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“Ah, good, you came."

Standing before me, taller than any man by far, was a glowing yellow and red bird. Fulminsa, Goddess of the Hearth, who warmed our winters. I knew her from old tapestries that depicted her: a bird that stood as a human, her arms her wings. Her plumage cascaded as flames that tossed and turned off her coat of feathers. Her beak was slight and short, her large eyes the color of embers in a dying fire. She wore nothing, but had nothing to hide. No bust, any sex hidden in her feathers. She was taller than any man by a foot. Despite her slender, feminine frame, her size made it impossible not to feel intimidated in her presence.

I stood at the mouth of a cave entrance, blizzard whipping the mountainside behind me. The face wraps around my mouth had frozen, my eyebrows caked in frost. The pack on my back felt lighter just by standing in her presence. And to face her was to face the light of a welcome campfire. Soothing and warm.

“I've waited for you Teshva."

“You… you know my name?"

Even her giggle held the melody of a songbird. Despite her taloned, soot-colored scaly feet, she moved across the cave without a sound, the light shifting as she moved closer. The frost and snow built up on my robe and wraps began to melt away. “Of course I know you, Teshva. You are one of my children." Her feathered fingers wrapped around my arm, grip surprisingly strong.

“You are the one I sent for," she said matter-of-factly. She smelled of fresh cedar thrown into a fire, smoky yet fragrant and warming.

I doubted being sent for anything. I had come out here for trapping, and saw the storm blowing in, along with the light from this cave tucked into the hillside. And now Fulminsa led me deeper into this shelter. The heat from her quickly had me sweating, and, while I struggled to keep up with her longer gait, I pulled off my hood and wraps.

I asked her as we moved from one chamber of the cave into a larger one, where her light couldn't reach the opposite wall, “Why did you send for me?"

“Oh, you were just the first man to come near here. You see, Teshva—"

“Um, Tesh is fine."

“Tesh, I am dying. Gods do that, you know? We die, but we have responsibilities to carry forward, and other lives to live."

My stomach dropped at the prospect of that. “I thought you were immortal."

“I am and I am not. If you took that skinning knife at your belt and ran me through I would be less than tickled, but we have a lifespan. To be a goddess like myself, we live our lives in cycles. It is a rule of this world: the longer we live the more powerful we become, to make sure we cannot become too powerful, our bodies die."

We had been walking along the cavern wall, and now Fulminsa turned a sudden bend in the rock. A narrow passage led to a smaller room furnished lavishly. Someone had smoothed and polished the stone, heavy tapestries hung on the wall with a large, circular bed in the middle of a massive wool rug. A dining table with chairs rested near a fireplace carved into the wall, all on the opposite end of the room with an altar to her that had been set up with jewelry and other offerings at it

Fulminsa finally let go of my hand. “Take off your clothes."

“E-excuse me?"

Fulminsa walked to the bed, continuing her explanation, “You see, we die, and when our death looms, we feel a desperate need to procreate. You, Tesh, are the human nearest my original birthplace. The first men to tame fire came out of these very hills, blessed with my gifts. You will see to it your kind continue to have warm hearths by seeding my progeny."

I gawked. She now sat at the edge of the bed and cocked her head, turning so one eye looked more closely at me. “Is there some confusion on your part?"

“Um… astonishment?"

“Ah, that is sensible, I suppose. I've lived so long, I forgot we must take things slow."

Something in me worried about disappointing her. I shed my pack with my robe, rifle on my pack knocking loudly against the stone as I said, “You don't have the time to take things slow."

“Oh, I could take another few years if I must, but I'd really like to get this over with as soon as possible. In my previous life I tried to find a 'suitable' sire from my followers, going temple to temple, vetting the men there, and I realized that really was quite a bunch of nonsense. If you do not wish to lay with me, by all means make yourself comfortable here and leave when the storm passes."

