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The journey was long and vast, the young avian priestess Eliza knew this. She had prepared herself for this log pilgrimage, which she also knew was to be dangerous. However the goal of reaching the holy city of the moon goddess Calea, the silvered city of Salacia was worth it. With money she was given to her by her convent, she hired the services of an experienced mercenary. His name was Hanz, a larger equine man clad in ringed armor. He was around 6 feet tall, and grizzled and mature his face was. His fur was a black hue with whit splotches. This man was perfect for protecting the 19 year old priestess from bandits and the like, for she was a moon priestess and thus a pacifist.

They traveled from vast valleys said to be where the gods lain to watch the clouds as mortals do now, to deep rivers said to have been carved from fallen gods's bloodstreams which sprung life at it's touch, to grand mountains said to be the last bastions of the fallen dragonkin; the children of the gods. The journey was relatively peaceful as they left the city which Eliza called home, only harmless wildlife would interrupt their passage. However they did eventually find some shady men who eyed the two, especially the priestess still only in her vestments. These vestments weren't the best protection, since they were white thin vestments only to cover her vulnerable black form. Which would cling to her supple curves and perky chest, showing off the outline of a body crafted by the gods. To others a cloth only for the benefit of perverts but to a priestess it's appropriate attire. Hanz was no better and also fell to admiring her from behind, watching her black tail feathers which acted like an arrow to her plump posterior which swayed unknowingly. He would restrain himself thanks to his more sturdy resolve, but it did remind him it's been a while since he had a nice good lay.

Whenever danger would seem to arise, she would hide behind the intimidating stallion. Giving her a good look of his chiseled muscles, as if the artisans of a great city made him in the image of a god. It made her feel things she never felt, however, she didn't understand them and thus didn't think about them as much. One day the young avian asked her guardian, "Dear Hanz, i-it's been a few weeks of non-stop travel. I think w-we need to rest for some respite, I believe a river is near. I would like to enter Salacia clean and well... at least somewhat proper. Would you mind watching for any intruders while I bathe, it should be no trouble r-right?" The equine raised his eyebrows, realizing it also indeed has been some time since he bathed as well, "Sure, only if it's fine if I bathe afterwards." The priestess nodded, her silver jewelry moving with her nod as she heads west. In a matter of minutes they reach the wooded part of a river, which stood out in the vast plains they stood in now. Eliza the requested, "Y-you can stay here, I shouldn't need too much... I hope." With that the young avian pushed past the thick bushes, and to the presumed river. Hanz waited near the bushes, looking out for any bandits or the like. However as he waited, the image of what the young avian nude looking like invade his mind. Imagining her with none of her clingy cloth, only her soft black feathers and the features of a woman. He could feel his trousers grow tight at the thought of it, and even the crawling desire of her tending to his stallionhood like the most expensive whore of the lands. After a while his curiosity bloomed, he had to see this maiden lest he go mad.

He had to remove his ringed armor, only now in his shirt and trousers. He tried as silently as he could to sneak past the bushes, until he saw her vestments hanging from a tree branch. He then knelt by a large branch and saw her, and she was indeed a blessed body. She stood in the middle of the river, nude as the day all are born. She was soaking her bust, which were as soft and perky looking as he hoped. Her nipples were as black as her feathers, soft but slowly erecting from the cold water. She eventually cupped some water and splashed it onto her head, her feathers on-top glistening with the water splashed onto them. She stood more now as she scrubbed her head, allowing him to spy the odd tattoo she possesses. She had strange runes just above her crotch, unsure of their meaning though. Hanz's cock pressed against the pants of his, demanding to ravage and breed.

