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Vaughn

It could be minutes, or hours that have gone by as I make love to Adrienne on the altar. 

I always knew she was special as we were growing up. I’m pretty sure we all knew it. It only made sense that she wasn’t just sacrificing herself to our goddess, but becoming one. She’d been chosen. She was now the new living goddess. I can feel the power radiating off of her. I can feel it in the wetness soaking my cock, can feel it on her skin. The entire room is filled with her presence and power. 

I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve cum inside of my goddess. Lost track of how many times she’s spasmed around my cock with pleasure that had her screaming out. 

Our families standing nearby , waiting to fuck her. Waiting to have their turn with my mate. It was tradition. But not tonight. I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop. She was my goddess. The goddess. And I was a god. Her god. And I wouldn’t share her tonight. 

I sit on my knees, her on my lap. Her arms wrapped around me. Our flesh hot and slipping  and smacking against each other as she rides me hard and fast. Her hands grasping at my sweat soaked skin as her cunt spasms around me once more and her head throws itself back with her release. Insatiable. She can’t stop either. She won’t. It’s well know that sacrificing yourself to the goddess creates a wild frenzy of bottomless lust. Being in the catacombs only makes it a hundred times more intense. But being the new goddess? We’ve never witnessed it. Nobody has, for hundreds of years. But it’s more than lust that drives her, and I’m sure I’ll tire before she does. Even if my current state feels like it could take days for it to dwindle enough to take my hands off of her. 

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Two days later…..

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We haven’t stopped to eat ,to shower, to do anything other than the drink the water and wine our families being to us in offering. 

It feels like it’s only been hours, but I know it’s been more than that. 

Adrienne pants, but not with exertion or lack of stamina. She’s hungry for more, and I’ll give it to her till she’s satisfied. 

I lay on the sweat soaked stone altar as she ride atop me. Body glowing , actually glowing, the light flaring. The flames around the altar have barely waned. 

My body is littered with scratches. My arms. My chest. My back. Her nails drag hard down my chest and I cum from the sensation of it. Her power slipping through her fingers and into my skin. Her hips rock as she moans and keeps riding me and I feel her body suck up my seed. Feel the way her cunt claims my offering. No chant had to be said to the goddess to Will her womb to accept my seed. Not when she IS the goddess. We could feel it , both of us. I was impregnating her. She was claiming my offering and willing herself to be bred by her mate. Her god. 

Nobody else is in the altar room. They’ve been gone since a few hours after the sacrifice began. Only returning to bring refreshments to their new goddess. 

I cum again. As if she wills it and this time I cum so much that her cunt floods with the seed she’s demanded. I groan loudly. Hands on her hips and digging in as I thrust. Her power willing me to empty what feels like a gallon of cum inside of her. It seeps out of her. All over us. Drenching my lap and her pussy, I feel it pouring down my ass and onto the stone beneath me. Adrienne hisses and slows her movements bit by bit as I pant. Shuddering and shaking and barely able to breathe as my cock throbs inside of her. 

She stops, hands on my chest and hums , her head rolling in a circle. 

“Yes.” She exhales. “I can feel it.” She moans and I groan. Knowing she means her fertility. That she’s successfully claimed my seed. 

I look down and can already see her stomach slightly larger than before. 

Old stories have told us that a goddess making life is unlike the rest of us. Each month that normal women spent in pregnancy, equaled about an hour for a goddess. It seemed impossible. It was always part of our world that I couldn’t quite believe. But witnessing Adrienne actually become a goddess. I knew it was all real. Every word of it. The magic of our goddess was real. Her power, infinite. And now, Adrienne held all of it. 

“We’ll have a child by the time night comes.” She says and drops down and kisses me and I groan. 

I roll over , ontop of her, knowing my child is inside of her. And begin to pump my hips again and she smirks up at me. Her hair soaked in sweat and her hands on my face as I work my body, moving in hard , vicious thrusts. 

“Are you not done with me?” She asks and even her voice sounds other worldly now. She’s changed. But at the same time hasn’t changed at all. Everything about her is impossibly more beautiful that it was before her transformation into the goddess. 

“I’ll never be done with you.” I admit and she hums and wraps her legs around me. 

“You’ve not even shared me yet, such a selfish God” she hums and I groan. 

“Forgive me Goddess” I groan. 

“Our old goddess did well choosing you for me” she moans. 

I grunt and slam into her , her back arching as her eyes roll with pleasure. 

“Worship me” she moans. 

“I do. I have. Before you were my goddess” I groan. 

“Worship me harder” she moans with a hiss and I crash my mouth to hers, my hips punching forward and Adrienne moans louder and her lips break from mine as her head goes back. 

“Yes my love” she moans and I groan as I cum again and she clenches around me. 

“Fill me with your godly cum” she moans and I thrust the last drops inside of her. Collapsing. Spent entirely. And she lets out a soft laugh. 

“Send me the other .” She says as she strokes my hair. “It’s time you share your goddess”