Chapter 1: The God’s Fertile Seed

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this.

I shuddered at the sight of the rainbow glowing through the gauzy curtains separating my bedchamber from the balcony. I sat up from my bed, the sheets falling off from my breasts. They swayed as this wanton heat swept through me.

There was only one reason for a rainbow to ever appear so close. Every woman in the world knew about it. As a girl, I had fantasized and yearned for one to appear before my window. My pussy grew so hot. I squeezed my thighs together, my silky bush tickling my flesh while my clit throbbed with wanton heat. I could feel His presence.

Pater, Father of All, the Firstborn God, had appeared.

I couldn’t think of anything else but the lust burning through my pussy. He rode rainbows down from the Astral Realm and His domain there where He ruled the universe with His daughter-wife, the Goddess Slata.

Pater was a lusty god. No lover could ever compare to His divine embrace. No woman or maid knew when He would appear. When He would descend down to the earth to make love to a mortal woman. His progeny all became heroes. They were famous, many immortalized in song and tale. The High King Peter who had conquered the known world two thousand years ago, Karsin who ventured into the sun and tamed the first flame, or Veronitha who possessed such beauty that she seduced the warlord Tonil Loke into stopping his invasion of the Kingdom of Haz and saved her people. Those were just a few of the demigod heroes.

My cunt was pure, molten heat as the reds, oranges, yellows, greens, blues, and purples bled through the window. A figure appeared. A silhouette of masculine perfection. Tall and broad-shouldered. The figure grew sharper and sharper.

He parted the curtains and stepped into my bedroom. I shuddered as He crossed the wooden floor and stepped onto the Nishelin carpet. He was so gorgeous I had trouble looking around at anything but Him, hardly aware of the walls of undressed stone decorated in tapestries. My naked breasts rose and fell. He had a glow about Him that lit up my dark bedroom.

“My Lord God,” I breathed as I drank in the sight of His shining, bronze flesh. He was all golden muscles, the body of a young man at the peak of physical perfection while His hair was white with age. He had smooth cheeks, a chiseled jaw, a smile that would melt the thighs of the most prudish of women. “You honor me with your presence.”

He smiled, a look of hunger appearing in His blue eyes. I trembled, my breasts jiggling as the heat surged through my cunt. My juices flowed, staining my thighs. My toes curled while I squirmed on the bed.

A halo of golden light surrounded Him, the light falling on me. Warm. Caressing me like a lover’s hands. It struck me that I was about to be a God’s lover. He reached the foot of my bed. My eyes fell down His rippling chest and sculpted abs to the hard cock thrusting out from His crotch.

He was huge. Magnificent. I had never seen a cock to rival Him.

“Yes, you so honor me,” I moaned.

He seized the sheets and ripped them from me, exposing my legs pressed tight. His eyes flicked up and down my body, devouring me. I felt His lust pulsing from Him with the throbbing beat twitching up His massive, divine cock.

I spread my thighs. Nothing else mattered to me but satiating my lust for the Chief God. Pater! The Father of All!

“Whenever I see a rose blossoming from the Adamant Palace, I must descend to the world and inhale its sweet bouquet.” He smiled, stirring such a wave of heat through my body. “And what a gorgeous rose you are. You are in full bloom.”

I quivered in delight while a tightness squeezed about my chest. This exciting lust. His eyes stared at my bush. At my pussy. My juices flowed, soaking my pubic hair. A trickle of pussy juices ran down my taint to my asshole.

“I must pluck you, beloved,” He said as He slid onto the bed. He dimpled the goose-down mattress. The wooden frame groaned as it held His divine weight. A tingle rippled through my body as His presence washed over me ahead of His touch. “I must savor your nectar. Revel in your fragrance. Experience your passion.”

“Yes, my Lord God!” I moaned, my lusts melting my body.

His finger brushed the top of my foot.

A small orgasm rippled out of my pussy just from that stroke. Goose-pimples rippled across my skin while the pleasure spilled through my body. I moaned pure, wanton lust. My eyes squeezed shut. His golden halo shone through my eyelids. My back arched, thrusting my tits forward.

I fell back, my head resting on my soft pillows. My body twitched as the climatic delight rippled through my body. My breasts rose and fell. My eyes opened as His finger reached my shin. He slid it up and up towards my knee.

“Pater!” I cried out and, for once, spoke directly to the God, giving my pleasure to Him.

“Yes, my beautiful rose,” He said.

My body burned, my breasts rising and falling in rapid succession. I gulped down air, struggling to control myself. His finger reached my knee. He traced around my patella. My cunt clenched, the heat burning through me. My juices spilled out of my cunt and soaked my bedspread beneath me.

