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>My footsteps echo through the empty stone hallway

>The corridor is long and poorly lit by a few widely spaced out torches, with no light maintainers left it was up to me to maintain what torches I could

>I finally reach my destination and wipe away a few cobwebs on the wooden door's nameplate

>Wine cellar number three, out of the two dozen wine cellars in this whole temple this was the only remaining cellar with intact wine casks that held somewhat tolerable drink

>The other one I used to use, wine cellar five, I had emptied of it's last drops just yesterday

>I grab a torch from the wall and open the creaky door, stepping inside

>My torch just barely illuminates the closest walls as I gaze into the inky darkness and the contents of the cellar are illuminated by an orange flicker

>Rows upon rows of wine casks, stacked from the floor to the high ceiling in neat columns

>I get closer to one of the rows and look at the wooden cask

>A date is branded onto it's dark surface, the date that the wine was stored

>The one in front of me is far too old, the wine inside has surely turned sour or dried up by now

>I begin walking down the lines as the dates gradually become more recent

>Fifty years old, forty, thirty, twenty, twenty five, twenty four, twenty three

>Twenty three

>The most recent wine in this entire cellar is twenty three years old

>I look to the other wall only to be met with a similar date

>I sigh, and decide to do a taste test before offering it to the goddess

>I open the spigot and cup my hand underneath, a small pool of red liquid slowly filling it

>I close it and raise my hand to my mouth

>It runs down my throat and-Bleghh!

>I nearly cough it back up

>The wine is sour, very sour, yet it does contain a hint of it's original flavor somehow preserved after all this time

>I would much prefer to give my goddess a more suitable offering, something other than this decrepit wine, yet with the events of the past year this is all I can offer her

>I retrieve a large offering bowl and fill it with the wine, the sounds of the liquid hitting the gilded metal echoing through the cellar

>Offering now ready I grab my torch and move to the cellar door, placing it back on the wall before walking to the goddesses' chambers

>On the way there my foot hits a piece of rubble, a chunk of stone that had fallen from the ceiling

>I manage to stop myself from tripping but in the process a small amount of the wine spills from the bowl

>I stand still

>Not long ago wasting an offering to the goddess in such a manner would have gotten me tied to a post and given fifty lashes by a senior zealot

>Thankfully there aren't any senior zealots left, or any zealots at all for that matter

>I continue through the empty stone corridors until finally coming to a large door decorated in glittering metal, precious stones, and ornate wooden carvings

>The scene on the door is one I've seen many times before, a depiction of the goddess standing in a lake, her servants gathered at the shore and their arms filled with offerings

>In return for their offerings the goddess has turned the fetid parasite infested lake water to glittering fresh water, it's color a crystalline blue

>Just one of her many miracles

>I push open the door and immediately turn my eyes to the floor, looking upon the goddess before presenting an offering was frowned upon

>Thankfully this room is the most well lit in the entire temple, I've made sure to keep it that way given this is where the goddess spends most of her time

>Her chamber is simple to navigate, a large pool made up the center with narrow walkways along the sides and a small rounded outcrop attached to one of the walkways for her servants to present offerings

>I quietly make my way to the outcrop and kneel at the edge of it

>It takes a minute or two but eventually I do see the water darken as she makes her way to me

>I hear something large exit the surface, the sound of water dripping off hard scales filling my ears

>The water darkens further as she walks to me

>I see two scaled and clawed feet at the edge of my vision and I know she's right in front of me

>I gulp and open my mouth

>"Your humble servant presents his daily offering to Ahlimon the supreme power, highest of goddesses, undisputed ruler and benevolent ally of the lake people, the scaled queen mother, bringer of life and purifier of water, breaker of pirate vessels and peacemaker of the lake, fecund egglayer of the-“

>I'm cut off as she lifts the bowl from my hands and raises it to her mouth

>I sit still in a tense silence as I hear the wine run down her maw

>The wine is sour, she will soon know this, yet at the same time there was nothing I could have done

