Date: Sun, 4 Mar 2012 05:47:23 -0800 (PST) From: John Jacobs Subject: Demon's Mate, Chapter 6 "Gram, may I join you?" Clarin asked from beside me. I hadn't even seen the older demon approach. Nodding, I barely spared him a glance as I slid along the bench to make room. My gaze was focused intensely on the sands before us and I was loath to look elsewhere, even to my good friend. Arath stood on the sands of the practice ring, tall and strong in the afternoon light. Even without his armor he was the personification of the warrior. Amelia, our child, mewled unhappily in my arms and I snuggled her tighter to my chest, coaxing her back to napping. The soft protuberances of her nascent horns rubbed against my right pectoral as her sire stretched and swung his sword. Without looking away from him I used the thumbnail of my left hand to draw a cut beside my nipple so that she could feed. It was an action of long practice as I had done it many times since her birth more than five years before. "She grows strong," Clarin commented. Like all Urkhu children she was slow to develop, still a baby to be held and in need of constant care. She fed off my blood and that of my mates. For the moment I let her feed happily from my chest. "I long for the day she will be able to walk on her own," I told Clarin. "You say that now," he chuckled. "But you will miss it when the time comes." It was a sentiment I'd heard from various Brood Mates so many times since Amelia's birth that I barely paid attention to it any longer. Though, in truth, she was already eating some solid food and the thought of her no longer taking sustenance from my body was both frightening and heartbreaking. It had been a moment much like this that had thrown me into my first heat. The Elders had dug through the scrolls and found the last human taken as a mate to a demon had gone into heat early and frequently. I knew to expect it but was still taken by surprise. I'd been watching Arath practice his swordplay with another of the Warriors. His muscles flexed and moved in the sunlight as they battled. His power and grace were stunning. I'd become aroused by the sight, only the familiar hunger had a keen edge to it. An edge that left me nearly senseless with need. That first heat passed in a blur of wild abandonment. Two days later I came to my senses having been bred almost continually by my mate and his beasts. It took the seed of all three to reproduce and now the fruit of their labors lay sleeping in my arms. Gratefully I held her close and watched Arath prepare for battle. A party of Darvan raiders had been captured along the coast. The Darvan clan ruled a number of islands far to the south. Arath and his Warriors had responded to a call for help from the Urkhu garrison at the shore. The surviving Darvan demons were brought to the capital city for questioning and death. In exchange for answering their interrogators the Darvan were promised an honorable death in the practice ring. All but one had already died at the hands of the Warriors though the last, the leader of the raiding party, was to fight Arath. Arath nodded to the side and his opponent was led onto the sands. The Darvan, like all his race, appeared to me as a monstrosity. An ugly fish-like creature given powerful arms and legs from its gray dappled body, it was gigantic with a wide mouth containing rows of sharp teeth. It was given a sword once unshackled and faced off against my mate. I didn't doubt my mate's abilities but a shiver of unease set the fine hairs of my arms and neck to standing. The Darvan demon did not hesitate and immediately charged Arath. Ballon sitting at my feet to watch emitted a soft growl as the two demons locked together. Arath repulsed the attack, shoving the other demon away. The Darvan turned and met Arath with a flurry of blows that my mate matched and blocked. It became apparent that Arath was toying with the other demon, letting him spend his energy uselessly. He raised his sword, a weapon I had crafted for him, and used the flat of it to sweep the Darvan's legs from under it. At the same time he pushed it over and it fell with a resounding thud onto the sand. Arath backed away and let it find its feet. The moment it became clear that the Darvan realized what Arath was doing my mate struck. His sword flashed as he drove it into the other demon's neck and down into its chest. The demon was dead before its body collapsed to the sand. Arath pulled his sword free, a plain sword by Urkhu standards but lovingly crafted by me. I trusted the strength of the weapon I had forged with my own hands and Arath loved it despite its lack of adornment. I rose with the other clan members as they stood and clapped for my mate's victory. He bowed once and rose, his eyes searching for me among the gathered Urkhu. Our eyes met and along with the relief that my mate had survived the match I felt a low throb of lust in my gut. Arath looked so proud and virile standing over the body of his slain foe. His smooth tanned skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat from the exertion of the fight, his chest heaving and muscles tensed. He must have read my desire in my eyes. A knowing smirk formed on