He had to hold himself back, however then she did something that a lit him. She knelt over, cleaning her legs. Allowing him to spy at her precious slit more better. It was pink and small, with an equally small anus which both were housed between her plump cheeks. He panted slowly as he was growing desires for her, but he tried to shake these thoughts away. He backed away out of the bushes, leaving her in peace. He was out of the forested area of the river and was against a tree facing away from her, he needed release from these thoughts. As he was undoing his pants, he was already fantasizing about her. Imagining placing his proud manhood on her face, as a form of domination over her. As he was stroking away he imagined forcing her on the dirt and positioning his cock between her soft bosoms, letting her press them on them. He imagined how soft her feathers felt against his barbaric flesh. His tip gliding and nudging her face, later dabbing her face in his pre. He could feel himself on the edge as his groans became more animalistic. He imagined her face like that of a cock starved whore, in that she wanted to be fucked like a barbarian would in conquering his prize. His desires came to their climax as his equestrian lance spewed it's steamy spunk onto the dirt, ecstasy ringing through his soul. Yet as his dick throbbed ever so slowly, he wanted more of her. Yet it was just his fantasy, after cleaning up the maiden returned in her vestments wondering what happened. He simply replied, "Oh I just scared off a beast, no big deal."

It had been a few days since this happened, yet his desire for her grows. They eventually reached the country that the holy city lies in, she is then ecstatic that her pilgrimage. He could no longer hold out any longer, he needed to rut her and release his tension. However he is no brute and would not abandon his oath in protecting her so he can force himself onto her, nor can he ask her since she is a priestess. Perhaps he can convince her in a different way, as if it wasn't that. As the night comes they huddle near a fire, sitting upon logs. Eliza awaits for Hanz to finish cooking for them, Hanz making her a bowl of porridge which he also makes for himself along with some spoons. Eliza eats her hot food and lets out a sigh of relief. Hanz on the other hand is pondering how to ask her this, and thus he says, "Hey Eliza, you worship this moon goddess right. Is that all you worship?" Eliza seemed to be intrigued by him actually asking something about religion, so she answers. "I suppose, however since I'm a priestess then I guess I can serve all gods. Why do you ask?" "Well you see, I worship this goddess named... Molesic, she is the goddess of Love. Usually I do a ritual in her name to gain her love within me, however I haven't had done this ritual in a while. Thus I haven't felt her love in a while, it's all because I need a willing partner to participate" Hanz lies to her, hoping she doesn't see past them. She doesn't seem to notice and just simply nods, looking sympathetic, "Well Hanz I wouldn't want you to not be in a god's grace, I would like to help you if I can. For you have protected me this far, so I see why not in helping you. H-how can I participate in this ritual?" Eliza says with a tilt in her head. Hanz smiles as he says, "Allow me to show you then priestess." He then stands up, and undoes his pants.

Before Eliza now is the half-nude Hanz with his flaccid Equine cock, accompanied with two orbs filled with his backed up stress. He was surprised as she merely looked to it with a confused gaze, clearly she never seen a dick. "What is that Hanz? I don't think I saw something like that on someone." Eliza asks, putting her bowl away. Hanz then responds with, "Well this is the gift my goddess gave to me to do this ritual. Now um, since we're doing a ritual for the gods then we need to do preparation. It needs to be oiled before we could begin, but it can only be done so through... oral fluids. Also you must be nude to do sos please remove your vestments and come over here." This he was certain would never work, certain she was gonna see past the lies and possibly run away. Eliza thought for a moment to herself before she sighs and says. "I-if it's for the gods..." With that she begins to strip her vestments, along with her white undergarments. Her body was as soft as he saw when she bathed, though her nipples were soft due to the heat of the fire. His cock twitched and hardened a little at the anticipation. "O-oh dear! Is there something wrong with your gift?" Eliza gasped as she wasp pressing her rack with her arm, the other covering her beak. "Oh no no! This is all part of it, it means the goddess has chosen you to be my partner in this. Now, I need you to kneel before me. You need to coat it in your saliva, I'd recommend licking it or another way I can show you." Eliza walks to the larger male, kneeling before his piebald cock. She inspects it by looking around it, her cheeks flushes as his feral scent invades her nose. She leans in and hesitantly licks the shaft, wincing at it's masculine and salty taste. Yet this taste makes her feel oddly warm, and makes her want to lick more. Thus she does, lapping at the shaft whilst Hanz groans in pleasure.