>My eyes begin to water

>She's not going to like this

>She will surely kill me, it's the befitting end for a poor servant

>Yet there's nothing I could have done

>The goddess stops drinking and licks her lips

>She throws the empty bowl across the room in anger

>I flinch at the sudden noise, then hear her lean forward, droplets of water dripping off her body and gradually wetting the ground in front of me

>"Look at me, servant." She commands, her voice booming and absolute

>I look up without hesitation

>She's right in front of me, half submerged in the crystal blue water

>Our goddess took the form of an eight foot tall two legged crocodile, her face bearing a long toothy snout and a girthy tail poking out from her back

>Being a symbol of fertility her hips were wide and womanly, her scaled skin appeared to have a certain softness underneath, and her heavy breasts were barely contained within the two large golden domes making up her bra

>Atop her head is a golden headdress adorned with crystals and stones while a large necklace drooped across her shoulders, it's segments made of silver and turquoise

>Across her waist is a white knee length satin skirt and several metallic bracelets were wrapped around each wrist

>Each item of clothing, no matter how simple or complex, was a gift from my people

>She, in her benevolence, chose to adorn herself with the works of her servants, all willingly given

>I look into her slit pupils and feel a pit form in my stomach

>Ahlimon leans in, each word revealing her many sharp teeth

>"The wine, it's sour. Practically vinegar. What kind of servant gives his undisputed goddess sour wine? One that is incompetent? One that is lazy? One that wishes to serve some other goddess? One that wishes to disrespect me?"

>I put my hands together in a plea

>"No! No my goddess please do not take my pitiful offering as a sign of disrespect! The wine in this temple is old, very old, I've already given you the most recent batches and this is all that remains. Please forgive me for my transgression, I swear what I say to be true."

>"Old wine? In a temple of Ahlimon? Perhaps you should have looked harder!"

>She raises one hand and backslaps me across the head sending me sprawling across the floor

>I hit the ground hard, the metallic taste of blood fills my mouth and my head is spinning

>I hear Ahlimon get out of the water and see her towering over me in all her terrible, splendid, scaly glory

>I get to me knees and once again put my hands together in a plea

>"Please! Please have mercy upon your servant, he means you no disrespect, please, please, please."

>I shake and look at the ground, silent prayers filling my head

>Ahlimon lets out a breathy sigh, then I feel two large hands grip my shoulders and raise me to my feet

>"Get up, servant. Perhaps I've been expecting too much of you lately. You must understand, this is a trying time for your goddess. We are in a very precarious position."

>I shake my head in agreement

>"Yes, after the cultists of Rahmon attacked the city and razed your temple the following of Ahlimon has been…lessened."

>She takes a hand and rakes it through my hair, her claws lightly scraping my scalp

>"Lessened is one word for it. But perhaps destroyed is more fitting."

>"No, no! The zealots that covered our escape to this hidden temple will surely return. Your warriors are strong and our people resilient! I-I-I…I can't be…"

>Ahlimon leans in, her voice low and gentle

>"You are all that's left, Lima. I know it. What remains of your people are now worshipping the heretic known as Rahmon and what followers I have are either dead or praying to some other power. Except for you, that is."

>I cross my arms, eyes growing moist

>"That's…that's not possible! Your following was robust, my people were ready and willing to accept your gifts in return for water and protection. Your warriors and priests were many. We were…we were so strong together."

>"Lima, our brave warriors spent their last breaths covering our retreat to this place and the holy priests were all slaughtered in the main temple. You, a mere servant, are all that's left of my following." She then moves her hand to my cheek, wiping away a tear. “We've spent a year in this old temple and none of your fellow believers have arrived. In your heart surely you must know my words to be true."

>I choke back a sob and look away, staring into empty space

>"Tell me Lima, what have you learned on your scouting missions? Any potential converts?"

>I look up to her

>"This temple is surrounded by endless deserts, my goddess. I have found no tribes, no towns, no people at all. Just lifeless sand dunes in every direction."

