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Vesper cuddled up with his pregnant mother. The other Cirneco hound groaned happily as he wrapped his arms around her swollen belly to give her a little extra support. At this point, she needed it, being almost nine months pregnant. Vesper thought she felt softer than usual, despite her stomach being stretched taut by her pregnancy. He would've, of course, given his beautiful mother all the cuddles she wanted, even if it wasn't for the fact that the child was his.

They'd done their best so that the result of their union would be born without any of the risks incest wrought. They had garnered the blessing of Venus herself – the child had, after all, been conceived in her very own temple. From all either of them could tell, it had worked. So far, her gravidity had progressed with no visible issues at all. Demetra herself would tell him that it was the easiest pregnancy she had ever gone through, including when she carried him to term.

Everything was perfect. She was warm and soft, as was their bed. Outside, it was the dead of winter, and though the winds howled, and snow fell – which it very rarely did here in the mediterranean – it couldn't penetrate their humble, well-insulated abode. And even if it could, the way Vesper felt, he would've stayed warm cuddling with his mother even if they were out in the snow. Such was the adoration and love they held for each other.

But they weren't actually cuddling. Wait, why not? Because it had been a couple of months ago. But then why was it happening now? Vesper shook his head. His pregnant mother faded from his arms, revealed to be nothing but his pillow. Ah.

Demetra had already given birth. The result had been a perfectly healthy boy, which she was now busy raising. Vesper was involved, sometimes, helping her when she needed it, but his mother had always been the matriarch of the family; she liked being the one to do everything, and rarely accepted help. Not to say that they didn't still find the opportunity to cuddle now and then, but early mornings were always time to attend to the baby. Mercifully, Demetra let Vesper sleep in. The younger hound had other responsibilities.

Well, normally he did, but today was another holiday. Ambarvalia, the purification of the fields in spring, and the corresponding feast. A perfect excuse for him to simply laze in bed all day, dreaming those daydreams of his. Maybe one day, he and his mother would have another child. Certainly, he already missed their time in the temple. Her needy, warm, wet embrace. The atmosphere of it all. Unfortunately, being a young man, Vesper didn't have a lot of female friends to visit such places with. Maybe as he got older, he would.

He was rudely stirred out of his half-sexual reverie by the sound of the door downstairs slamming open. Vesper shot up, his hard cock only hesitantly beginning to soften as he pulled the blankets over himself. He barely even had the time to do so before he heard someone call for him downstairs.

“Vesper! Get out of bed already, I have something you'll like!"

That deep voice belonged to Magnus, Vesper's uncle, who never had any kind of tact when it came to interrupting whatever people were doing to pull them into his own plans.

“Yeah okay, let me at least get dressed!" Vesper replied with a loud growl as he peeled himself out of bed. Whatever his uncle wanted couldn't possibly be important enough for this, but it would be impolite not to at least check. Ah, the burdens of familiar ties, the hound mused as he pulled on a simple toga. It was warm enough again. The snow had melted quickly after falling last winter, and now only existed in his dreams and memories. He almost missed the cold, though. Not needing to constantly pant to keep himself cool had been a relief.

Either way. He headed downstairs and his uncle was, as expected, there and helping himself to an apple from their kitchen table.

“About time you get up," he laughed, with his mouth half full. “Had some fun dreams?"

“I mean, you could say that I guess. But what do you want?" Vesper asked. He was still a little dazed and slow, having just woken up.

“Why do you think I always have to want something? No, this is something that you are going to like," his uncle laughed. “Remember the priestesses at the temple of Venus?"

That caught Vesper's attention. “As if I could forget. They were both practically goddesses in their own right," the hound sighed, wistfully.

“Yeah, you're right on that. Iola and… what was it, Lucia? And the high priestess, though I never caught her name," Magnus trailed on.

“But what about them?" Vesper interrupted. Sometimes, he wished people would just get to the point. There was a time for foreplay, and that time wasn't just before telling people things they needed to know.

“Oh, right, yeah, they're both in season now and I figured that we'd pay them a visit! They were very happy with your performance last time, but they told me, so I'm pretty sure they want us both there," Magnus grinned. “I figure it's probably Iola who wants you. Lucia looked like she appreciated strong, mature men a little more."

Always have to make it a contest, don't you Magnus?

