guide his hand for the first few motions, gauging exactly how much pressure he should be applying. The touch, of course, made the mare moan as surely as if it was her own fingers, and when she let go, Vesper kept kneading her clit gently, drawing out more of those pleasured whimpers and moans. Each was accompanied by her slick sex clenching around his cock, which only made it more immensely rewarding.

Yet, try as he might, Vesper found himself careening towards orgasm regardless. It was impossible not to, not with his whole knot wetly popping in and out of the mare. His thrusts grew erratic, and soon, so did his breathing, the young hound losing track of the steady rhythm he'd been following. Instead, he was pounding into his equine lover hard, hard enough that her pregnant belly bounced with each buck of his hips. Not so much that it'd risk hurting the life growing inside it, but hard enough to make even the experienced mare squirm.

She wasn't far behind him in climax, and it quickly became a matter of pride. No matter how much the hound's balls told him to give up and spill his seed, he endured, focusing on his ragged breathing as much as he could, and then gritting his teeth as he felt that now-familiar pleasure start building in his loins again, like a fire burning ever hotter. But he wanted to – had to – make the mare cum before he did, so he could prove to his mother than he could pleasure a woman. And so he rubbed her clit a little more quickly, letting his fingers flick over the stiff nub rather than just circling it.

“Y-yes, almost- keep doing t-that," the mare groaned. Her beautiful, curvy body tensed in anticipation, her breath hitching as she drew closer to a heavenly orgasm. Then, the very same second that Vesper knew he wouldn't be able to hold back any longer, passing the point of no return, she came with a nickering groan.

Suddenly, she wasn't tense anymore. Rather, she was rocking back against Vesper's canine cock, forcing him deeper and deeper into her even as her pussy milked him with quick, eager clenches following the rhythm of pleasure wracking her. And in turn, Vesper, joining her in ecstasy rather quickly, seeded her, each throb of his cock reciprocating the mare's sweet squeezes, and flooding his second woman of the day with rich, warm ropes of his cum.

“Beautiful, beautiful," the priest spoke, in shameless admiration, once Vesper slumped down, his orgasm once again ebbing. “I believe you're ready for the union you yearn for."

“A-already? I need- need a moment to-“ the hound wheezed, while Lucia giggled underneath him. Had he been able to distance himself, Vesper would've perhaps admitted that he did look amusing, just about wrung dry.

“A few moments, then. Wait for the potion to speed your recovery," the priest chuckled. “Demetra, perhaps you might help by teasing your son a little?"

The older hound didn't need to be told twice. Once Vesper had successfully extricated himself from the mare's embrace, and cleaned himself up a little, Demetra eagerly dropped down to join him on the blankets and furs. The two incestuous lovers-to-be embraced each other warmly, more akin to partners than a mother and son, though the deep affection of the latter was there, too, in their warmth.

“Are we really going to do this?" Vesper asked. It wasn't that he was getting cold feet, as much as it was him being unable to quite believe that he finally felt his mother's body pressed against him so intimately, the older hound slowly peeling off her dress.

“We are," was all she said. Her heavy breasts popped free of their silken prison, and came to rest against Vesper's chest. “The moment you feel ready, my beautiful son."

Well, it didn't take too long after that. Though physically exhausted, the aphrodisiac the young dog had imbibed earlier ensured that he wouldn't stay soft for long. Soon, he and his mother were caressing each other there on the soft temple floor, under the watchful gaze of Venus and her servants. A peck to the cheek turned into a passionate, entangled kiss. A touch into a possessive, greedy grope.

Yet, Vesper had to close his eyes as his mother leaned back, her tight embrace pulling the younger hound with her onto the furs. Her warm, curvy body felt like heaven against his firmer, more masculine shape. Nothing could've felt more right than that warm, intimate embrace.