his lips and my cunt throbbed, excreting juices. "Give me the babe," Clarin said. His words broke me from my reverie and I turned to him, having forgotten he was there. "Come now, I can smell your arousal. I'll watch the child while you are, um, occupied with your mate." With a nod of thanks I handed the sleeping infant to Clarin. Thankfully my daughter was used to the noise of the forge and so she had slept through the battle and applause that followed it. I turned to find Arath nearly to my side. He barely paused in his stride as he managed to lift me and carry me from the crowd. I wrapped my legs around him and held onto his broad shoulders. I probably weighed more than him, my work in the forge over the years having enhanced my body, and was amazed that he could lift me with such ease. It made my desire for him stronger like a spreading pool of heat in my belly and hungry cunt. I felt his cock dropping and growing hard against my ass as it grew beyond the confines of his simple breechclout. I was naked as I always was inside the walls of the keep so it was easy to use my tail to bring his hard cock into position and let it fill me as he entered the corridor to our chambers. "Please, my mate," I whispered into the skin of his neck. He paused only long enough to take firm hold of my ass and let his long and thick cock sink into me. I let my head fall back and groaned with pleasure. Twining my tail around his strong body I leaned forward to devour his mouth with mine. A tremor shook him as I pushed my tongue between his lips. He growled from deep in his chest and strode to the door of our chambers making his cock jostle and move within me. Somehow he managed to open the door and close it all while my mouth covered his. In one move he squatted and pulled me up, ripping his cock from my grasping cunt, and threw me onto the bed. I landed on my side and rolled to the middle. I opened my arms and legs to the demon who was already following me. My cock throbbed at the sight of him, my powerful mate so intent with lust. I spread my legs wider and opened to his view before rubbing two fingers over the quaking opening to my passage. Had I not known him so well the look of desperate hunger on his face might have scared me. As it was his look only made me long to be filled by his cock once again. He settled on his knees before me and watched me finger my open cunt. "You enjoyed watching me vanquish the Darvan raider?" he asked in a deep voice. "Yes, my Lord." I fingered my ass shamelessly, trying to entice him. "I could smell your cunt juices from the practice ring." His eyes flicked from my opening to mine with a lascivious smile. "Yes. Now," I said and grabbed his cock just behind the wide head. "Now I would have you vanquish me with this sword, my mate." "And if I wished to ravage you? To split your cunt open and fuck you until you beg for my mercy?" "Yes, Arath," I hissed and could not keep from plunging my fingers deep into my wet cunt. He jumped into action, lifting my legs by the ankles and plunging his cock to the very base into my ass. I howled at the invasion and raked my nails over the skin of his broad shoulders. His knees spread and he pulled me into the cradle of his thighs, fixing me onto the end of his mighty cock. Leaning forward he placed my legs over his shoulders and settled his weight onto me, bending me in half. He fucked me hard as he held me beneath him using short strokes of his cock to hammer the head at the deep parts of my flexing channel. He made me scream and moan for him, call out his name. My mate knew how to fuck me, how to get what he wanted from me, and I fell apart under the onslaught of his driving cock. My first orgasm washed through me with force. Arath kept up his heavy thrusting throughout until I thought I would go mad as more and more of my essence spewed from the tip of my cock. "I am not nearly done with you yet, little mate." I whimpered in anticipation as he withdrew and rolled me onto my stomach. With the ease of experience he drew me up onto my knees. "I promised to make you beg for mercy yet you still beg for more of my cock, Gram." With those words he mounted me. "Arath!" I groaned out as he pierced me. He collapsed over my back and held me tight. "In truth it is one of the things I love best about you, my mate. That you always want more," he told me while grinding his cock deep into my widespread cunt. "Always," I promised breathlessly. When I had carried Amelia and just after her birth I had assumed I would lose some of the sensation I felt while filled with one of my mates' cocks. Just the opposite was true. I'd been in the forge, repairing the intricate clasps of an unused set of armor, when I'd felt a shift inside. Later I would realize it was the baby dropping from the womb. Immediately I felt the strongest urge to vacate my bowels. I had been well into the second year of carrying the child and knew what to expect though it was still terrifying. I squatted beside the work area and reached down to catch my daughter as I pushed. Like taking a really hard shit she fell into my hands after only a moment, head first and hooves last. Master Tarin, the head smith, cut the umbilical cord