Vesper didn't verbalize that thought. But what Magnus had told him was interesting! If Iola wanted to get pregnant, and wanted him to assist her, the young hound would be more than happy to help her. Well, maybe deeply and almost pathetically eager was more accurate than happy, but the point was the same; he would.

“Alright," he replied, playing it cool. “So, when did they want us there…?"

“Oh, pretty much whenever. It's Ambarvalia, and the Venusian priestesses aren't part of that, so it's a day mostly off for everyone. Get some food in you, and we'll head off."

He tossed an orange to Vesper, as if it wasn't his orange already, but the hound still caught it. Some quick energy was certainly a good idea if he was expected to grant a woman the blessing of motherhood, most likely over multiple sessions of mating. He peeled and ate it quickly.

“Ready to go?" his uncle asked, and Vesper nodded. If Iola – or Lucia for that matter – wanted his seed, he was indeed happy to provide. They were priestess in the service of the quite literal goddess of love, the one the ancient Greeks had known as Aphrodite. Any man or woman would, or should, have been ecstatic to service them with any part of themselves.

Vesper and Magnus left the house, heading out into the beautiful spring weather. It felt almost exactly like that wonderful day when he had first gone to the temple with his mother, the younger hound thought.

The town was almost deserted, the cobblestone streets empty with most people away at the fields for the ceremonies. Vesper had never cared much for this festival, only the feast that followed. His stomach grumbled at the thought of it, already, but it wasn't the overriding desire the Cirneco hound felt; there was a distinct needy stiffness just a little further down, seemingly growing harder and harder the closer the two got to the temple.

Outside the scenic building, they saw someone waiting for them. Not Iola or Lucia, both of them looked striking and distinct enough in silhouette, but someone entirely different. The figure appeared just as feminine as the other priestesses, clad in long, flowing silks as luxurious as anything he had seen them wear in the temple. As Vesper got closer, he recognized her species – unmistakably the slender yet feminine frame of an Ibizan hound, rather close to his own breed – but her identity remained a secret.

“Who is that?" Vesper whispered to his uncle, who chuckled in response.

“Oh, you'll learn who she is. Her name, though, is Silvina," the older hound grinned. “But we'll see if that's what she prefers to be called today. And what she wants from us."

A few steps later, Vesper raised his hand in greeting.

“Welcome, you two. Oh, you, younger hound. I believe you have been here before, yes? The one Iola keeps talking about, who fertilized his own mother with our blessing?" the Ibizan smiled, warmly. Her perky nipples were plainly visible through the almost translucent silk, and Vesper didn't dare to look any lower.

“That… would be me," Vesper admitted, blushing again. If they were telling stories about him, he must've left quite an impression.

“Mm. You look just as beautiful in person. And now you return to give Iola the gift of your pups, too," the woman replied. “And this other one, your uncle? Was it Lucia who requested you?"

“It was, my love," Magnus replied, his tone more serious than Vesper had ever heard him before. My love was how one addressed the priestesses in the most formal and respectful manner, but it seemed excessive for an encounter outside of the temple. Just who was the Ibizan?

“Perfect. In that case, you two are quite welcome. And, mm… one moment," she informed them, and then focused her gaze first on Magnus, and then the lankier Vesper, looking at them the way one might look at a cut of steak, appraising it… and hungering. Then, she made her choice.

“Vesper, was it? Today is a special occasion, so I would like it if you could breed our high priestess, as well," the ibizan smiled warmly. “The voice and hand of Venus herself, both as her physical self as an avatar of the goddess."

For a moment Vesper could only stare back, in much the same flabbergasted manner as he had a tendency to do when faced with something far too good to be true.

“T-the high priestess? Who is that?" he finally asked.

“You're looking at her, nugator," Magnus laughed, though he quickly quieted himself after a stern look from the Ibizan hound.

“Yes, your crude but virile uncle is correct. You are looking at the high priestess. But do not be intimidated, today I only have the same desires any woman blessed by the goddess would," she smiled. “My name is Silvina. At least as far as our first mating goes."

“W-well, it's an honor, Silvina," Vesper stuttered. Gods, he felt like an overexcited teenager again.

“But do not let me keep you," the high priestess added. “You have your duties to perform. Iola and Lucia await. I do believe the two of them wished to spoil you first, as you are our special guests. I will inform you when I want my due."