I stared at her, confused with what to do even as I had one boot off and the other slid past my heel. “You do or don't want me?"

“I do, but I am not going to force you. That'd be quite ghastly, don't you think? Violence has never suited me—Goddess of Hearth and Home, after all."

I took off the remainder of my boot and straightened up. I asked, “What expectations would I have?"

“Tonight we would couple. In the morning you will be left with an egg to watch over for nine days till it hatches."

I had to ask: “And if something happens to the egg?"

“Oh, the egg is immortal as everything else, but if it is cared for poorly, my powers will be weakened for some time. This will cause untold suffering, and my next incarnation will likely be vengeful to you and your bloodline until the end of her lifecycle."

“Okay. I will do my best to take care of it."

“Simply kindle a fire in the hearth here and set the egg inside the fire. If you can keep the fire lit for nine days, you will have performed your vigil admirably. You will not need food or water in this time, for the latent energies of the egg will sustain you."

“Alright." I took a deep breath. “I can do this, Goddess… er, Lady Fulminsa?"

“Insa is fine, child. We are not at the temple, there's no need for ceremony."

“Very well, after this incarnation is hatched. I shall leave it?"

“If you wish. My previous sire was given permission to serve at my side. The one before that was merely blessed with good fortune for him and his bloodline. If it's in my power, I will grant you whatever boon you wish."

I nodded, then bowed. “I do not mean to sound ungrateful—it is a great honor. If I spend part of the season not collecting furs, I will not have the funds—"

“Ease your mind, Tesh. I will provide if furs is truly what your heart desires. You will do it, then?"

“Yes," I said before biting my bottom lip. “There is one final thing you should know."

“You've always preferred the pleasure of males and never once considered bedding a woman?"

I started, stuttering apologies and questions at the same time.

Insa laughed again at me. “I told you, dear! I'm a Goddess, anything you've done near a hearth or campfire, I have known." This did not help the blush spreading across my face, thinking of all the times I let another man take me. She spread her thighs and said, “Finish taking off your clothes and come to me. I will show you how to please your goddess, do not worry."

Head a little fuzzy at, well, everything, I removed my clothes. It was a relief to get out of them. My pale brown skin had become beaded in sweat, and the heat radiating from Insa's body only grew as I approached her. She leaned back a little, and I realized this bed was more made for her than myself: the mattress high enough off the ground that it came up past my navel.

She appraised my body, wiry muscle toughened from years of trapping and trading, but nothing particularly special to look at. Eventually, she said, “On your knees, child."

I got down, the rug soft enough it did not bother me to put my weight on my knees. Her feathery fingers spread the plumage around her crotch, parting feathers to reveal a red sex, inflamed with heat. I gasped as the scent of it hit me. Her scent turned much more pungent, and my heart, already fluttering, sped more as I took it in. “You will worship this until I want you inside me."

I nodded, but hesitated until her hand of feathers wrapped around my head and gently drew me closer. Her scent, spiced and heady, smelled like no other sex I'd encountered. Its pungency made my nose wrinkle, but did not cause any discomfort. Her pubic feathers tickled my skin, and the obvious heat of her sex felt like it might have burned me. It did not quite, but the heat had me panting now as my lips brushed her nethers.

“Lick," she ordered. I recognized the grip on my head, while not forceful, kept me firmly in place. I took a deep breath, bracing myself before my tongue lapped across her folds. Her arousal made contact with my tastebuds, a little sour in its taste, bitter but not unpleasant. I took another lick and another, finding myself relaxing into this work until she whispered, “Lower." I did as she directed, finding her sex opened up here, my tongue pressing up against something, her vent. “In there," Insa breathed, tension in her voice now.

I wondered if I could back down now. Insa's sex now coated my palate, and its taste only got stronger as my muscle stroked across her silky, heated walls. My lips and chin became smeared in her free-flowing arousal, and to go deeper I would need to press my face to her muff. It intimidated me, but Insa made the decision for me. She yanked me into her, chiding, “Don't, ah, be a tease now, child."