She would lap the shaft eventually from the base to the tip, all the while looking to him hoping she's doing it right. With a lustful growl he asks, "A-alright Eliza, pull away cause I have way that's better.~" Eliza obeys, a trail of saliva between his cock and her. Hanz then asks, "Now open you're mouth and... oh... your beak..." He realizes she in fact has a beak instead of some soft lips, thus he tries to think how to get past this. "Ok open your beak wide, and let me handle it Eliza.~" Eliza does so, letting her tongue stick out; which is much longer than he thought. He will have to play with this feature later, as he then aligns his tip within her throat. Then quickly he slides his cock into her throat, letting out a relieved groan as he has pulled it off. He almost doesn't realize how deep he is from the feeling of her now stretched throat. He looks to see the avian is swallowing nearly half of his erotic sword, almost going to pull away before he realizes she hasn't gagged at all. In fact it only seems somewhat awkward due to it's heft girth, he grins maliciously as he takes advantage of this and grips her head to suck it. Eliza watches as this strange thing slides within her throat deeply, now fixated on it and not on the wincing mercenary. "Oh Eliza y-you have no idea how much I needed this!~" He groans, looking down at her with his tongue out. He wants to go further so he can reach that coveted orgasm. So he urges he deeper and moans to the clueless priestess, "E-eliza, can you take over?... A-also please wrap your tongue around it, k-keep it oiled!~"

Eliza blushes from the strange fluids making her feel odder by the minute, she looks to him and tries to nod. She then tries her best to bob her mouth upon the shaft, whimpering as she struggles to wrap her tongue around it. It was clear as she could barely suck it as much, but was glad she managed the tongue request that he decided to assist. He would give a few thrusts into her mouth, his balls smacking her throat due to his thrust bringing him closer. She flinched but suddenly he took control back, gripping her head again but facefucking her once pure mouth deeper. Her saliva causes odd squelching noises to fill the air, and the said saliva to rain down upon the dirt. She has to hold onto both him and her log to stay from falling over, wondering if the saliva is coating heron wet nethers. Hanz was in bliss, thrusting into her waiting mouth as he is already at the edge. "E-eliza!~ The goddess is blessing me, let me give it to you!~" He shouts as he humps her head faster, groaning louder with a desperate want. Soon as her eyes were rolling back she felt something gooey shoot in her throat, unsure what it is other than the taste makes her oddly warmer. Soon the mighty Hanz hilts with Eliza's mouth with a triumphant neigh, his balls and cock throb as he lets loose his load. It's thick and musky, with no choice he forces her to swallow this undoubtedly potent cum into her throat. Some of it splashes her tongue, causing her to wince especially as he keeps her head against it. He aggressively, yet sensually says, "N-nono, you have to swallow it!~" She obliges and tries to swallow the sizzle cum into her stomach, until he stops cumming.

After a minute of keeping it in he releases her head and pulls away, along with her doing so. She gasps from the sudden freedom of her mouth, coughing some cum as she looks to him. "Th-that was a bit... passionate? Did you have to be so rough, I thought rituals were to be well... safe?" She ponders to the panting Hanz, which he responds with, "Well mine h-has to be, for love is as passionate and intense as the flames. I do apologize though, she possessed me for a moment." She simply shrugged, seemingly ok with this answer, however Hanz was not. For his cock has not subsided, in fact it's ready for another round. He knew what he wanted now, he needed to do it, he needed to make this priestess a woman. "Eliza, we're not done yet though. However this next part will be even more intense, and... may hurt a little. Will you still help me?" He asks, still trying his best to respect her. She looks to him and gulps, worrying what this next step of this foreign ritual will be. "F-fine, I do want to help you dear Hanz. So what must I do now though?" She asks inquisitively, which the stallion answers by approaching her and commanding. "Lay down~"