With that, she turned around, heading back inside the temple with her swaying, sensual, deliberately seductive gait. She clearly didn't mind, so both Vesper and Magnus stared shamelessly at her perfect body, and in particular-

“Aren't you a lucky dog?" Magnus laughed once she was out of earshot. “I was hoping she'd choose me."

“As if Lucia isn't enough for you, asine," Vesper countered. “Too much, if anything."

“Oh ho, the pup's got teeth. We'll see if you even manage to get your jackal to conceive," Magnus grinned, the playful challenge immediately and wordlessly accepted. Not that the men had any plans on doing anything else.

They headed inside, where they were immediately met by the two eager priestesses. They were both in heat, and that feminine spice lingered in the air, mixing with the constantly burning incense to create a wonderfully, almost impossibly erotic atmosphere. They were guided down, each male with their own woman leading them deeper, past where they had previously mated in the temple and down into a cavern beneath, where few men ever tread.

It was the site of a natural hot spring, though the walls themselves had been sculpted into beautiful pillars. To the side was an area blanketed with the softest blankets – or maybe towels – that both Magnus and Vesper were guided down onto, their clothes stripped by the priestesses' soft, feminine hands.

Lucia then attended Magnus, while the Nubian Jackal, Iola, knelt next to Vesper, and his sphere of attention quickly shrank to just the two of them. She, too, was clad in silks, though not quite and long as luxurious as Silvina's.

“How have you been?" she asked, her voice so low and husky that Vesper had to strain his ears to hear it over the gentle bubbling of the hot springs near them. The air itself was humid and carried both the floral smoke of incense and the heat-scents of three women. The effect was rather unavoidable, with Vesper's cock quickly swelling out of its protective sheath.

“I've been just fine, um… my mom, she did give birth and all… totally healthy boy," Vesper replied, not really sure what he supposed to say, and extremely distracted as Iola pressed one of her jet-black hands against his chest, feeling his firm, masculine body and warmth. “I still remember you, too."

“Of course you do. I'm not easy to forget," Iola replied in that same murmuring whisper. She reached into a bowl nearby, plucking a fresh grape from its stalk, and held it above Vesper's snout. He obligingly opened his mouth and bit into the juicy little fruit while Iola caressed his chest, and eventually straddled him to massage his front more properly.

All that time, the young hound was, of course, painfully erect, but being a priestess of love, it came as no surprise that Iola didn't mind his erection bumping against her shapely rear. In turn, he didn't mind how the beautiful jackal leaned down, firmly planting her lips – a faint taste of pomegranate with the soft warmth of her – against his own and catching him in a sensual kiss.

As horny as he was, though, the massage was wonderful. He had been a little tense for a while, now, and all that melted out of him as Iola expertly kneaded every muscle, from his belly and chest to his shoulders and even his biceps, taking a moment now and then to pop another grape into his mouth, or to give him a small sip of wine, perhaps one made from the very same fruit. He felt rather pampered, and maybe that was the point the priestesses were trying to make. Or less of a point and more of a statement of how they viewed males.

He really didn't know. All he knew was that he blushed fiercely when Iola turned around on top of him, not only giving him a perfect view of her round bottom, but also how she now had a perfect view of his rock-hard cock. The jackal pretended it wasn't even there, though, moving onto Vesper's legs – starting at his thighs – and massaging them, working her way down and leaning down as she did so, until her perfect, flat belly was very obviously pressed against his shaft.

Vesper helped himself to another little sip of wine. For courage, Vesper thought. He was confident enough, these days, but nobody was confident enough to match one of these priestesses, he told himself, trying to preserve some self-respect between reflexive little gasps and half-growled moans as the Iola rubbed up against him.

“You seem eager," she murmured.

“You can… you can tell?" Vesper huffed, mustering as much sarcasm as he could in his voice.

“Even if you weren't rock hard, I could," she replied, and Vesper could absolutely hear her smile even though she was facing away from him. “Time to give myself what I want, then."

In one smooth motion, she hopped off him, and rolled over by the side of the pool in a display of feminine grace and lust, each flex or her muscles serpentine and streamlined. Guided by instinct, and perhaps a little bit of urgent, greedy lust, Vesper was on top of her and between her legs almost the instant she spread them in invitation. His cock naturally ended up resting against her pubic mound.