I tried to suck in a breath, but both my mouth and nose were buried in her folds. I grabbed her thighs, fingers pinching into the flesh beneath the flame. She whispered, “I will let you up for air. Stop panicking and worship, child." This was hardly the gentle goddess I expected, but, frantic to breathe again, I forced my tongue deep as it could go. Her vent welcomed my oral organ, slipping and sliding along her walls, getting squeezed.

“Oh," Insa sighed breathily, “It's been so long since I've felt the touch of another." Her grip loosened, and I pulled my head away, gasping for breath. Her arousal had smeared across my nose and upper lip, ensuring that all I smelled was her sex as I dragged in breath after ragged breath.

“Oh it's not so bad. Come on, you're far from done."

I wiped some of her arousal off on my wrist and asked, “What if I back out of this now?"

“Do you really want to test the patience of a Goddess?"

“No, no, I'll—"

“Tsk. Mortals." Like I was a baby, she lifted me up by my armpits and threw me on the bed. My world spun so quick I barely got my bearings before I noticed Insa straddling my face. I took a deep breath as her tailfeathers raised. She said as she reached back and spread her feathery, full buttcheeks, “You always want us gods to do your work for you. Here, we'll start with something you're more familiar with. Fear not, I am, as is my nature, immaculate there."

Quick as a hen coming to roost, Insa sat on my face. I might as well have shoved my face into a brick oven, however, I did not burn for all the heat flowing out and around me. Like her mere presence, it left me warm, but relaxed. Her scent was different here, too. Earthy, subdued, a familiar musk I found more inviting. My nose brushed against the wrinkled flesh of her pucker, a soft, soot color like her legs. I licked it and found it pliant and inviting. Insa ground up and down on me, but did not suffocate me like before. If her flesh blocked my nose, I merely tilted my head to breathe again.

My tongue swirled around her rim, darting across her flesh with an eagerness I normally reserved for the men of my life. I found I did want to please her, and as I felt her quiver above me, making tiny little huffs and gasps, my cock responded to the noise. Her arousal dripped on my chin as I kissed her hole, sucking there a moment while my tongue flattened itself on her pucker, rubbing every part of her tenderness. I got lost in the heat of her, the taste of her ass, that smell getting stronger, replacing the arousal staining my face.

My cock throbbed and leaked across my belly. My hands rested on her wide hips, marveling at the soft heat of her feathers. She shifted backwards, and my nostrils dug into her rim. I dragged in a breath of her musk and moaned, my lips now kissing her cunt again. From this angle, it was much easier to wedge my tongue inside her. Insa gyrated her hips, labia pressing messily into my chin as I frenched her sex. The taste of her arousal mingled with the earthier musk of her rear had me in a haze of pleasure. Just her presence had eased all my aches and needs, but now I felt my body melting into bliss, falling out of time. There was just the softness of her feathers, the scent of her musk, the taste of her sex as my tongue lapped up and down her vent. Every few breaths I swallowed her arousal, the warmth spreading through my throat and deeper into my body.

Insa mentioned before that one man stayed by her side, and the more I worshipped her the more I understood that decision. With a grunt, Insa shifted her weight, suddenly smothering me with her backside. I could no longer breathe, but still enjoyed how my nose grinded against her spit-slick pucker. My tongue wedged deeper in her cunny, and I swiped it all around her walls, trying my best to get every ounce of me inside of her. Her back arched, I felt her hips quiver in my hands, and her walls fluttered then contracted around my tongue.

“Yes… hells I needed this," Insa whispered over me. Her nectar drooled in greater volume past my lips, and I had to concentrate on swallowing so she didn't drown me. The strong, warming flavor made my tongue and mouth tingle with little pinpricks of pleasure. I didn't even care that my lungs began to ache for air again. My eyes, half-lidded, watched her tailfeathers twitch over my brow, each little movement matched by convulsing in her core, in another helping of her cum.