"On the floor?" She ponders, now feeling the giant of a stallion grab a hold of her shoulder and getting on a knee. "Yes, it's an easier way to do this stage of the ritual.~" He then assists her onto the floor, ensuring he has her pinned by him over her. His cock already near her nethers, he asks her. "Have you... ever done anything with the part between your legs?" "Oh? Um no, Sister Dalina said that is to be used for only very special conditions... she never told me what it's used for..." She responded, which then she yelps as he grips her hands and pins them over her head. "This is what it's for Eliza, to receive~ That's what my gift does, it gives blessings from my goddess. This will be the last step, are you ready?~" She was unsure why she was blushing so hard, perhaps from the weird fluid, his masculinity, or perhaps the strange thing now prodding her wet entrance. Hanz was surprised she was so wet and ready, just like the whores he bedded. There was no more time to wait, he will fuck her here and now he thought. She merely nodded, which was all he need to then start pushing.

His tip pressed against her sacred temple, battering it like a ram against a besieged castle. He would grunt as he tried to force it within her tight entrance, and Eliza couldn't stop whimpering from this. However, nothing lasts forever, and thus with a roar reminiscent of an animal claiming it's territory, he penetrated her. She felt her once pure, untouched, and sacred flower be pulverized and feel his barbaric cock burry into her. She lets out a pained moan as a trickle of blood seeps out. "It hurts! T-take it out please Hanz, please!" She begs, unsure what's going on. Hanz hearing her desperation comes back to reality, and leans in to comfort her. He wraps an arm around her and tries to sooth her, speaking softly he says. "It's ok Eliza, it'll past just hold onto me. I swear to you it will be better. There there you sweet priestess, I'm not trying to hurt you." These words touched Eliza pass her pained feeling, looking to the mercenary with a thump to her heart. She looked to him like one would say would be of love, and he noticed. He caressed her face and calm said, "Y-you know some say these rituals can make people fall in love." She whimpered out, "I-I don't know if I can... b-but maybe for tonight?..." Without another word he leaned in and stole a kiss from her beak. She did not object, and simply was absorbed into this kiss. Her eyes widened as she was cough off guard, her hands upheld, and his hips thrusting into her. She moaned uncontrollably in his mouth as he continued the "ritual", him in turn groaning in hers. Eventually he pulled from this kiss, keeping himself up with his arms as he thrusts his equine might into her tight passage. He did not speak as he simply watched the raven woman squirm and moan from his intense lovemaking, she had tears but soon the sharp pain within her ceased.

The grassland around them echoed their hips clapping against one another, along with their harmonious moans and groans. He wanted his little prize to feel even more better, so he reached with one hand and dropped a tit. Which she yelped and asked through moans, "H-hanz?~ W-what are y-anf you doing?!~" "This-nff is a special message to help you feel good!~" He groaned out, feeling his balls already slapping her plump ass cheeks. "O-oh ok!~ I-I trust you, but I already feel so good!~" With that he got mischievous again, and grabbed her body. He twisted her to have her chest face the earth, and then he gripped her tail feather to have her ass up. She let out an intense moan from that, which he stopped which she then says, "S-sorry!~ M-my tail i-is a bit sensitive, y-you can let them go~" She says, however he knew he wasn't going to. Balancing himself with one hand he slipped his 12 inch cock into her tight snatch once more, tugging her tail feathers to hear her intense moans.