Pater kissed my knee. His lips seared my flesh with intense delight. Another small orgasm burst inside of me. The delight washed through me. My back arched and my breasts jiggled. My tits swayed together.

His lips kissed upward. Every kiss sent a small burst of rapture through me. I whimpered, my body squirming. The God of Gods worked up my inner thigh. He came closer and closer to my pussy. I could smell my arousal. The aroma filled my nose, proof of my lust for Pater.

“My Lord God Pater!” I moaned, my cunt clenching as He came closer and closer to my pussy.

“That sweet nectar,” He groaned. “Every woman has a unique bouquet, a melange of scents that forms her passion.” He inhaled. This pleasure surged through my body. I trembled as a look of ecstatic delight crossed His Divine face. His golden halo shone brighter, the light spilling around my body, tingling my nipples. “Slata and I created something delicious with humans.”

“I am so glad to please you, my Lord God,” I whimpered.

“You have no idea.” He continued kissing up my thigh.

I squirmed as He came closer and closer. The nearer He came to my pussy, the more my body twitched. My cunt pulsed with my heartbeat, my labia engorged with blood. My clit ached to be touched by Him. His tongue licked at my inner thigh.

He growled out in satiated delight from tasting the cream staining my skin.

His tongue reached my bush. His lips nuzzled through my pubic hair. His sapphire eyes stared at me. My breasts rose and fell, nipples hard and throbbing. I grabbed them and gripped them like they were the only thing keeping me from falling into insensate bliss.

A God ate my cunt. The God devoured my pussy.

“Pater!” I howled as His tongue licked up and down the slit of my pussy.

My orgasm exploded through me. Rapture rushed through my veins. I bucked on the soft mattress. My thighs gripped His head, holding the God of Gods to my cunt. The epitome of masculine and fatherly strength ran His tongue up and down the folds of my pussy. He brushed my clit.

More pleasure burst through me.

The bliss surged out of my cunt. Sweeps of waves, like the ocean crashing against the shores of the Kelen Peninsula where I’d grown up as a girl, washed into my mind. The ecstatic surge spilled over my mind. The currents of bliss swept through me as His tongue swirled around my clit.

“Such sweet nectar,” He groaned. His hands slid beneath my rump. He gripped me tight, my fingers pinching my nipples. I twisted them, the tingling presence was the only thing keeping me from utterly drowning in His touch. “Every woman has the divine in them. The capacity to create life. It gives you such zest. Such pleasure. No drink tastes better, not even the ambrosia of the Astral Realm, than a woman’s juices.”

“Drink from my font of womanhood!” I moaned. “Devour all that I have for you, my Lord God!”

He thrust His tongue into the depths of my pussy. His tongue swirled around inside of me. My loose, brown hair spilled across my pillows while my head thrashed. His hands tightened on the cheeks of my ass. His tongue teased my inner flesh. He stimulated my spasming cunt.

Orgasms swept through me. They burst through my body one after the other. They consumed me. My cunt convulsed again and again. My body spasmed. I twisted my pink nipples. I twisted them hard. My fingers stretched them out. I gasped and moaned, the pleasure surging through my body.

“My Lord God, yes!” I howled. “Oh, what a delight. You’re amazing. I’ve never felt better.”

His blue eyes shone as they stared up my body. I drowned in them. The pleasure swept through my body. My cunt spilled my juices into His hungry mouth. His tongue swirled around inside of me. His nose brushed my clit.

The pleasure surged out of me. Tides of ecstasy swept through me again and again. The waves of rapture flooded my mind, inundating my every thought. My thighs squeezed around His face, holding Him there. My fingers twisted both my nubs. I whimpered. My pussy convulsed, juices spilling out of me and into His mouth.

I fed the Father of All with my cunt juices. They soaked His mouth. I whimpered, stars dancing before my eyes. Each one of them sparked by the pleasure of His divine touch. His tongue caressed me in such skilled ways, touching where I needed.

But He couldn’t reach the full bounds of my twat’s depths. My entire cunt needed to be touched. To be filled. I gasped out, unable to speak now. Only wordless passion burst through me while I spasmed on the bed. My head tossed back and forth. Brown hair spilled across my face.

He lifted His face. Pussy juices coated His bronze flesh. His strong lips smiled in confidence. “You need more than my tongue.”

“Yes!” I managed to gasp out. “Your cock! I need Your Divine cock. Pater’s cock!”

He chuckled. “It is impressive. Dwarfs any you’ve ever seen, right?”

“Yes!”

He rose, pushing my thighs apart in the process. His hands gripped my inner thighs. His cock thrust massive and rampant before Him. His heavy balls swayed with His divine seed. His dick throbbed and pulsed. Precum bubbled from the tip.

“I need your cock in me!” I moaned. “Oh, my Lord God, please! Please!”