Eventually, legs trembling, Insa lifted herself off of me. Even as I gasped for breath and recovered, my body remained subdued, watching her swing herself around. That dripping snatch came to rest in front of my cock. I felt the base of my shaft rub against her stiff clit. My body felt submerged in a hot spring as she lay across me, every muscle relaxed even as my dick throbbed for her.

Her orange beak nuzzled my jawline, smooth and softer than I expected. I heard her take a deep inhalation, blowing it out along my ear. She nipped my earlobe and nibbled there, getting a little whimper from me. She whispered, “I've missed a man's scent." Her beak darted down, opening, her tongue dragging up my chest, along the wiry black hairs running down between my pecs. She moaned, grinding her pussy along my cock. “Your sweat tastes so good, Tesh."

I looked down, amazed at how she now seemed to worship me, this goddess. Her nares flared as she took in another scent. She dragged her tongue along one of my pecs, swirling around the nipple before teasing it with her beak. I squirmed and gasped, as she made my bud firm between her beak.

She released me with a little, mischievous giggle, and propped herself on her elbow, beak hanging before mine. “You want me, don't you?" she whispered.

Dumbly, I nodded.

“Even though I'm a woman?"

That question felt absurd. “You… you're a goddess," I managed to force out. Stringing words together was an enormous task.

“Your goddess."

My hands found her slender waist, squeezing into her waist. “Mine," I said, marveling at the word.

“Hehe, so simple and suggestible." Insa nuzzled my cheek and reached down, and I held my breath when I felt my length now nudged her entrance. “I knew you'd be a perfect sire," she purred in my ear, her hips hovering over my cock.

She sank down.

I gasped, huffing, grip on her waist tightening. Her folds parted and sucked my cock inside her. Her wet so silky and smooth, the heat enough to sear. It was so much, too much. I groaned, burying my face into her neck, inhaling her scent. My tears ran into her feathers as I came, overwhelmed, my balls clenching as her mound settled against my crotch. She held my head against her while I whined, face flushed and hips grinding against her as if I might somehow get even deeper. Each tense pulse of my balls soothed none of this need in me. I sobbed a string of curses as my seed spilled inside her.

“That's it Tesh," Insa whispered. “Let go to the pleasure. You're mine now. My child and soon to be sire. So good—ah, I c-can feel your throbbing against my cervix."

“Insa… Insa… fuck, I-I can't…"

“You can, dear," she whispered as my orgasm began to taper off. She pulled my head away so I could look at her, and her warm smile reassured me. She cocked her head and opened her beak, and I gasped as she kissed me, her beak wrapping around my lips, tongue entering my mouth. That smoldering, long muscle was thin, but given our size difference was almost thick as mine. It glided across my tongue, and I moaned, reciprocating the kiss as my chest surged with warmth and flame. Our tongues danced between each other, and my grip shifted back to her hips.

My body, once relaxed and at ease, now burned with tension. Centered in my stomach, sizzling through my loins, my muscles at once warmed and also primed to work.

“Tesh…"

I heard her in my head, and recognized I felt… felt…

“Till we are finished, our bodies will be one…"

My walls—her walls flexed around my dick. I suddenly noticed every vein of it, how my foreskin rolled backwards as my hips reflexively churned. A spike of pleasure lanced through my body as I jabbed into her cervix, that spongy barrier somewhat painful to touch, but that pain turned to pleasure by this need that now boiled in both of us: to sire her progeny.

And I felt her estrus. Smelled the tang of my sweat, the taste of her arousal on my tongue, sensed how my male scent had some pheromonal effect on her.

“You will not tire and you will not stop, will you, Tesh?"