“Don't hold back, now. I want the goddess' blessing growing inside me," Iola coaxed him, her mouth hanging open in quiet panting that'd soon turn into moans. “And yours."

She wrenched her broad hips upwards, letting him feel just how hot and slick she was. One reflex responded to another, and he nudged his tapered tip against her folds. Another twitch, and he was inside her. They both gasped. Even though Vesper couldn't hold a candle to her in experience or skill, he made up for it in youthful enthusiasm, which the jackal found absolutely intoxicating. The way his entire body trembled as he sank deeper into that fertile silken vice between her legs. The obvious hungry eagerness, communicated with every twitch of his length inside her.

She felt heavenly, of course. There wasn't a lot of range in how a young man could feel, buried to the hilt inside an attractive – no, just about divine – woman, and Vesper was no exception. He moaned, huffed, and started to thrust. It didn't matter if it was the first time or the hundredth time; it'd always feel amazing.

As he slowly found his rhythm, alternating between jagged little bucks of his hips, and longer, deeper thrusts that left him buried to the root inside Iola's clutching sex, he barely noticed the high priestess walking up to them.

“Mm. Oh, how I love watching the sacrament," she grinned, kneeling down beside them. A mating being a ritual of Venus was hardly a surprise, but regardless, Vesper felt honored to have Silvina herself interested in his performance.

But it was even more than that. “Just keep doing what you're doing," she whispered, and then pulled up a sponge, soaked with the hot water of the springs and a little fragrant soap. It seemed pleasant enough. Sensual. Not that Vesper would really smell much of it with Iola's heat filling his nostrils. But he quickly felt the liquid drip onto his back as Silvina began to wash the pair.

“I'm just cleaning the dirt of the mortal world from our bodies," she smiled. “Today, you mate in the realm of the gods."

It was another ritual, of course, but the soap she used felt tingly against Vesper's skin, and the warmth of the water just as sweet, helping his muscles relax between thrusts as the high priestess scrubbed and washed his back, his waist, his rump, his haunches, and lingered very deliberately for a few minutes on his balls, carefully cleansing his heavy sack with the kind of loving adoration only a priestess of Venus could really manage for such a body part so many considered ugly. But no, it was the divine function of it that Silvina saw, and as such, she caressed him freely, and it was all Vesper could do not to squirm under her knowing touch.

She ran a finger along the base of his cock, where he was united with the moaning jackal underneath him, sighed happily, and then moved to wash the rest of him. Sides, belly, and then his legs, sensually working the soap into his fur and then rinsing it off with hot water. Before he knew it, Vesper was already perilously close to orgasm, his body close to surrendering to the wet, warm caress of Iola's fertile sex around him. But he kept thrusting; he had learned to delay his climax enough during the many times with his mother. It was a matter of pride, now. He always wanted his lover to reach their peak first.

It was no easy feat with a love-priestess, of course, maybe impossible. But he would still try, even reaching down to slip his thumb over her stiff little clit to make the jackal squeal and squirm a little harder. Squirm, and clench, which in turn pulled Vesper that much closer to the edge as those strong inner muscles caressed him.

“Y-you can c-cum when you want to, you know-“ Iola goaded him. “That's all that matters right now."

“M-mh. But I want to feel your pleasure around me," the hound replied in a heated whisper. “You c-cum for me, first."

All the while, Silvina kept cleansing their bodies. Next to them, Magnus and Lucia were equally conjoined in the throes of passion, but Vesper had no attention left to spare; his world was that sweet, heated clenching around his cock, threatening to steal away all his self-control. At the same time, Iola's breath was hitching, too. It wouldn't be long before she lost control either.

“We'll do it t-together, then, awh-“ Iola moaned, tensing up for a second as a quake of pleasure resonated through her body. “-soon, almost, a-almost... there."

Vesper was too. He kept thrusting, hard, into that welcoming and fertile wetness, already on the edge, or maybe past it, with his balls tightening against his body, eager to empty themselves deep into his lover.

“Cum for me," he growled, hoarsely. It was the kind of demand he really had no right to make, not of a priestess, but fortunately, Iola was already just on the edge, and she liked having demands like that made of her.