>"Shame, a few thousand years ago this area was rife with rivers and jungle, hence why I made my secret hideaway here." She begins slowly walking back towards the water. “One follower, an old decaying temple, no converts in sight, precarious indeed." She walks back into the water and looks towards me, waving a hand. "Come Lima. Join me in the pool."

>I dutifully comply, sitting on the edge then scooting my butt over into the water

>Where the water line only came up to her waist it came up to the bottom of my rib cage

>Not that I minded, like all the water she touches this pool was pleasantly warm and crystal clear

>I wade over to her

>"I hit you hard. Does your head hurt? Mortals tend to wound easily."

>I slowly shake my head in an affirmative

>"Come then, let me free my loyal follower of his ailments."

>She suddenly pushes my head below the water and I almost take in a lungful of liquid, stopping myself just in time

>Then with equally sudden force she grabs me by the shoulders and raises me back above water

>"Feel better?"

>Suddenly the throbbing pain from her slap is gone, I'm totally clearheaded, everywhere the water touches feels warm and soothing

>"Yes goddess, thank you."

>"It's the least I can do. After all, the only thing more pathetic than a goddess with one follower is a goddess with no followers. Then again, I suppose in less than a century I'll be one of them too. You will grow old like all the other mortals on this plane and die, your spirit lifted to my ethereal realm to live eternity in paradise alongside the great lake."

>"I find no shame in dying in service to you, Ahlimon. I only fear I may die with the regret that I left you alone in this place, with no one to worship you further. Such a regret would surely haunt me into the afterlife."

>"I fear the same thing Lima, it may come as a surprise to you but even supreme beings such myself feel fear from time to time. Now what are we going to do about this…" She raises a hand to her snout and looks at the water in thought, eventually looking to me once more. “The fundamental issue is you have no mate, do you? It requires two to make a third."

>"True, with my people overtaken and this temple empty there is no hope of me having an heir."

>"Unfortunate, if only a female had escaped with you then I might have been able to bless her with many children. Then there could have been hope of at least keeping this temple staffed until we could find converts. But with no human females around that leaves only one other option."

>I scratch my head

>"One other option? Are you suggesting we try to find a traveling merchant caravan and steal their women so I could…you know?"

>She cocks her head, considering the idea

>"No, that option increases the chances of a follower of Rahmon finding us here and an eventual attack force being sent. I had another idea." She presents a scaled hand to me. “Come Lima, I have something to show you. Take a deep breath though, we'll be underwater for a while."

>I take a breath, grip her hand, and she dives down into the water

>Unsurprisingly she's an incredible swimmer, gracefully slicing through the water as her tail waves back and forth hypnotically

>She swims to the center of the pool and reaches it's bottom, lifting a section of the floor then slipping through

>I follow by her side as we enter the dark tunnel, her grip on my hand the only thing allowing me to remain next to her as we glide into the dark abyss

>We swim straight down for what feels like an eternity

>I see nothing but darkness, feel nothing but water rushing past my body and the scaly hand gripping my own

>My lungs begin to burn for air and my body begins to feel weak, I'm mere moments away from asphyxiating before a sudden break to the surface

>My head exits the water and I take in a deep, heavily needed breath

>I look around only to see more darkness

>That is until I hear Ahlimon snap her fingers and two torches illuminate the small room we're in

>The walls are a dark and smooth stone, the room is small with the floor made of mud that gradually recedes into the water behind me

>I look around and see nothing else, where are we?

>"Ahlimon, what is this place?"

>She just gives me a toothy smile and sits down on the muddy floor

>"Notice anything odd?"

>I pause, taking in every sight and sensation

>"Well it's…it's quite warm down here. Warmer than in the temple."

>"Correct, this place is well below the surface, we're being warmed by the bosom of the earth. It's a constant temperature no matter the season."

>"But why are down here?"