I wouldn't. I held her hips so tight I dug furrows into her feathers, lifting her off my dick before slamming back down. Our heads tossed backwards, breaking the kiss to moan. It was so intoxicatingly good to feel my dick pound into her pussy—her wet gliding along my shaft, my hardness splitting her open. We felt each other in tandem.

We came together, too. Rejuvenated by her, my cock fired again. Thick, gummy spurts of cum filling her cunt while she shivered and twitched, screaming. She bit down on my shoulder, holding me tight, and, teeth grit, I rolled her over.

Soon as she fell on her back, Insa locked her legs around me. I needed more of her. Still cumming, I started pounding my hips hard as I could. Her cunny spurted each time I pulled back, strings of diluted spunk shooting out around it. The feathers of her butt became matted in our fluids, so that soon my balls plapped plapped plapped against her. I buried my face in her neck, panting furious breaths around her feathers, sweat sliding down my body. I kissed, bit, and sucked her throat, awed at how I felt like hickies were forming on my neck. Amazed at the bruising, blissful surge of pleasure of my dick ramming her cervix. Each punch of my cock inside her snapping across the tension in her belly, her muscles trying to contract, even as my hips smacked back against her, dick blowing apart that tension in her again.

And I just kept cumming. I felt us—her becoming bloated with my seed. My cum soon leaked from her pussy, pushed out on each thrust as more filled her. It matted her sex and feathers, started to connect our crotches in stringy, white filaments of spunk. I'd certainly seeded her, but this heat inside us kept building, burning brighter and brighter. In my right mind, I might have worried about it consuming us. But I didn't care, all that mattered was her, my goddess, breeding her. The room ripe with the stench of our brutal mating, my heady cum as potent now as her fertility.

Minute by minute, I was dumping so much cum inside her that her stomach started to swell. Her trim tummy pushed up against my stomach. And in my head I heard her wail, “That's it! Yes Tesh! I'm so close—be my sire, breed me!"

I, a dumb, heated animal bursting with need, could not even answer her with coherent thoughts, just focused on the sensation of my cock stirring up her insides, her cervix hit with blast after blast of my spunk, every fraction of a shot making it into her while the rest gushed out in a sloppy mess around this hen.

“Yes… I'm just a sloppy hen. Your slut. Not good for anything but breeding. Don't stop—Don't stop!"

I would have gone an eternity if she asked me, utterly absorbed in that expanding, searing heat—her stomach bouncing a little each time I slapped my body against hers. I loved it. Loved the feeling of cock breeding me—her, my sensations utterly lost in hers.

—suddenly, though, a cave in. I thought she collapsed through a trapdoor in the bed, then I recognized that it was not my body I felt crumple, but hers. The last thing I felt from our connection before an explosion of flame tossed away.

I am not sure how long I lay at the edge of her bed, head lolling lopsided off its edge. My neck was stiff as I came to, groaning as I sat up.

In the center of the bed sat an egg, glowing in wavering, golden heat.

***

I watched it now as it rested in a hearth. After coming to terms with the strangeness of the encounter, I had remembered what I got myself into and rushed to start a fire. Against the backdrop of the flames, the golden egg sparkled. It was the size of my head. For that first day, I looted everything I could from my pack and the room to keep the egg lit. I went so far as to use the wooden stock of my rifle as fuel.

On day two, the storm abated, and after making sure the fireplace burned with the help of the furniture I broke down, I went outside and braved the frost. Hatchet in hand, I tramped through the knee deep snow, hacking off low hanging branches that I put in my pack, stumbling over a fallen bough that I dragged back to the cave.

I took these things back to the bedroom. I'd entered the cave thirsty, stomach rumbling, but as soon as I saw Insa's egg those needs started to fade from my body. I set my haul next to the hearth to dry the timber and hacked apart the bough, occasionally glancing at the egg.

It was hard to believe Insa would be born from such a tiny thing without need for a caretaker. Would she return fully formed or as a babe? How well would she remember me?

Strangely, when I did not sit and watch the egg, I missed her deeply, as if some part of me had been taken with her into the egg.