Naturally, she came, and it was an explosive release. Silvina gasped with breathless adoration as the younger woman arched her back, stiffening into a statuesque pose for perhaps a few seconds, and then moaned out in sweet release, her claws digging into Vesper's back and one of her legs squeezing him into herself, vainly wanting his cock even deeper inside her. The other leg kicked weakly in time with the rhythmic, milking squeezes of her fertile pussy around Vesper's cock as her body tried to force him into cumming, too.

Not that he wasn't going to, anyway.

Vesper threw his head back as the pleasure finally reached a boiling point. With a spasmodic final thrust he buried himself to the hilt in Iola's clenching sex and let go. He throbbed deep inside her, several times in quick succession, his entire toned body trembling with each jerk of his cock, and each followed by a gush of his virile seed exactly where the priestess wanted it.

He held himself there in that sweet, tight bliss, letting Iola milk him dry, until those twitches and throbs ceased, leaving the hound staring at her emptily, with a blank yet euphoric look on his face, along with a growing sense of pride over having done his duty. Silvina took a moment to rub some kind of balm or lotion onto his back while he was still buried inside Iola, something soothing and tingly.

“I hope it takes," he whispered, after he finally managed to catch his breath enough to speak at all.

“It will," Iola replied, looking rather flushed. Every now and then, she still shivered in the aftershocks of her orgasm, and only reluctantly did she finally relax her legs to allow Vesper to pull out of her. A small trickle of his seed followed, but Iola quickly bunched a few pillows under her hips to let it all pool against her cervix, where it needed to be to fertilize her.

For a moment they both laid there, side by side, staring at the fresco-adorned ceiling, halfway between a natural cave and a very elaborately carved temple roof. Slowly, Vesper found his breath steadying, and he even spared Magnus and Lucia a glance. They, too, were intimately cuddled up, though the mare was already fondling Vesper's uncle again, probably hoping for another go.

Even if there was no “second turn" at all, Vesper was happy. It was amazing how the simple act of mating, bare as nature intended it, could be so satisfying. To breed someone, intentionally and eagerly, with nothing held back between two lovers. No protection, no precautions, no worries, and no anxieties. Just the sweet bliss of a bare, shared orgasm that left bellies swelling.

“I think Silvina will want you, too," Iola whispered, dropping back into that low, barely audible range. “She seemed excited by your… performance."

Vesper hadn't noticed it before, but he did now; Silvina, the high priestess, had left the two of them alone at some point, after washing and… lotioning them, and thinking about that lotion, Vesper was starting to feel like he was a little more invigorated than he'd have expected to be after such an energetic rutting-session.

“What makes you think that?" Vesper asked in response.

“I know her," Iola smiled. “And that lotion she used should have you hard and ready again in no time."

Ah. That would explain why he was getting hard again, Vesper thought.

With a playful little giggle, Iola spoke again. “Not to mention I'm pretty sure she's trying beckon you over right now."

Vesper raised an eyebrow and looked around, and finally noticed the high priestess resting in a small, fur-lined alcove carved into the side of the temple-cave. She responded with what could best be described as seductive glance, leaning back and spreading her legs. And then, with a deft hand, her lips as well, letting Vesper stare at her perfect, pink little sex. It was the same irresistible siren call that it was for any virile and somewhat straight male; urges as old as nature itself welled up in Vesper's head immediately.

“Go on, attend to her," Iola encouraged him. “I have enough of your seed in me for a whole generation," she smiled, and then nodded towards Lucia and Magnus who were, once again, going at it like bunnies in heat, with no eyes for anyone but each other. “And I don't think your uncle will mind."

Vesper felt a little bad about not giving the jackal some cuddles or aftercare, but at the same time, those of the Venusian faith were always a lot more open about love, and especially sharing that love. He got up, on somewhat shaky legs, and joined the high priestess in her cozy little alcove. She raised her legs up, almost touching her toes to the rugs behind her with effortless flexibility.

“Well? You're not going to leave your high priestess waiting, are you?" she grinned, a couple of fingers teasing her entrance, which, now that he was up this close, Vesper could tell was soaked with desire.

“Just like this, my love?" Vesper asked. The position – a mating press, if he recalled the name correctly – didn't look comfortable, but then, Silvina seemed blessed with a divine kind of flexibility.

“Just like this," Silvina smiled.

