Gonz's Communion 1
#13 of Estrasa's Tower
Gonz is a kobold priestess of the goddess Xasandra, but a recent run-in with a dark sorceress has left her without her power. Now, she seeks one of the few remaining temples to her nearly-forgotten deity, in hopes of securing a blessing from the Divine Mother.
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The underground lake echoes with the inconstant dripping of condensation. Suddenly, the sloshing of a singular swimmer breaks the natural rhythm.
Gonz emerges from the lake, her robes clinging to her curvy form, but the kobold has a mission that she cannot neglect.
Her vision quest led her here to this island chain. It was a local alchemist who pointed her to where another adventurer had made a discovery of a lifetime. And now, Gonz herself stands before it in awe.
Centuries had passed since the statue was carved. Now, what was once a beautiful work of art is now nothing more than a lumpy stone. Yet, the holy texts she had read did not steer her wrong. This is the lost altar of Xasandra, her matron, her goddess.
The sorceress-turned-cleric peels off the sticky, wet clothing and lets the heavy cloth fall to the wayside. Before she even can consider touching the artifact, she must prepare. She kneels upon the cold stone floor, its wet surface slightly slippery. She grabs a small set of paints from under her clothing and hums to herself a hymn as she dabs the white onto her scales, making sure that the patterns she marked herself with are to the utmost perfection.
While she paints herself, she thinks about all the things in her life that the goddess provides. She thinks about her children, even the newest one, a half-dragon. She thinks about her lover, who waits for her outside, who had pledged his life to the cleric and vowed to be a father even if he had not provided the seed. She thinks about her clan, who all watch her young and eagerly await her return, looking to celebrate with a feast of their harvest.
Gonz closes the paint case with care and sets it aside. When she stands, her white paint stains the darkness. When she climbs upon the altar, she lays down and curls up, finding the cold stone to feel like the warm and comforting lap of a lover, a mother, a goddess. Her eyes grow heavy, and she drifts to the realm of sleep.
A claw scratches over Gonz's horn. The kobold shakes to wakefulness, a gasp escaping her throat as she sees the largest cavern in her life, covered in moss and fungi of all color and breeds. As she pushes herself up, she feels the scales upon her hand and she pauses, cranes her neck, and looks-face to face with the humanoid dragon who sits there, smiling down at her.
"Good morning, my child," Xasandra says. The green dragon brings a clawed finger under Gonz's chin to scratch at her gently. "It is good to finally meet you."
"My... Mother..." Gonz says, wrapping her arms around the larger woman. Sobs rise up from the cleric, but the dragon wraps her legs around her and pets the adult child, hushing her gently. "I am happy to see you too. You have done good for me without even seeing my face. I commend you for spreading my word throughout your home."
"But all that doesn't mean a thing!" Gonz shouts. "I no longer have your power. I cannot lead my people!"
"Nonsense," Xasandra says. "You are a child, and like all children, you've made a mistake. But, as a good mother, I will show you how to undo the damage that was done, while also disciplining you so you do not do it again." She brings another hand forward, pressing the palm upon Gonz's stomach. "You have been impregnated in spirit, by a powerful force. This unholy spirit child within you siphons my power out from you and into another. Now... let's see about helping you out, my daughter, my love, by bringing forth new life into this world ourselves."
"What do you...?" Gonz says, but soon enough, she gasps when she feels the length growing out from the dragon's motherhood. "My... Divine mother, you're..." the length grows and grows, pushing up over her and onto her breasts. "Your power is immense!"
"My fertility knows no bounds. Now, suckle my bounty and we shall prepare you..." she scoops up the kobold and brings her to her chest.
Gonz sighs in her divine mother's hold and latches onto the dragon goddess's nipple. When she suckles, she tastes a golden ambrosia sweeter than any candy she had enjoyed in her caves. Not even the finest lollipops could compare to her mother's milk. So soft, so warm, so wonderful! Gonz grabs on her, squeezing the tit greedily for a bit to produce as much as she can.
The dragon pulls back, the breast following Gonz for a time before snapping back into place. Milk rolls down her curves and dribbles down Gonz's chin. As they look at each other's eyes, the dragon leans in, licking up the remaining milk from her daughter's chin.
"Now, my daughter," Xasandra says, placing her down upon the mossy bed and standing up, her hand wrapped around her fatherhood. "Let me choke out the weed within you by planting my own seed in your field."
"Oh, my goddess!' Gonz moans, her hands moving back behind herself, clasping her buttcheeks and pulling her slit apart "I have never wanted anything else so much in my life!"
"There was a time you would have wanted to be on this end," the goddess says. "Perhaps, one day, you may do this duty again. But, your body is so perfect as it is. Let us show the one who gave it to you just how well you can use your body, your womb!"
Xasandra looms over her adopted offspring, wrapping her arms around Gonz's body and squeezing at her tits. Her divine femcock slides up along the slit, aiming a moment before pushing inside of her.
"Oh, goddess!" Gonz cries out again, tilting her head back. "I can't... I can't fit you!"