after I'd called out to him. A week later I was back to servicing my mates and if anything found my cunt to be more sensitive. Held tightly in Arath's strong arms, his massive cock throbbing inside my cunt, wet with his seed and my arousal, I had barely finished my climax. Using an underhanded grip Arath pulled my body into his and bit into the muscle of my shoulder as he forced every possible inch of his cock into my cunt. I could feel the tension in him and knew he would not last much longer. Slyly I clenched and massaged his cock with hidden muscles with my eyes closed, savoring the fullness within. "Greedy cunt," he growled into my ear. The sound of anger and possession in his words made me clench all the harder around him. He released my shoulders enough to pull back and with a mighty snap of his hips he impaled me brutally. "Yes, Arath! Again!" Easing up from my body he placed his hands firmly on my lower back just above my ass. With his great strength he pressed down, forcing me to arch my back and surrender my cunt to him. I spread my legs wider as he leaned over me, his knees barely touching the bed, and flexed his hips to punch his cock hard into my swollen cunt. His hips rebounded off my ass cheeks as he set a fast pace. His sweaty male scent assailed my senses and caused the banked heat of climax to bloom through my blood. The hard friction of his massive cock, working so deeply within me, left me teetering on the verge of another orgasm as he fucked me brutally. Even in the midst of my pleasure I said a silent prayer to the gods for my mate. In that fashion Arath fucked me with all the fury of one of his beasts. I opened and gladly accepted each thrusting punch of his mighty, virile demonhood. I spilt my seed onto the sheets only moments before my mate, both of us shouting to the heavens. With all the strength sapped from my body I collapsed onto the sodden bedding, Arath's body still atop mine. He held me in his arms as the last of his seed drained into me and whispered gently of his love for me. I felt our love like a cloak surrounding me as surely as Arath's warrior body did at that moment. "Gram, you should come view more of the Warriors' practices," he murmured into my ear. "Then we would spend all the rest of the day in this bed," I replied. "Would that be so terrible?" he asked and I could hear the smirk in his voice. Chuckling I stretched my limbs and tested the rigidity of his member with my cunt muscles. "Really, though," he continued after a moment in a serious tone, "it was not long ago we used to sneak in here two or three times a day before going to bed." "Only because you were so oddly lustful when I was carrying Amelia," I told him as I rolled out from under him. "I cannot lie – seeing you growing round with my child made me..." "Extremely randy," I finished for him. "You and your beasts." He rolled me onto my back and captured to mouth with his. "Yes," he told me when he'd had his fill of my mouth. "I am very happy that you will breed often. It is a second blessing beyond just finding you in the first place. I would see your belly round with my offspring frequently." He laid a possessive hand over the ridged muscles of my stomach. I couldn't help but smile fondly at my mate. "Speaking of your offspring," I said. "I should go and save Clarin from Amelia." "I will go," he said and leaned down for one more deep kiss. Before I could object he told me, "At any rate I sense Ballon and Buson coming to satisfy their desires now I am done." And I would have protested more except that I was certain he could smell the fresh juices of my cunt at his words. I laid back to await my mate's beasts while he left to fetch our daughter. The next morning I lingered over breakfast in the dining hall. I was feeling worn out after the active fucking with my mates the day before. At length I gathered Amelia and went to the Brood Mate practice ring. All of us trained every day, just as the Warriors did, though we trained in the fast and most basic ways of killing outside of the battlefield. Amelia was the youngest of the Urkhu children by many years and the others were glad to care for her while I took my turn in the ring. Later I took Amelia to the forge to speak with Master Tarin. Normally I would have worked but I was already engaged to meet Arath. My daughter went happily into the elder demon's arms while we shared a drink. The former Warrior and master smith doted on her as she tugged at his horns. As noon approached I brought Amelia to the hall. When her eyes locked onto her sire she squealed and held out her arms to him. Laughing, he retrieved her and lifted her high. The baby screamed in delight. Her golden hair, the only physical attribute I could say surely she had inherited from me, glinted in the sun from the open windows. "I will see you both soon," I told my mate and my daughter. I kissed each on the cheek and left them to join the small group of Brood Mates awaiting me. We were taking the heads of the dead Darvan raiders to the temple in offering to the gods, those of us whose mates had slain a Darvan. We left the hall and gathered the heads from the yard. As was customary we each tied a slip of cloth around