He was hard again. Very hard. Vesper's steely cock was sandwiched between himself and his mother's soft belly. The very same belly that'd soon swell with life, as it once had when making him. The thought made Vesper's head spin, the mere fact that he was about to repeat the act that brought him into being, with the same woman that his father had done it with, it was overwhelming, intoxicating, leaving him in a near-drunken haze of lust as his cock drooled onto Demetra's short fur.

“Take her, with the blessing of Venus," the priest commanded. Entranced by his mother's beauty, Vesper obeyed, pulling his hips back ever so slightly and letting his tapered, knotted cock – still so very sensitive from the earlier ruttings – naturally come to rest against his mother's wet, warm folds.

Then, a heartbeat later, he was inside her, inside the very woman that'd given birth to him all those years ago, and it felt like nothing but pure bliss. Iola and Lucia had been wonderful, but there was an electrifying urgency to Vesper's union with his mother, a chemistry nobody else could match. At least, none had, so far.

In that dim, warm, fragrant temple, he began to slowly gyrate his hips, beginning the mating slowly and gently, just as he'd been taught earlier. Vesper's breath was steady and his focus clear despite the amazing feeling of Demetra squeezing around him warmly. He ignored it, as best he could, and focused instead on the motions. In, and then out. Slowly, steadily, passionately. Demetra's breath quickened with each little thrust, deep enough to have his knot grind against her entrance.

He reached for that sweet spot where they were joined, and knowing what to feel for, quickly found her clit. A quick brush of his fingertips over that overwhelmingly sensitive spot made Demetra bark with pleasure and surprise, and left her back arching as she took every inch of her loving son. Each shock of pleasure, just as it had with Lucia, made her clamp down harder on his cock, as if her body was already begging for his seed without an ounce of shame.

That was, of course, the power of the gods. They were mating in the temple of the goddess of love. Neither of them could resist, at this point, nor even hold back to delay the inevitable. The only thing that remained in Vesper's power was to make his mother cum first, and he insisted on making it happen. Steadily, his pace grew faster, the long sensual strokes replaced by a leisurely rhythm that left the slapping sound of his hips meeting hers echoing throughout the temple. As it was meant to; it was a beautiful sound, signaling pleasure and new life, and so, all of Venus' temples were built to echo all sounds of lust and passion inside them, often hanging just as thick as the scent of incense later in the evenings.

The two priestesses knelt to either side of him, and soon their hands were guiding Vesper in his incestuous mating. One hand on his buttocks urging him to thrust harder. The other, felt around his slick shaft, just where he sank into his mother's pussy, perhaps feeling for her wetness, or making sure that he was thrusting deep enough.

The priest himself sat in front; his attention entirely focused on the couple before him.

“Just like that," he offered as advice. “She'll cum soon, and when she does, so should you. Let her suck your seed deep into herself."

Vesper nodded with a groan as his mother squeezed around him again.

“Yes! Do what he told you! Breed me!" Demetra begged. “I want your pups, my- my son, my love-“

Hearing his mother's usual demureness break down as she approached her orgasm was stronger than any aphrodisiac for the young hound. At the urging of the two priestesses, he sped up, working himself into a frenzied, hammering pace just barely still under his control. His crotch was totally soaked in her passionate juices, and yet, for all the lewd carnality of the moment, there was a romantic, almost spiritual aspect to it. Not only the watchful, loving gaze of Venus in her temple, but the love between a mother and child, as well as that between partners, all mingled into a rich, warm mess of emotions.

He wouldn't last long. He couldn't. But thankfully, Demetra was even nearer to the edge of rapture, having watched her beloved son fuck the other two women. He had grown into such a handsome stud, and she couldn't wait to have him seed her. In fact, feeling him throb inside her, readying to unleash his swimmers inside her, had Demetra squirming with joy already, achingly close to release. But she had faith. The pleasure had built inside her so much that she knew she'd cum in only a few more sharp, aggressive thrusts from Vesper.

And then, in the throes of her climax, she'd conceive her second child, with her very own son as the father.