>She waves a hand across the mud

>"This place, Lima, is my egg laying chamber. The mud is primordial and rich with nutrients, the temperature is perfect, there is no beating sun, and above all this place is secure from any attack. There is a room like this one below every temple of mine."

>"Egg laying chamber? But Ahlimon as far as I know you've never laid any eggs."

>She shakes her head

>"Not quite true. A long time ago, well before your people were even a flicker in the eye of fate gods and goddesses were allowed to mate with one another freely. We all had our own little god like sons and daughters roaming the earthly planes, fulfilling their own agendas and seeking fame, fortune, war, power, pleasure, or whatever it is their hearts desired."

>"But why no longer?"

>"It was chaos! Empires were toppled, civilizations were ended, we lost entire continents. The highest order of gods, the ones that think themselves too enlightened to take physical forms, nearly wiped the entire planet free of life and started over. Thankfully we could all come to an agreement before that happened though. The agreement was simple, as long as there were no more little demigods roaming around causing trouble for everyone else then things could continue as they were. And so we all agreed to never have children again."

>"But if you mate with me then that would be breaking the agreement, right?"

>A mischievous grins grows on her snout

>"Not technically. The agreement only covers children from two godly parents. And you, Lima, are not godly. Not godly at all. I suppose in some interpretations of the agreement it could cover any children from a godly being but you know what? Desperate times require desperate measures. If I have to bend the rules a little bit to keep my followership going then so be it!"

>"But our children, would they be powerful as the children from two god like beings or something else?"

>She shrugs

>"No idea, I've never mated with a human before. Now remove your clothing Lima, I'm getting a clutch of eggs from you one way or another. I need worshippers and I don't care if I have to make them myself!"

>I remove my simple robe with utmost urgency

>Ahlimon places her headdress on the ground then undoes her metallic bra, the two golden domes falling to the floor as her plump breasts hang free

>She undoes the lace holding her skirt on and it crumples to the ground, her bare crotch now visible

>Now only dressed in her necklace and bracelets I take in her naked form

>The scales around her chest and belly are a lighter color than the rest of her, becoming almost white as they curved under her crotch

>Her breasts are each tipped in a wide jutting nipple and her womanhood lay hidden in between two trunk like legs

>"Surprised mortal? There is a reason fertility is one of the blessings I can grant, you know."

>Her voice brings me out of a lustful stupor

>"I-I've never seen a more perfect body, my goddess. You are truly worthy of your titles."

>"I know."

>She moves to the center of the muddy floor and lays down, spreading her legs wide open and beckoning me over with a claw

>"Come, service your goddess like the good little servant you are. Give me faith in what remains of my followership."

>"As you command!"

>I move to between her legs and look down at her crotch

>It's subtle, but there is a slit right where it ought to be, the edges of it are almost pinkish in color and puff out slightly

>I move a hand to it and gently part her opening, strands of her essence sticking to the lips of her womanhood

>Though I must admit I'm slightly confused when I see nothing below it, just one hole?

>Seeing my confusion Ahlimon speaks up

>"Have you ever tried to fornicate with a crocodile Lima?"

>"…no…should I have?"

>She laughs

>"Probably not. I once had a follower a couple hundred years back that did though, lost an arm in the process but I made sure he lived. The bravery required in dealing with my feral cousins like that ought to be rewarded. I even named a piece of land after him. Sometimes I miss good old Floridahm. That's all besides the point though. What you don't know is that crocodiles only have one hole for all their bodily needs and I'm not built any differently. I suppose I am cleaner than them though, considering the only purpose that hole serves for me is self-pleasure and egg laying. Benefits of being a divine being."

>"Fair enough."

>"Yes. Now serve your supreme goddess by giving her a clutch of eggs. I refuse to allow my followership to die with you."

>Not wanting to keep her waiting I move between her legs and line up my cock with her entrance, slipping it between her folds with a quiet gasp

>She's warm inside, almost too warm

>I thrust my full length inside of the scaly goddess and am overcome with an insatiable lust for her

>To mate with your own chosen holy power, what better fate could there possibly be?