With that cleared up, Vesper climbed atop her. He was already painfully hard again, and though the position was somewhat difficult, with him having to straddle the priestess, his cock seemed to naturally find her sex. Gravity did the rest; Vesper only had to relax, and it felt as if Silvina's body pulled him in. Both, as always, sighed with pleasure at that initial, shared moment of tightness and fullness, respectively.

Vesper grasped her ankles, both to help her stay in position, and to steady himself atop her, and then began to thrust. The slickness was incredible; Iola had been wet, but after watching their breeding, Silvina was drenched, and the way she massaged every inch of Vesper's breeding rod made the priestesses feel like amateurs, despite being fantastic lovers. It was as if her pussy was suckling on his cock, already trying to tease him into orgasm.

Vesper could only whimper as he kept rutting into Silvina. He couldn't hold back for how good she felt, but he also knew that he wouldn't be able to last for long. Thankfully, she didn't seem to mind, moaning happily beneath the Cirneco hound as he did his masculine duty, pistoning his throbbing hard cock into her at a steady rhythm.

“Mm, for such a young lover you're wonderful," the Ibizan coaxed him. “But fuck me harder, I can take it."

She reached to grasp Vesper's arm, her claws digging into his bicep, and that little jolt of pain was enough to refocus his mind on the task at hand; breeding the breathtakingly beautiful hound beneath him.

Still, he could already feel his balls tighten again.

Deep breaths, Vesper. Wouldn't want to disappoint the high priestess herself. Steady now. You can do this.

If he could make the deeply experienced woman cum, Vesper didn't know, but he'd try as hard as he could, slapping his hips against hers hard, and kneading her breasts with his hands when they weren't busy holding onto her ankles. It took what felt like an eternity before the first true moan of passion spilled from Silvina's lips, her eyes fluttering.

“That's it," she emphasized. “Good boy. No wonder your mother chose you!"

He already knew that everyone knew about it, but hearing confirmation still made him blush.

Still, it only motivated him to go faster, until his hips were nearly a blur, rapidly approaching the inevitable, shatteringly beautiful climax of their mating. But every second felt so good that Vesper was halfway convinced he had cum inside her several times already. Maybe it was something about the lotion, or the incense, or actual divine magic lingering in the air, but Vesper could feel something much bigger approaching. Every muscle in his body felt like they were tensing, coiling up like springs, a shuddering tension building in every fiber of his being.

And then Silvina sang out in pleasure. Her moans of climax sounded melodic and beautiful, at least filtered through Vesper's helplessly horny mind. He tensed up, feeling Silvina milk him, and her juices soaking his short fur down there. The pleasure was so immense that he could only muster erratic little bucks of his hips, jabbing his cock deeper into her just to prolong her orgasm a second or two. And oh, he was so close, his engorged cock and swollen balls feeling like they were about to burst. But he waited, just a few moments longer, so that his orgasm might hopefully trigger another for Silvina.

“You can cum, now," Silvina gasped, when she realized Vesper had successfully held back through some heroic, or perhaps simply desperate effort. “Breed me."

Those words breached his resistance like an earthquake shattering a dam. He was cumming instantly, joining Silvina in her song of pleasure as his cock throbbed and bucked inside her, painting her insides white with his pearly, thick offering of virility, ready to be transformed into motherhood if her body fully accepted it. And it would, with the goddess' blessing.

He filled her to the extent that he could feel his own cum bubbling up around his shaft, with no space left inside the Ibizan before it could soak into her womb. He didn't mind. The sloppiness only made it more erotic, somehow. More passionate, symbolizing how nothing else mattered but pleasure in that seemingly eternal heated moment of orgasm. He throbbed again, and again, and again, and only hesitantly did those spasms fade as his muscles tired of tensing repeatedly.

Vesper's grasp on Silvina's ankles slipped, and he slumped atop her, only for the priestess to quickly wrap her legs around him to keep him from sliding off, or even worse, out.

They laid like that, staring directly into each other's eyes, only barely managing to recover from their mutual climax enough to speak.

“Mm," Silvina finally murmured. “I can definitely see why your mother chose you."

“Y-yeah, but I'm… nothing compared to you, my love," Vesper responded, struggling to steady his voice. His cock still twitched in aftershocks of pleasure inside the other hound.

Silvina grinned. “No man is. But your enthusiasm is worth something, regardless," she smiled. “You truly are blessed by the goddess."

If Vesper was less exhausted, he would've surely blushed. A few more minutes passed in quiet comfort.