our hips in preparation of leaving the keep. We passed out into the city and approached the nearby temple. Since joining the clan I had been to the temple of the gods many times. It was located just down the main thoroughfare from the keep itself and the journey was a short one. Inside the temple we were greeted by the Initiates, twelve for each of the main gods, and escorted to the chapel of the Unnamed God. Each of the gods was said to have created one each of the twelve demon clans and the Unnamed God himself created the Urkhu so was most revered by them. In the chapel we placed a head each upon golden platters that were awaiting us and given time to pray and give thanks. Humbly, I knelt and sent a silent prayer to the god for protecting my mate and ensuring his victory over the Darvan leader. All humans worshipped the demons' gods but in different ways though their names were the same. The Unnamed God of the Urkhu was a god of war and so I gave thanks to him for protecting Arath with my eyes closed in a posture of penance on my knees. I heard the gentle murmur of the other Brood Mates as they prayed beside me, alone in the chapel. I knew that elsewhere in the temple demons and humans made offerings and said prayers to the other gods. From overhead the bells of the temple were rung for midday and their deep resonance focused my mind even as I felt my body relax. As the sound faded the dying echoes reminded me of a light rain hitting the earth. I even imagined I could feel the drops of warm water on my skin. In the moment that I realized I was truly feeling the rain, not just imaging it, I opened my eyes to discover I was no longer in the temple at all. I knelt upon a field of lush grass, a flat plain that stretched for miles in every direction. I was in the middle of three old-growth trees, the only feature to break the monotony of the plain. I rose to my feet and felt the warm rain falling upon me as I looked up into the branches of the pine, oak and ash trees. I realized I was naked but the temperature of the water and air was enough to make it unimportant. I wondered if I'd fallen asleep in the temple and passed through one of the demons' portals without knowing it. "You wonder where you are, Gram?" I spun at the sound of the deep voice to find a demon behind me, leaning casually against the trunk of the oak tree. He looked like one of the Urkhu but so different that I could not classify him as part of my clan. He was much taller than any Urkhu I'd seen but he had the same body shape and musculature with the tan skin. Below his knees to his hooves he had a pelt of fine black hair like one of the steeds and unlike the Urkhu who were mostly hairless. Like me, a once-human male, the rest of his body was covered in curling black hair except his upper arms, sides and back but he had no beard. His horns were not the short pointed curves but arched far out from his forehead and swept sharply back to fine points a hands-span from the back of his skull. His hair was lush and dark, falling to his shoulders. "You are safe here," he said as he pushed off the tree and came to stand before me. His eyes were jet black, like the Urkhu, which I found intensely hard to read. No emotion showed through from their obsidian depths. "Where am I?" was the only thing I could think to say. My eyes roamed over his naked, powerful body. I noted a tail swaying behind him with a series of sharp, small horns lining the end of it that looked like thorns. A thickly sheathed cock hung heavily from the riot of black hair at his middle over a pair of massive balls, the sheathe itself covered in the curling hair. "Does it matter, Gram?" He smiled at me as I pondered his question. He didn't have the teeth of an Urkhu or human but long, slightly yellowed fangs. However he appeared I didn't feel threatened by him in any way. "How do you know my name?" I asked him. "Do you not know mine?" he asked in return with a knowing smirk. "You are the Unnamed God," I said and felt the certainty of it in my bones. "Yes, mate of Arath, that is one of my names." I felt a sense of vertigo as I took in the form of the god, unbelieving that he could appear to me of all beings. "Sit and be easy, Gram, for we have much to discuss." He gestured behind me and I turned to find a bench of earth and grass had risen from the ground. Gladly I sat upon it and watched as a throne of living wood emerged from the oak tree. The god sat as well. "Why have you brought me here?" I asked him, despite feeling the impertinence of questioning a god. "I have watched over you since before you were born. It was my hand that has shaped the direction of your life with subtle manipulation. I guided your father to your mother then brought her to the lands of the Urkhu. Gently I plucked at the strings of fate to bring you and Arath together." His dark eyes bored into me as he spoke and still the warm rain fell upon me. "Why, though? Why would you care about my destiny or do you care for the fates of all men and demons?" "Yours is special to me, Gram, and I will tell you why. This place," he said and gestured with an open hand to the field around us, "is a place of creation. We demon gods are not the