The thought was so beautifully naughty that it was all it took. Demetra arched her back with a blissful howl, and then she was cumming, more strongly than she could ever remember orgasming before. Her juices splashed Vesper and the furs beneath, but she didn't care. Each spasm of her inner muscles was accompanied by such utter pleasure and joy that even the fields of Elysium would surely pale in comparison.

Then, she felt Vesper's knot push into her, immediately followed by that first pressured squirt of cum inside her, just as she had when conceiving Vesper, and the world around her melted away into white-hot ecstasy.

“Yes," the priest smiled. “Give her your everything."

“Everything. Let this woman conceive for the glory of Venus," the priestesses spoke in unison.

Of course, Vesper was already giving his mother his all, and more. With each throb, another gush of his thick seed jetted into her, further ensuring that she'd soon swell with a litter of incestuous pups. Again, and again, he throbbed and jerked in that searingly hot bliss, and he never wanted it to stop. The moment was indescribable, so deeply emotional and pleasurable that, well… Vesper couldn't remember ever feeling as good as those brief seconds of him breeding his mother.

But end it did, regardless of what he wanted, and soon he was left on top of his mother, utterly exhausted, her fertile sex still lovingly squeezing around his knot. The priestesses whispered something to each other, reaching over the couple of touch each other's gravid bellies, and the priest simply looked on in wonder. No matter how many times he saw the act the aftermath of the fresh seed of a male slowly oozing out of a well-fucked pussy, he'd never grow tired of it.

But he still had a duty to accomplish. Finally, it was the priest's turn to complete the ritual, and doing so by fucking Demetra in turn. Vesper and his mother had known about it, but that didn't make the young hound any more eager to leave that sweet embrace. Eventually, though, he slowly pulled out – groaning at how Demetra's pussy seemed to cling to his knot – and finally, came free. And then he collapsed backwards onto the pillows, utterly spent, aphrodisiac or no.

The goat had a rather naughty grin on his on face that only grew wider as he watched Vesper's possessively grumpy, if exhausted, expression as he approached the hound's well-fucked mother.

“Not to worry, young hound. We priests of Venus sacrifice our own virility after we have done our duties. This is purely to improve her chance of conceiving your pups," he smiled. “I only serve as an extension of the goddess' will."

Not that he didn't draw any pleasure from the act. That much was plainly obvious from his throbbing erection that was quickly and easily revealed by parting the silks he was dressed in. Subsequently, he climbed on top of Demetra, planning a little kiss along the hound's muzzle, before guiding himself in and beginning to rut her in turn.

Though Vesper's heart burned with jealousy watching it, he knew the priest's words to be true. Instead, he focused on the sight of his own cum frothing around the goat's cock. He listened to his mother's pleasured moans, knowing each contraction of hers only sucked his seed deeper. Maybe that was the real “blessing", offering her more orgasms than the young hound could… yet.

Either way, he watched, and soon Demetra was moaning in ecstasy, bucking against the experienced goat in the throes of yet another orgasm. And then another, quickly following the first, fully surrendering her body to the priest's skill. At the same time, though his hips never stopped moving, the goat placed a hand on Demetra's lower belly. He whispered a few words, heard only by himself and the goddess, and very briefly, Vesper could imagine his hand glowing a light purple, just as he hilted himself inside the hound's body with an orgasming grunt of his own.

“T-there," he groaned. “You now carry Vesper's child, hale and healthy," the goat panted, once his haunches stopped reflexively grinding against Demetra.

It was quick, but somehow, both Vesper and Demetra, as they embraced each other on shaky, exhausted legs after the ritual, knew that the goat was telling the truth. Just as the goddess intended, one moment of pleasure had changed everything and begun the growth of new life. As always, that miracle was all impossible to do justice in mere words.

Of course, the task having been accomplished wouldn't stop the mother and son from exploring each other further, all throughout the following nights, and then weeks while waiting for her to begin to show.