>I begin pistoning in and out of her scaly velvet, her juices mixing with mine as her entrance becomes drenched in our combined love

>I continue assaulting her gates like a madman, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body and into my brain

>I'm not sure how long I last, but eventually I feel that familiar tingle down below and soon burst into her waiting womb, ending with a few more staunch bucks into her pelvis as I come down

>Exhausted, I lay across her belly panting

>But she isn't done yet

>"I expect more from you Lima. Again."

>"But I'm all out. I need a minute."

>"And keep me from laying my clutch a moment longer? I think not!"

>With a single snap of her fingers my cock springs to life and my body is once again filled with an incredible lust for that scaly mistress

>I feel a hand on my butt push me forward into her and I get the message, once again resuming the familiar back and forth

>It takes longer but I'm once again throwing my seed all over her egg maker

>I lean on her belly exhausted and

>*Snap!*

>I'm once again filled with an incredible motivation to please my goddess's lustful desires

>I cum and-

>*Snap!*

>I cum again and-

>*Snap!*

>I cum once more and-

>*Snap!*

>I cum one more time

>I lay panting on her soft belly, balls utterly drained and dick rubbed raw

>"Ahlimon…please…I'm spent for today."

>She stares at me with those slit pupils of hers, her breathing a little faster than normal

>"No. One more time."

>"Ahlimon please, the dick and spirit are willing but the rest of my body is spongy and bruised."

>"Fine then you fleshy little lightweight, if I have to squeeze the last drops from you with my own motions then so be it."

>She gets up off the floor and pushes me to the ground, I land on my back as she towers over me

>With another snap of her fingers my cock is proudly pointing towards the ceiling

>She places her feet on either side of my waist and slowly lowers herself downward

>I fear that a being of her size may crush my fragile body, yet as her pelvis weighs down on mine I sink into the mud and in the process spare my poor body further harm

>Once fully hilted she begins gyrating her hips back and forth, rubbing my cock across every inch of her wet folds

>Her hands grip my midsection and her claws dig into my skin as she continues her gyrations, the sounds of lovemaking filling the small room

>Eventually my poor cock and balls do their job one final time and she releases her grip

>"That's enough for today. If you didn't fully fertilize me in this session then we'll have all of tomorrow to continue. I am laying some eggs in the future and if they don't all hatch I'll be very disappointed in you Lima."

>"I…did my best." I say, panting

>"And shouldn't such effort to please one's spiritual superior be rewarded?"

>She gets up and sets me by a wall before walking over to the water, cupping some in her hand before returning to me

>"Here, drink."

>I lean my head forward and drink the sparkling blue water in her hand

>It tastes sweet, like a juice

>Instantly I feel less fatigued and a healing warmth build in my chest, dick is still sore though

>Ahlimon sits beside me and wraps a heavy arm around my shoulders

>"In a few thousand years mortals will be calling that flavor cool blue."

>"What?"

>"Nothing. Now I suppose this makes up for your pitiful offering to me this morning Lima. Give me a growing followership and you can consider your daily offering for the next hundred years fulfilled."

>"Thanks."

>"But still, you must be punished."

>My eyes go wide

>"Punished? For what?"

>"For spilling your pitiful offering while bringing it to me. Don't think I didn't hear that."

>"And what punishment did you have in mind?"

>Ahlimon leans in, a devious smile on her maw

>"Don't tell me you thought goddesses only have sex for the sole purpose of procreation. There all sorts of ways you can please me besides knocking my eggs over with your sausage. All sorts of ways. A crocodile learns a thing or two over the years."

>"I will serve you in whatever way you most desire, my goddess."

>"I expected nothing more from you. However, given the new duties you'll be filling I do see fit to give you a change in title."

>"And what will that be?"

>"It's one I haven't used in a long, long time. It comes with an upgrade in rank as well, it would put you above even the most senior servants if we had any left. A fitting reward for my devoted, squishy, virile, little concubine."