true god, not as you would imagine us to be. We are beings like any other but with great wisdom and power. The true God is here, in the rain and the earth. This is where we created each of the clans, where I made the first of the Urkhu." What he was telling me was blasphemy of the highest order and yet I believed him. "The humans were not created by us and we know not where they came from. A small group at first but they breed and multiply quickly. Such odd creatures with free will like the clans we created yet weak and short-lived. Perhaps the true God created you but that is beside the point. Even now, in other lands, your people plan and prepare to take dominion from the clans. I have predicted that the humans will succeed and one day this world will belong to them. That is why you are here." "I don't understand." The Unnamed God nodded and shifted in his throne at my words. "There is something I want from you and a thing which you greatly desire that I would give in return. However you must give consent, especially in this place, of your own free will." "There is nothing I want or need for, Lord God," I stumbled over the words for I did not know what to call him. "My mate and clan provide all." "Yet there is one thing you wish for with all your heart, Gram. Search it now and tell me what it is for I already know." I studied the god and could think of no single material thing I wanted for. That was when I realized what he had been speaking of. "You could do such a thing?" I questioned him. "You could guarantee that my mate would be forever by my side? That he would never fall in battle?" It was the only thing that weighed upon me as I couldn't imagine life without Arath. "He and his beasts as well. I would watch over and protect them until the time for all of you in this realm is at an end." A shudder passed through my body at the idea of having such a promise. In that second I knew that I would agree to whatever bargain the demon god required. His predatory smile seemed to say that he knew this. He spread his legs and leaned back, huge cock and balls resting on the seat of the throne for my view. "What do you wish of me?" I asked and tried not to stare at the majesty of his prick. "You will mate with me in this place. I will plant my seed in your fertile womb and you will bear my child. But you will not carry him alone for after I have bred you I shall return you to your home. You will fall into your second heat and you will be bred by your mates. You shall carry the two children, twin brothers, though they will not really be twins. When they come of age they will be mated, my child to Arath's. They will change the fate of the Urkhu and their offspring will usher the clan into the age of man. You must understand, Gram, that I seek only to ensure the survival of my children." "But I can't...," I began to say. The import of his words only barely registered with me as I could not imagine betraying my mate. "Your mate would not consider it betrayal," he told me as if reading my mind. "Arath would consider it an honor and a blessing. He will love and care for both children as his own." "You can't know that," I feebly protested. He stood and stepped closer to me, the throne dissolving back into the tree. "I do know this. I know your mate well, as well as I know you, human." His cock began to drop as he spoke, falling to below his knees before growing hard. "I believe I would not even need the promise of protecting your mates to make you desire the breeding I will give you." "No," I sighed. I could not look away from the hugely massive cock as it grew tumescent. Longer than my reach and thicker than the forge-hardened muscles of my upper arm it stood out proudly from his body. The hair of his body growing more than halfway along the shaft from the dense patch at the base it thinned to nothing. The gigantic head was clearly outlined beneath the cowl of his foreskin, larger than my fisted hand. The sight struck me with awe, fear and lust. "Yes, Gram. I know how you long to be breached and fucked, made to submit before being filled with the seed of the one who would possess you. You have the heart of a bitch in perpetual heat," his deep voice intoned. "No," I gasped, begging. He stepped closer with the bobbing cock preceding him. It was twined with thick veins and ridges that flowed down the shaft, visible even under the curling black hair growing up from the hilt. "It's the mating... I can't help it," I tried to deny his accusations. "When you fucked the smith's boy did you not dream that it was the man himself doing the same to you? When you see your friend Clarin being courted by the unmated demons do you not wish it was you taking them to your bed? Being fucked by an endless line of demons and beasts?" I gasped in response, fearful of the way he could see into my deepest secrets and read my hidden desires. "Touch it," he commanded. I couldn't stop myself as I reached out and gripped the throbbing monstrosity, my hand barely encompassing half of the terrible girth. It burned with heat as I pulled back on the skin to bare the head. I revealed the dome and behind the flare of the corona clumps of off-white smegma. The smell hit me