Seeking The Goddess' Blessing WIP (Original Work) (Patreon)

(This is something I was inspired to do recently and I think it turned out pretty well. I might do more like this more often as the weekly writing's and just come up with various Gods and Goddesses. I hope those of you that read it enjoy the read and the change of story type)


 

Heavy and exhausting breaths left a young man’s lips as he walked through dirt, brush, and overgrown trees to make his way toward his Goddess’ safe haven. The young man had been unable to bless his wife with a child and the young couple knew that it was his fault. No one else in the village had been undergoing this problem, but they knew his father was in a similar situation in his youth. So, with his wife’s blessing, nothing but the clothes on his back, and a goal in mind to be able to bless his lover with a child, the young man made his way toward the Goddess of Fertility’s sanctuary.

When his feet came down onto the smooth concrete that separated from the dirt path he had traveled on, the hopeful husband fell to his knees and let out a heavy sigh of relief. Without the knowledge of just what time in the day it was, all he could do was let out a quiet and inaudible thank you like the sounds of footsteps approached him. The moment he rose his head, the husband was greeted with the most beautiful sight that had ever fallen upon him.

The Goddess’ golden-eyes priestess, Gwyndolla, taking the name of the Fertility Goddess as part of her duties, approached him with a gentle smile on her lips. Glistening mocha skin covered by a thin white cloth that barely covered the priestess' large breasts. Long and shimmering white hair that reached down to her waist and flowed behind her as she walked. Another cloth hung from her hips to covered her pussy. Though, it failed to cover the clear liquid that shined against her chocolate thighs. It appeared as though he was not her only visitor today despite not having seen anyone on his way here or even anyone around right now. "P-Priestess... I beg for your forgiveness if I had interrupted someone else's time of worship."

"Do not worry, wayward child. I understand why you assume such a thing. I have been alone all day, leaving myself the time to enjoy our Goddess's presence." A gentle and welcoming voice left the scantily dressed woman's brown lips, a smile quickly coming to them. “May I assume that you are here to receive her blessing?" That gentle voice let out an equally gentle giggle as the priestess got onto one knee in front of the man before her, holding a hand out toward the husband before her and spotting the small shimmer of gold on his fair-skinned finger. “A married man, are we? Are you hoping to receive Her blessing in hopes of bearing a child?”

Hearing the gorgeous woman’s voice, the young man dropped his head back toward the ground and slowly nodded. When asked just why he was here, he couldn't help but feel shame and embarrassment at the same moment. “I-I am unable to bless my wife with a child… We have thought about… Allowing another to bless us as a couple, but-”

“There is no need to tell me details that embarrass you, Fair Child.” Gwyndolla slowly dragged her tongue along her lips as she placed both of her hands onto the ground before him. She placed a soft and loving kiss onto his forehead before rising to her feet. “You are more than welcome in our Goddess, Gwyndolla’s, home! She welcomes all who need her help and even those that are mistaken but feel better with her blessing anyway. And she even allows those like me who just revere in her presence and believe in her in every way.” A sharp breath slipped between the dark-skinned woman’s lips as she snapped her fingers to gain the man’s attention.

“However. Clothing such as your own is forbidden in her domain.” When she saw the confused look on the husband’s face, she waved her hand in the air, realizing just how her phrasing seemed to come about. “I-It is not a problem or frowned upon to be dressed in her domain, but wearing clothing that isn’t… flexible or easy to move only hinders her granting her blessing to those that need it.” Gwyndolla watched as the man slowly rose to his feet and nodded in acknowledgment of the rule. “You are free to wear nothing or free to keep your clothing on until the ritual begins. The choice is yours.”

The young man looked around him as the priestess stood there and gazed at him. He was able to see three statues of their Goddess in the area. One in a pool of water that appeared to be bubbling and steaming from what he could see. Another carved into the wall of what appeared to be a small bedroom. And the final one at the entrance only a few steps toward his right. All of them looked exactly like the woman that stood before him with an almost everlasting sense of joy. “I-I shall disrobe completely if it would please Her Holiness.”

There wasn’t a single moment wasted as he began to undress himself. In just a matter of seconds, Gwyndolla was gifted with the sight of the man’s well-sculpted figure and his impressive shaft that hung between his legs. It wasn’t the biggest she had ever seen or blessed in her time serving under the Goddess, but it was definitely one that she knew his wife had to cherish. “If I may say… With your physique, you must be someone who does manual labor to earn your living.”

