Written Fic | The Fertility Ceremony

I saw this really hot post on Tumblr about feeding a fertility goddess and IMMEDIATELY wrote this fic. I PROMISE there will be audio content coming soon--I've just been *really* inspired to write lately.

Let me know if y'all would be interested in me turning this into an audio, whether through the POV of the goddess or the one breeding her--but for now, enjoy~

Long ago there was a nation called Sonsein, a small but lush land of ample grain and delicious fruit. The people of Sonsein worshiped many gods, but none more than Prolifica, the goddess of fertility and abundance. They believed Prolifica had once lived on this land before ascending to the divine kingdom in the sky, and she continued to bless the land that was once her home for their devotion to her.

To show this devotion, the people of Sonsein had erected a temple to Prolifica, and once a year, they held a ceremony to ensure her divine blessing for the growing season. The temple was run by women, and every year, one of these women would be selected to embody Prolifica's essence and become the picture of fertility. She would spend the year being pampered and praised by the villagers, eating delicious fruits and never lifting a finger in hard labor, until the eve of the spring solstice, when the breeding ceremony would take place with a man selected by the village.

This year, the temple had selected Lushia, a beautiful girl with a radiant smile, to embody Prolifica, and the village had selected Virilus, a young, strapping man of twenty, to breed her.

Lushia was kept well-nourished and well-pampered in the year leading up to the breeding ceremony. The women of the temple would hand-feed her all of her meals so she'd never lift a finger, and she slept on a luscious bed with ample pillows to ensure her comfort. The villagers would come to her in droves to provide her offerings and show their devotion, whether by giving her milk to drink or massaging her body with oil to keep it soft.

The villagers believed that if the goddess conceived after the ceremony, the year's harvest would be bountiful, and all children born to the village women would grow healthy and strong. If she did not conceive, however, then the fields would be barren, and the infants of Sonsein would be weak and frail. So while Lushia lounged and wanted for nothing, Virilus was made to keep active and strong to ensure that he'd provide her good seed. He was kept away from alcohol and given a strict diet of nutritious food, and for the entire year, he was forbidden from sex of any kind.

It was a difficult year for Virilus, being young and naturally full of lust, but he knew how important his selection had been, and so he followed the village's rules and remained faithful to the goddess until the night of the ceremony.

On that night, Virilus traveled into the temple alone, completely nude, and brought with him a basket of berries as offering. When he entered the temple, he found Lushia laying there on her luxurious bed, waiting for him.

She was the epitome of luscious fertility. Her hips were wide and full, nearly filling the bed on which she lay; her breasts were heavy and pendulous, hanging down atop her soft, doughy belly; her face was plump and rubicund, and her radiant smile seemed to shine a light in the otherwise dark temple.

Immediately, Virilus grew hard, and with hasty steps he approached the goddess. He knelt before her and bowed his head, holding the basket of fruit up for her to see.

“O great and benevolent goddess,” said Virilus, “I have come to offer myself to you on this night so you may bless the land with bounty and light.”

“And what offering have you brought to me?” asked Lushia in her soft, milky voice.

“I've brought to you a basket of berries picked fresh by hand, the sweetest and juiciest in all of Sonsein.”

“Bring me these berries,” said Lushia, waving her fingers toward herself. “I wish to taste them.”

Virilus moved to the side of the bed, still on his knees, and held one of the berries up to Lushia's lips. Slowly she took it into her mouth, and the moment she chewed, she released a soft moan of pleasure.

“Another,” she said, and another he provided, one after the next, until the basket was empty.

When the berries were gone, Lushia placed both of her soft hands on her even softer belly and gave it a slow, gentle rub as she sighed.

“The goddess is content,” she said.

“Thank you, my goddess,” Virilus replied. “May I proceed with my next offering?”

“You may.”

Virilus reached into the basket and withdrew a bottle of milk, believed by the village to promote the fullness of the breasts and ready the body for conception. “A sweetened milk bottled by my own hands. May I raise my head and feed it to you, my goddess?”

“You may.”

Virilus joined her on the bed and uncorked the bottle. He raised the spout to her lips and tilted it back. Lushia closed her eyes as she drank, looking blissfully pleased as she massaged her massive breasts with every swallow. When the bottle was empty, Virilus drew back, and Lushia licked her lips with a smile.

“Delicious,” she said. “And now your final offering?”

“Yes, of course.” Virilus reached into the basket once more and withdrew a small tub. “A rich oil brewed by a master apothecary, for the goddess's supple skin to remain soft. May I apply it to you, my goddess?”

“You may.”

Lushia lowered her hands from her breasts, and Virilus poured the oil directly onto her belly. She tilted her head back with a sigh as he massaged the liquid into her skin, caressing and squeezing her rolls, folds, and curves with tender reverence. In the dim candlelight, she glistened like a precious gem, and her blissful, drunken smile beamed warmer than the noonday sun.

“A rich oil indeed,” Lushia said. “You have done well, young Virilus. The goddess is pleased with you.”

“I am honored, my lady,” said Virilus, bowing his head. “May I have your blessing to breed?”

“You may.”

Lushia spread her thick, heavy legs, and Virilus bowed once before her opening. Drawing in a deep breath, he poised himself at her entrance, moist and well-slicked, and slid into her slowly. Lushia let out a deep, heavy sigh and allowed her eyes to drift shut as Virilus moved his way in and out of her, making sure to thrust deep and firm to maximize her pleasure. He leaned down and captured her lips in his own, cupping either of her plump, soft cheeks in his hands while he worked his way in and out of her. She moaned into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck, reciprocating his kiss and drawing him in closer. For hours he made love to her, slowly and passionately, spilling his seed deep inside of her soft, luscious body many times, until he had no more to give.

He did not pull out when this happened, rather he kept himself plugged into her entrance and kissed her deeply, savoring the way his strong, toned body molded against her plush, doughy fat. She pulled her lips away from his and held his head with one hand, stroking his cheek with her thumb.

“You've done very well, young Virilus,” she whispered to him. “I feel my belly growing heavy with your seed already. The harvest will be good this year.”

“I thank you, my goddess,” said Virilus. “It is an honor to pleasure you.”

He lowered his head to her chest, and she kissed the top of his head. They remained like that for the rest of the night, with Virilus buried inside of Lushia's body, to keep them close and ensure the seeds would take root.

And they did, even better than expected. Typically the goddess would conceive one child, but Lushia had conceived four, and Prolifica blessed Sonsein with a harvest unlike any they had ever seen. The fields were overflowing with grain, the bushes and trees were heavy with fruit—and every woman in the village who had chosen to grow pregnant did so beautifully, growing soft and plump and heavy just as Lushia had, and birthing babies that were healthier and stronger than any the village had seen.

For his bounteous seed, Virilus was exalted as a lesser god by the villagers, and the women of Prolifica's temple invited him to stay to nourish the goddesses for years to come. Prolifica was greatly pleased, and the land of Sonsein never saw a barren harvest again.