with the force of a mighty blow, potent and indescribably male. It smelled of sulfur and the pungency of aged cum and piss. A bolt of lust shot through me. "There is a reason why Arath is the Warrior and you are the Brood Mate," the Unnamed God said. The words barely registered as the scent of his unwashed cock swept through me. "Anoint your cunt with it," he commanded and I knew what he wanted me to do. I touched a finger to the buildup of greasy cockcheese. I had no memory of falling to my knees before him but I had. I reached back and smeared my cunt with the near-foul substance. The tight knot of muscle pulsed and flared open, wide as though I'd spent a night being fucked by my mate and his beasts. Cunt juices dripped freely from within me and I looked up to meet his black eyes. "Arath has told you many times, the mating changed your body but not your nature. You, Gram, could never love a male as your equal, only one who could command you. You may be a father, a warrior, a man but at your base level you will always be a hole waiting to be filled. That is what makes you the perfect mate to the most powerful of my descendants." His clawed hands sifted tenderly through my golden hair as he spoke. "And it is why I have guided fate so that you could carry the saviors of the same." My eyes on his, I reached out and took more of the potent smegma onto my fingers. I plunged them into my open cunt to smear the substance inside me. It was like fire as the blood rushed into membranes and tissues, engorging them and making me ripe for his taking. Moaning I spun around and settled onto hands and knees, an animal waiting to be mounted, with my ass vulnerable and presented for him. "Then take me, Unnamed God, and fill me," I cried. It was as much of an admission I could make that he was right. "Though your cock is so large I believe it will kill me I desire it greatly." "It may feel as though you are dying but I made this flesh and I would not make it more than you can take... though it may be a close thing." I could not reply only panting for breath. My body burned as though in heat and my aching cunt throbbed with need, lubricating juices now pouring out of me. "You must give consent," he reminded me. "Yes, please, anything. I need you now! You have not only my consent but my desire, demon god." A deep, rumbling growl was his only response. I watched from over my shoulder as he squatted down behind me, several paces behind me, and felt the heat of the god's cock at my entrance. I trembled in need and fear but could not look away from his powerful and hairy body. The god clasped my hips and I felt the pressure begin that would bring him inside me. I breathed deeply and practiced all those things I knew to do which might ease his entry but even the thinnest part of his cock was much wider than the knot of Ballon's cock when fully swollen. Slowly he pierced me and I screamed my pain until the head had passed completely into me. It was worse even than the birth of Amelia. I let my head hang and tried to breathe as the pain and pleasure tore at me. The god hobbled forward as his giant phallus filled me and took up residence beneath my back bone. On and on it came, unceasing and reaching deeper. I wanted to beg him to stop to relent, even if for a moment, but could not form the words. My fingers dug into the soft green grass, into the wet soil beneath. The warm rain still fell soothingly on my back, running through my hair and off the tip of my nose. With one last shunt my body gave way with an inner crack. His hairy loins rested against my upturned ass, huge and bloated testicles pressing firmly against the backs of my thighs. I felt as though I might burst, the seams of my body coming undone in a second of destruction, yet it did not happen. I tried in vain to squeeze around him but the muscles of my cunt were taxed to the very limits of my body's endurance. With a slow roll of his hips he moved within me and grunted in satisfaction. The move left me whimpering in high pitched cadence. "A moment and you will be ready for me," the god's voice heaved. I was grateful to hear I was not the only one affected by our mating. "I fear I will never be ready," I choked out. I felt the hairy heat of his body cover mine. With one arm he supported himself and wrapped me tight with the other. As much of our flesh as could touch came into stunning, brilliant contact. I breathed deeply and caught the first scent of him and he smelled vaguely of Arath and the beasts, a combined smell that left me dizzy with desire. My body eased in his hold and a tiny portion of the terrible pain faded away. I became aware of my painfully hard cock tapping against the ridges of my abdominal muscles. "I will show you," he said and began a rocking motion with his hips. The great cock barely moved within me and yet I felt drowned in sensation. Pain and pleasure like twined serpents slithered through my body and mind. Mind-numbing pleasure and sweet pain racked me. The god's cock moved through me faster and with greater length with each movement. The unbearably stretched confines of my cunt became sensitive to every tiny form of his cock. The god held me in place as the movement