Days three, four, and five I spent gathering more timber, working from sunup till noon each day. Eventually, I realized I had more than enough to keep the fire going, as any fuel I put in with the egg burned longer than it would normally.

Boredom took its toll by the sixth day. I explored every nook and cranny of the cave, but only found the single room furnished with anything other than rock. Insa did not leave me any books to read or things to do. I could only sit and watch our egg, willing myself to see inside it, to know it was safe.

Eventually, idle hands and roaming thoughts led me back to our night together. I felt my arousal stir, thinking of her scent. All the mess we made had been cleansed by that fiery explosion somehow, and nothing of her remained save for the smell of smoke wafting from the hearth. Still, I lay back in the bed, fingers squeezing up and down my shaft.

I masturbated for hours to no avail, mind wandering from her to past lovers to back to her. My most sordid fantasies with men, my magical night with the goddess, fingers buried inside my ass, nothing helped push me over the edge till I remembered how my cock had felt grinding along her walls and cervix. Not how good my dick had felt, but how good I made her pussy feel. When we had shared sensations. Something so lewd about it. That feeling so different from the times men had taken me. The tension in my—her belly, the numbness in her legs, the clench of her toes. I'd experienced all of it, and as I played through it, I imagined I did not stroke off my cock, but was the one on my back getting fucked.

When I reached my peak, I spread my legs and took the position she had been in when I fucked her, releasing my dick, and kneading my taint where a sensitive bundle of nerves rested under my balls. I came, much harder than I expected. My seed spilled across my stomach as I imagined a male taking my pussy, filling me with his length over and over while I struggled to clench around him, unable to keep up with the pleasure he gave me.

I tried to deny it, but eventually it was all I could think about. Every few hours I returned to touching myself then groping, finally fingering and rubbing my taint with one hand while my other stroked me off. I played through fantasies of past lovers breeding me while I whispered their names, eyes shut tight. Suddenly getting off to fantasies of my belly gravid with someone's seed.

I stopped counting days on the evening of the seventh. My time revolved around tending the flame, sleeping, and masturbating myself until my dick could only cum in thin, stringy spurts.

I considered myself lucky that Insa did not hatch while I was lost in one of these needy fantasies.

I was sitting in front of the hearth, using a stick to shift around some embers to one side so I could build up the fire some more, when the whole thing wobbled. I yelped and fell backwards on my butt. Wide-eyed, I watched it twitch, jerk, something beating at the top of it. Then, around its lip, a crack.

As if it only needed its seal broken, a wash of flames cascaded around the room. I shut my eyes and covered my face, flinching backwards as a familiar, consuming yet not dangerous heat took me.

Over the sweeping rush of flame I heard feet stomp across the floor, feathery fingers wrapping around my throat and tossing me like a sack of cotton across the room and onto the bed. A laugh, not melodious and sweet, but goading and sharp, rang in my ears as a weight settled on the bed.

I blinked back tears as the blinding flames faded, and I saw Insa's reincarnation standing on the edge of the bed. Feathers not flowing reds, oranges, and yellows, but wavering gold. A smirk on the hooked, red beak, eyes like desert sunset, and legs red, toned with muscle but not as long. And between the thighs—

I blushed, eyes widening at the fat, pink shaft that dripped from its tapered tip, hanging over a plump set of balls. Insa laughed some more. “Heh, you should see your face—my eyes are up here, father." His voice was high for a man's but unmistakably masculine.

I started, gawking as I met his smirk. He wasn't as tall as before. He would barely come up to my collarbone if we stood side to side. He crossed the bed, his bestial cock bobbing from a feathery sheath, as he said, “I've been watching you." He knelt by my side, his feathery fingers wrapping around my throat, not quite hard enough to choke.

“I know exactly what you want, father. And for taking such good care of me, I'm going to make sure you get so much you never want anything else."