He loomed over me, His weight supported by His strong arms, the mighty pillars of heavens holding aloft His Divine form. His halo shone around His head. Pussy juices dripped from His chin. I shuddered as He pressed His cock into my bush.

Against the lips of my cunt.

“Fuck me, my Lord God!” I howled. “I want your cock in me! I need it! I’ve dreamed of Your dick fucking me since I discovered masturbation. Take me, my Lord God!”

“I’ve heard your prayers,” He said. “You are such a gorgeous woman, and now you’ve blossomed to your full, ripe beauty.”

He thrust His cock into my pussy’s depths. His dick slammed to the hilt in me. My eyes widened. His cock stretched and stretched my convulsing pussy. My twat spasmed around His cock as He slid deeper into me. He reached so far into me.

He filled my cunt to its fullest.

I bucked, my breasts jiggling. My legs wrapped around His hips. I held Him tight. My hands released my nipples to dart up and caress His chest. I stroked up and down His torso. My fingernails scratched His rock-hard flesh.

I didn’t mar His divine skin.

He grinned down at me as He drew back His hips. I squealed in delight, a powerful orgasm bursting through my body. My cunt spasmed and writhed around His Divine cock. My pussy worshiped His dick.

“I’ve never had better!” I howled. “Yours is the best! My Lord God, yes!”

My head tossed back and forth. My eyes danced around my bedroom, my gaze spilling across the tapestry-clad walls, the open door of my bedroom, the wooden ceiling. My pussy convulsed wildly about His cock as He rammed back into me.

“Your cock is amazing, my Lord God!” I howled.

“So is the center of your womanhood,” He groaned. “Your passion massages me. Worships me. I can feel your fertility. Your egg is ready for my seed.”

“Yes!” I howled. “Breed me, my Lord God!”

My twat convulsed and spasmed. My bliss swelled through my body. The rapture swept through me. The waves of ecstasy pounded the shores of my mind, covering them in bliss. His cock pumped away at me, plunging into my writhing flesh again and again.

The orgasms swept through me over and over. I couldn’t tell when one climax ended and the next began. My body bucked and spasmed on the bed. My breasts heaved. I clawed at His sculpted, hairless chest. I felt the strength of His muscles. They were harder than granite. Than diamonds.

His cock plunged to the hilt in my cunt. He buried over and over into my depths. His heavy balls smacked into my flesh, full of His seed. I would carry His child. My first. I thought it would be another man’s child I would bear, not His.

“My Lord God!” I howled, my mind drowning in oceans of ecstasy. “Your cock is divine! Amazing! Nothing has ever felt better! You are the best lover of all time! Every cock I’ve ever had pales before you.”

“What a sweet rose you are!” Pater groaned, slamming hard into me. The God’s cock buried deep and hard into my pussy again and again. He slammed to the hilt in me. I gasped and moaned. My cunt writhed and spasmed. The bliss surged through my body.

Drowned my mind.

“My Lord God, yes!” I howled as my pussy massaged His cock, orgasm after orgasm bursting through me. “Give me Your seed. I crave it. I need your seed firing into me! Give me Your Divine child!”

He slammed to the hilt in me. He buried His cock so deep into my convulsing flesh. His face twisted in rapture. The halo of golden light around His head burst bright. He bathed me in His passion as His cock erupted.

I exploded in ecstasy.

The waves crashing against the shores of my mind became mighty surges of ecstasy. Tidal waves of rapture. I drowned in bliss and euphoria as His cum flooded me. A God’s cum filled my pussy. His seed spurted into me over and over.

“Give me Your child!” I howled as I bucked in rapture. My body trembled. My cunt spasmed. The bliss surged through me. My head tossed back and forth. That wonderful rapture ignited all my nerves. “I love your cock! Yes, yes! You are the best, my Lord God! Pater, yes!”

“My beautiful rose!” Pater groaned, His light shining brighter and brighter as more and more of His cum fired into my cunt. His jizz basted me. Spurt after spurt filled me.

I shuddered. My eyes squeezed shut. The pleasure spurted into me. His balls unloaded. The pleasure burned through me. My cunt writhed around Him, milking His cock. I drained Him as I drowned in His passion.

“I will always remember you,” the God groaned.

The last spurt of His cum fired into me. I groaned, trembling on the bed. He gave me His virile, divine seed. My orgasm peaked in me. My pussy spasmed around His cock for the final time. Then He was gone. I was empty.

My eyes opened to witness only the ceiling of my bedroom while His divine seed spilled out of my cunt. My breasts rose and fell. I panted, smiling. It was incredible. My hands drifted down to my lower belly, rubbing over my womb.

I would have a God’s baby. Pater’s son or daughter quickened inside of me.

“Thank you, my Lord God,” I whispered.