of his cock rocked my body. Deeper still he fucked me so that it seemed like minutes passed as he would withdraw and plunge forward. My throat felt shredded with the noises I was creating but I couldn't hear them, couldn't even think. My cock constantly shot warm bursts of seed onto the ground. The pleasure grew and multiplied until it became all that I knew. Even the warm rain faded away. Truly I became what the god had said, a hole needing to be filled. I didn't awake from the rapturous trance until I felt the aching cavity left in my body absent the god's cock. I looked up into the grey sky and saw the Unnamed God on his knees before me. I was somehow on my back. His cock throbbed over me, wet with cunt juices and pink with what must have been my blood. I wrapped my arms around it and hugged it close to my body, reveling in the feel of its steel hard width. "Please," my plea came through my sore throat. "I would see your face when I put my child into you," the god said. There was nothing I wanted more though I'd reached my own completion many times. The god grasped my ankles and drew my legs up. He had to stand then bend over me to fit his cock into place. As he pushed it into my sore cunt he lowered himself to his knees. When I was fully impaled upon the enormous godhood we both gave a sigh of completion. He put my heels against his armpits and leaned over me. The bulk of his body blocked the rain from my eyes as my knees were forced back to my chest. I reached up and held onto his shoulders. "Now, my god." "Yes," he said, smiling kindly. His hips set up the ages-old rhythm and his long cock began moving within. From the first stroke I was spewing seed once again. The pleasure was unimaginable, agonizing. I held onto him firmly and tried in vain to not let it sweep me way. It was too much to bear. I closed my eyes and let all thoughts fall away to the pounding cadence of his loins slapping against my ass. I came to at a mighty shout and felt the first of his seed spurting within me. It was hot and copious. I came with each heated shot into my full cunt. The seed filled me and backed out in gushes from my ravaged cunt-lips. My belly became distended and bloated with it. Just when I thought I would die from it the flow eased off. The Unnamed God knocked my feet away and I let them fall wide open as he collapsed atop me. The cool grass felt good against my back as I tried to wind my arms around his immensely broad shoulders. Rivulets of my own seed poured out from between our torsos. "It has been millennia since I have made myself flesh," he spoke against the top of my head. "Longer still since I have felt the pleasures of it. I forgot how sublime it could be." He raised up onto his forearms to see me. "I have heard your soul, Gram, but to touch it? You remind me what it means to be divine." "Then you enjoyed it?" I asked tentatively. Through sheer will I forced myself to stay awake and focus upon the god. "Oh yes. I find myself... covetous of that which I have provided to your mate." I had no idea what to say to that so I said, "I think you have ruined me for my mate." It was truth for I knew once he withdrew his cock I would be miserable. "No, you will leave this place healed and whole. That kind of pleasure cannot be borne often by you or even one of my kind. I will offer you a boon, though, for I desire you yet. Come to the temple in a year's time. Every year. Your mate will not like it but if you tell him I command it he will not speak against it. Would you do that, human?" "I would be honored, god, to feel the might of your cock again." "Call me Hofsri, Gram. It is my true name. Call me if you are ever in dire need else I shall see you in a year. I find myself anxious to fuck you while your belly is round with the fruit of my seed." Indeed he must have been as I felt his cock jolt inside me. "Yes, Hofsri, I promise it. But what happens now?" "Now you will sleep and rest. When you wake you will find yourself back in your realm." "Yes, I miss my mates," I said on a jaw-cracking yawn. "And perhaps one day you will miss me when we are not together," the god murmured as his hand passed over my face. It was the last moment of the encounter I would remember. I awoke upon the grass but the rain was now cold. As my mind and my eyes focused I realized that it was early morning and I was in the grassed area of the keep. More importantly I was outside the covered doorway of my own chambers. I stood and walked toward the opening only to see it pushed back and Buson striding from within. He was followed immediately by Arath and Ballon. "Where have you been?" my mate called out. He strode out to me and lifted me into his arms to carry me inside. "I could not find you nor even sense you through our mating bond. Are you well?" "I'm fine, Arath. Let me walk," I chided him. In fact I felt perfectly healthy, even my cunt which should have been yawning open like a cavern seemed normal. "What is that scent on you?" he asked as he swept me through the curtain toward the bed. "We have much to discuss, Arath, but I must first tell you that I love you and missed you." The rest could wait but for one thing. "Now where is my daughter?" The End