The few steps it took her to approach him allowed the young husband to see the sway of her hips, the light bounce of her breasts, and the cloth she was wearing shift with each step she took. Right away, it was enough to make him feel his blood start to flow into his member. But he made no attempt to cover up and hide himself as her gentle fingers dragged along the barely formed abs in his chest. He could feel her waiting on his answer as her lips shortened the distance to his own. “Y-You would be correct, Priestess. I am a homemaker, building houses and workplaces for those that need it. I even have the pride to say I built my future family's home…” At that moment, sadness filled his voice as he turned to look away from the dark-skinned woman that slowly wrapped an arm around his neck. “... If I can bless my wife with child.”

Placing a loving kiss onto the man’s neck, Gwyndolla nodded her head and grabbed onto one of the young husband’s hands. “Do not worry. Our Goddess will be sure to grant such a caring man his wish and bear your wife with as many children as you two could desire. But first!” her soft brown lips curled into a smile before she turned around and began to lead the man toward the bubbling pool of water that he spotted earlier. “We must clean you of the impure semen you are trying to bless your wife with. Come with me.”

As the two walked together, the hopeful husband could see the light bounce and obvious jiggle that the mocha booty had with each step Gwyndolla took. It was a sight to behold, if nothing else. It captured his attention and kept it far more than his own wife’s perky but firm rear end ever could. He adored his wife’s body more than anything in the world other than their love, but the knowledge that this priestess was charming and seducing him just by walking was enough to make him feel just a speck of shame as she stepped into the water without any concern. A sharp gasp escaped his lips as his foot entered the water as well, not having expected it to be such a perfect temperature to be hot and soothing but not burning. “Priestess… I… I do not know what to say. You have allowed me into your home, our Goddess’s domain, and you offer to help me bless my wife with the children we desire.”

“Do not concern yourself with such things, child. The ritual I will perform to cleanse you is one that our Goddess is known for. It is one that will have you torn between wanting to stay here with me and wanting your wife to perform the same acts at home.” As she let go of the young husband’s hand, the white cloth that covered Gwyndolla’s body immediately began to become see-through due to the water. It allowed him to see her already erect nipples poking against the cloth and the wet slit she had between her legs. Even her shining white hair rested on the water’s surface for a moment as she looked at the man in the eyes. “From this point on, there is no going back. But allow me to warn you. If you leave and have the desire to come back for any reason other than to receive our Goddess’ blessing… Nothing will be here for you.”

After a moment of silence, the young husband took a deep breath and nodded his head. He needed to steal his heart and do this for his wife, his future, and the children he so dearly wanted to cherish and treasure. Nothing would tear him from his wife unless it was of such importance as this. “I would never leave my wife for any reason. I would never commit such adulterous acts as this if it were not for our well being as a family.”

A small smile came to Gwyndolla’s lips as she listened to the married man in front of her steal his heart. It warmed her heart to know that men like this were still out there. She had been so disappointed lately that it was rare for anyone to visit her, and those that tried to were unable to find her due to only wanting her body and not their Goddess’ blessing. But to see this man so readily abandon a portion of his vows just to make sure that he and his wife could have a proper future together? It was almost inspiring in its own way. When he finished speaking to himself, Gwyndolla didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around his neck, seeing a newfound look on confidence on his face. “Are you ready, Fair Child, to receive Her blessing and bless your wife with a child when you make your way back home?”

“I am, Priestess. Whenever you are ready to start the ritual, I am yours to lead.” The young husband graciously accepted the sudden kiss that was planted on his lips. There was no possible way to deny just how alluringly and addictingly soft the priestess’ lips were, especially as she pressed herself against the young man’s body and allowed him to finally feel just how pillowy her breasts were against his skin. With something equally soft pressing against his body, the hopeful husband couldn’t hide the quiet moan that rose up from his lips as a result of her touch.