Sir Bryce Cartith – The Temple of Lily’s Blossom

The Kelit Mountains loomed on the horizon, a blue-purple smear. The folded Xan Hills at the range’s base rippled around me, covered in the green growth of spring. My armor clad me from head to foot, the plates of steel blessed by Lagu, Goddess of Law.

I had come to enforce obedience to natural law.

My warhorse, a black charger, snorted as he trotted to the crown of the hill. I named him Blind, the impartiality of justice. My gaze swept down the hill towards the Temple of Lily’s Blossom. A holy site to the God Pater, the location where His most famous child was born. Here, High King Pater first drew breath two thousand years ago. He had buried his mother, Lily, here when she died. The temple held a lock of her hair in the inner sanctum.

Recently, a knight had appeared claiming to be of his blood. Angela was forming her own order of knights. Hermaphrodite knights.

It was no concern of mine.

This temple was.

It had no defenses. It was a large structure, twin wings of buildings reaching out from the main sanctum. The quarters for the priests and their wives. Rumor spoke of a leywife, a woman blessed by Pater and carrying His child. Made of marble, the temple appeared created of snow on the shores of a pristine lake, the water’s mirrored to a silver-gray sheen. Sekaran Columns held up the tall, front porch, a frieze of Pater mounting Lady Lily, the mother of High King Peter, and conceiving the demigod adorned the front of it.

My hand tightened on my longsword’s hilt. I shifted my kite shield strapped to my right arm. Heavy. Wood bounded in iron. My eyes scanned the ground. Under the cover of clouds, blocking out the sun, the goblins stalked to the temple from the hills beyond.

The priests had no idea they were about to be attacked.

I drew my longsword, clapped down the visor of my helmet, and heeled Blind. My warhorse burst into a canter, descending the hill. The roar of the goblins reached my ears as they flooded into the temple’s wings.

I had to move fast. “For Lagu’s Law and Order!”

Illina – The Free City of Raratha

Pipe music played by a group of satyrs filled the banquet hall of Lord Gregorin Korvan. The sounds of lust stirred ardor even in me. My pussy held a hot itch and my nipples ached atop my small breasts. My red hair fell in a cascade of fire down the right side of my head and spilled across my shoulder. My dress wrapped around my body, a single bolt of light-green silk that hugged my flesh, molding to tall and slender form.

My eyes darted right and left, searching for my target as I moved through the rich and powerful of the Free City of Raratha. Part of the League of Seven, it was independent from the neighboring Kingdom of Valya. It lay on the shores of the Nimborgoth, the great inner sea, and at the mouth of the Roytin River. A center of trade. Of riches.

The perfect place for a thief.

I wanted to make my mark. To be famous like my mother, or the Knight Angela and her crew who robbed the Vault a year ago. The second most secure location in the world, supposedly created by the Goddess Cernere, Mistress of Crime and my own patron, to trap the God of Lust.

Las hadn’t been able to escape.

My ambition burned in me as I sipped at the delicious Valyan red wine. It held a hint of mandrake, the dangerous plant framed by the Valyans. It was the perfect drink to accompany the horny satyrs, their cocks rampant and fawned over by many of the women of Raratha.

My eyes fell on my target. Lady Alloria Valis Korvan, wife of the host and the second-richest man in Raratha after Doge Aurelius. She stood watching the satyrs, her cheeks red. Like me, she wore a dress of wrapped cloth, called a toga. Hers was a deep lavender that clung to her large breasts. She had the bluish tinge to her skin marking her of Valyan blood, not uncommon in the city, her eyes red. Black hair fell in a lustrous fall of shadows and adorned by a net of platinum and diamonds. Stars twinkling about her. More jewelry adorned her, earrings set with moon pearls, necklaces of gold and amethysts, bracelets adorning her slender wrists.

Lust surged through me.

I finished my drink and set it on the tray of a passing servant. My hips swayed. Her red eyes drifted to me and stopped, cheeks blushed dark. Her eyes flicked up and down me. I smiled, hunger burning in my eyes for her. I lusted for more than her jewels.

“My, oh, my,” she said, her eyes staring at my bare arms. “I saw you at Lord Hatherin’s party last month.”

“Oh?” I asked as I reached her. “I am surprised you noticed me. You had your choice of suitors that night.”

“Mmm,” she said, her eyes flicking to the women crowding the satyrs. “My husband’s entertainment seems to have deprived me of my favorites.”

Lady Alloria was infamous for her lust for women.

“But you seem immune to their rampant charms.”

I laughed, my fiery hair spilling around my face. I planted my pale hand on hers, the bluish tinge to her flesh more apparent compared to my shiny skin. My thumb stroked the back of her hand before lifting it. I brought her to my lips and kissed the back of her hand.