He began to use this to help him hilt within her, his cock nearly buried deep within her pussy thanks to him using her tail feathers as a grip. But he kept pressing against something, her cervix. So with quick thinking he bent over her small frame and gripped her shoulder, "This will be a hard part, brace yourself Eliza!~" With that he begins to press into her cervix, making her moan out oddly since this was a little bit painful yet still pleasurable. " In almost no-time he is in, and returns to his mad rutting. Every thrust he was getting addicted to her once-pure body, how soft it was, how tight she was, he didn't wan't to lose her. Eliza's eyes were rolling back from the intense pleasure of her first fuck, her mind growing hazy as she felt her nethers grow more sensitive. He could feel her slowly clamping onto his cock, trying to milk his cock for that life giving thick ichor. He too felt himself getting close, however should he cum in her? He doesn't even know if they could, but his instincts demand him to breed her and make her his breeding sow. He unknowingly groans out, "F-fuck I'm gonna cum!~ I-t's cumming hard!~" With that his hips rut her faster, and past her moans she is confused and cries out, "W-what's cumming?!~" He doesn't respond, instead he continues to let himself go to his beastial side. His grunts growing harder as his eyes grown possessive, his cock slamming into her harder. She asks him agains the same question, feeling herself reaching some edge. He only responds by leaning more onto and into her, panting right into her face. Soon the poor avian maiden falls to this miasma of lust and merely whimpers submissively as she feels his cock throb. With a few fast and hard thrusts he groans and moans louder and louder until he hilts, letting out a guttural roar of conquest as his cock explodes within her.

She screams of pure nirvana as she simultaneously cums along with him, feeling his cock within her womb pump rope after rope of virile seed. His cum quickly fills her fertile womb with this seed, which it then goes to conquer to breed her as his. She quivers as her mind is filled with orgasmic glee, with Hanz in the same boat. After a minute her pussy starts to overflow with his cum, yet he is still backed up. So he pulls out, and let it cum onto her black feathers. He lets out a deep and imitating moan of, "Take my gift Eliza, take like a good girl~" She wince with ever splat onto her, looking back to the one that bred her without her even knowing it. After the last rope flies onto her he sits with her, letting his cock go flaccid from it's victory. Coming to his senses he decides to comfort her after this, coming from behind to spoon her. She does not reject as he does, feeling safe within his arms. "Thank you dear Eliza, I feel love once again. All thanks to your beautiful soul dear Eliza, I can't thank you enough dear~" He pets her head, which she coos in gratitude. "All in a days work Hanz, c-can we stay like this for the night?" She requests to her lover, he merely grins and cuddles her from behind while saying. "Sure, no rituals needed for this~" With that they lay there under the full and bright moon amongst stars intertwined like lovers, all-while Eliza within is being bred with Hanz's child.

The next day the two awaken after their ritual of love, and redress in their attire. Hanz offering that they should wash as soon as they can, which Eliza is fine with since she now smells of sweat. They eventually find a river along the way to bathe, together. Nothing much happened on the way to Salacia, other than the two now becoming more closer in proximity and in love. Although eventually they arrive at Salacia, a gleaming city of marble and silver. The city is quiet and with the faint scent of incense. Eliza soon stands in the center of the city, before The Cathedral to Calea which ontop sits a crescent made of silver. Eliza looks back to the smiling Hanz, holding her money to the equine giant. Hanz graciously takes his payment but looks saddened. "What's wrong Hanz, we made it. I didn't think you'd look so sorrowed before this great monument." She asked, unsure why he looked to her in such a way. "I don't know, I guess I figured I'd miss you Eliza..."

Eliza merely smiled and walked close to the equine, reaching up onto the tips of her claws to try and kiss him. He notices and bridges the gap, kissing her on her beak and holding her close to him. They stay like this for a little before she pulls away and says, "W-well I can still see you, Calea does not forbid friends." He merely smiles warmly and pats her soft head. "Yeah, I suppose so. Now you go on, you have a pilgrimage to finish dear." Hanz says fondly, Eliza smiles and removes herself from him. She turns to the cathedral and approaches the doors, but before she enters she gives a wave to him and thus completes her journey. Hanz stayed in the city for a little, maybe hoping to find work in Salacia. However he did hear of an odd occurrence, which when he heard from where he felt an awkward feeling. He heard from both gossip and from local news, that a new priestess who finished her pilgrimage is now with child. They think she is gifted with a divine gift, a gift he knows is his.