Eventually, Vesper heard a rustling sound next to him, and glanced towards Magnus, who replied only with a wink. He and Lucia seemed to be done, already getting dressed. Ah, Vesper would have to thank him later for this invitation, but for now, they wordlessly said their goodbyes, and then both the hound and mare left, quickly followed by Iola, who also offered him a knowing smile, leaving the entire hot springs-turned-temple-basement for just Vesper and Silvina.

He listened to the water bubbling, and the quiet beating of the high priestess' heart for what felt like an eternity before she spokes again, stirring him from near-slumber that might've lasted a minute or an hour, tangled as he was with her warm, soft body.

“You know, young hound, in mating with me, you have mated with Venus herself, as I am merely her humble proxy," Silvina – or was it truly Venus, perhaps? – grinned. And she clenched eagerly around the root of his cock. Vesper was still hard after cumming twice in only maybe thirty minutes, which made it feel as if the goddess was there, ensuring that he remained productive beyond the capabilities of his body.

He rested his head against her heavy breasts, for only a moment, and Venus – because that was what she wished to be called, now – cradled him against her. Not for one second did his cock slip out, but the young hound had to steady his breathing.

“And what does my goddess ask of me?" he asked, surprising even himself with how hoarse his voice sounded.

“She asks for nothing more than the offering of your seed, and that you ensure she is pregnant," Venus smiled warmly, and then she clenched again, this time so firmly that it made Vesper audibly gasp.

Well, it didn't leave him with much of a choice. Slowly, so sensitive that each thrust made him twitch with burning pleasure, Vesper began to move his hips again. This time, the goddess wrapped her legs around him, helping draw him deeper and easing the tension in his aching muscles.

Together, almost like they were one organism, the hounds worked themselves towards a final climax. No matter how blessed, Vesper at least knew he wouldn't have more to offer after this. Already his balls ached emptily, but he had some left in him. The goddess demanded his offering, and she would have it, he thought, as he pounded into Venus' already cum-soaked and slippery sex.

Certainly she at least felt truly divine, even if the body he was mating was still that of Silvina. The sheer eroticism of the moment made it feel like it was Venus herself, there in spirit, massaging his cock in ways that a mortal woman never could, teasing another impossible orgasm out of him. Maybe she'd never let him go, he thought. Maybe he'd remain here as her personal concubine. Maybe in the realm of the gods themselves.

Well, maybe not. But it was hard to keep his thoughts straight when tears of pleasure streamed down his cheeks with every inward thrust into the wet, almost searing heat of her fertile and thirsty pussy.

“Do it," Venus barked. “Seed me, again!"

A few more, frantic thrusts. Vesper's muscles burned with exertion, and his tongue lolled out in open, endless panting. He forced himself to ignore the aches and exhaustion. He could smear himself with balms tonight, or tomorrow. Right now, he belonged to the goddess, and he would give her what she wanted.

With a howl, he hilted himself inside her one last time. Again, sweeping, spasming euphoria washed over him, ecstasy flooding every fiber of his being as his body emptied the last few drops of his watery cum into Venus' womb, or at least, that's what it felt like. And she came, beautifully and gloriously, grinding against him in mutual orgasm, sucking his seed deeper into her as her body in turn relished and savored the sticky, fertilizing offering. The world faded away, and nothing really existed beyond the cloudy, endless haze of floating pleasure.

Soon enough both she – Silvina, or Venus, whichever one it really was that he had just bred – and Iola would be pregnant, if they weren't already. It tended to be inevitable when instincts were followed to their natural end. They'd look beautiful, too, Vesper thought as he closed his eyes, resting next to the goddess. Slowly, leisurely, she caressed his head and ears, letting him nap there next to the hot springs, on the luxurious thick furs, to let him recover his stamina.

While Magnus, Lucia, and Iola were all satisfied with what they'd received, she wasn't done yet, of course, but for now, Vesper didn't need to know that. She'd just keep him here for a little longer once he had recovered a little… perhaps until she began to show, to ensure the job had been properly completed.

A few weeks. Maybe a month. She'd have the priestesses and servants bring them nourishment as needed – and others to help his mother with her new child – but she wasn't going to let this handsome hound go before he had filled her with life too.

Venus-Silvina closed her eyes as well, dozing off with her chosen lover.