However, the moment that she pulled away from his body, Gwyndolla allowed the fabric that barely covered her body to drop down into the bubbling water. She ignored the fact that all of it floated away due to the current and the bubbles as she placed both of her hands against the young man’s hips. She pushed him back just enough for him to be able to sit on the edge of the pool of water, loving the way his cock seemed to spring out from the water when he sat down on the edge. “I admire your determination, young man. Not everyone would go this far for their loved ones…”

Gwyndolla paused just long enough to bring her hands together around the fair child’s throbbing member, a soft smile on her lips as she looked up at him. “May our great Goddess of Fertility allow me the power to rid you of this impure semen that resides within you.” As she closed her eyes, the priestess moved one of her hands down toward the man’s full and heavy balls while the other remained wrapped around his shaft. Without a single second of hesitation, she began to stroke the impressive member that hung in her face. “And may She feel the power and pleasure of your love and determination for herself through me.”

Despite the heavenly, gentle, and illustrious tone that came from those soft lips, the young man could feel all ten of the woman’s fingers massaging his sack and shaft. Almost immediately, a low groan of pleasure rumbled in his throat as he could feel a sense of bliss rise up through his body. It was gentle, almost unnoticeable, and exactly the perfect way to start a ritual such as this. Even as her tongue joined the mix and swirled around the head of his length, something about the way Gwyndolla conducted herself made it seem like she was perfectly suited for this task.

And that was something that Gwyndolla knew all too well. As her shimmering white hair rested against the water’s surface and her dark, perky, and bountiful rear end rose just above it, she used her years of experience in this ritual to start earning ever drop of semen this married man carried inside of him. The way his member throbbed in her hand, the way his sack twitched and tensed up almost immediately and the slightly bitter taste that coated her tongue allowed her to know just how quick of a shot this fair child might be.

However, as she took the first few inches of the impressive member past her lips and into her mouth, Gwyndolla was quickly proven wrong. She had assumed that he would blow and empty himself right then and there. But she was instead only gifted with the taste of his pre-cum, knowing that it was her skillful touch drawing it out of him so quickly and not how pleasured he felt. Her golden eyes closed as another smile came to her lips. She didn’t bother to say a word as she bobbed her head along these first few inches, making sure her lips met the hand that massaged his shaft each and every time she moved.

When the first moan escaped the married man’s lips, there wasn’t an attempt to cover his mouth as many would expect. He knew that he had to show their Goddess the power of his love and the level of devotion he had for Her and his wife during the ritual. Deep down, he knew there would be no reason to deny the priestess the knowledge that she was doing her duty properly. Even as he could feel pleasure starting to fill his nerves now that her touch was slightly more definitive and precise, he felt no shame in allowing his moans to roam freely into the air. Of course, the feeling of her hand moving up and down along his shaft the same pace as her soft lips added another sense of bliss that was unknown to him. It didn’t help things that he could see her perfectly round rear end swaying from side to side just above the surface of the water. Just that simple act was enough to allow him to know that she was enjoying this on a more personal level compared to how she should feel doing her duty.

And that was all it took for Gwyndolla to feel the first few throbs of his shaft against her tongue. Just a teasing view and very gentle, precise, and pleasurable movements. She quickly coiled her tongue around the portion of his cock that was buried into her mouth, wanting to quickly help him expel his impure juices down her throat. The power of their Goddess would help her handle any impurities that would enter her body, but to make sure he didn’t transfer any to his wife, she knew that she had to rid him of it first. And from the way his moans only grew louder once she took more of his member past her lips, she knew that she was on the right track.

Her knowledge was only cemented into her mind as she felt the first rope of his impure seed splash against the roof of her mouth on one of her trips back toward his tip. So, instead of diving back down and taking more of it into her mouth, Gwyndolla instead stayed in place at the man’s tip. Using her tongue to the best of her ability, the priestess massaged what she could of his member while keeping one of her hands still on his heavy sack. It was easy to feel it twitch and tense up in her hand as he unloaded into her mouth. But she was more than happy to take each and every drop that spurted onto her taste buds, moaning quietly as it stopped after a few moments.

Watching the priestess, a woman that was not his wife but still believed in their Goddess, pop her lips off from around his throbbing cock just in time for one last strand to spread across her cheek was a conflicting view for the married man. Seeing such perfectly dark skin be covered in a streak of white made him envious for just a moment that his wife did not possess the same skin tone. But that thought was quickly washed from his mind as he saw Gwyndolla part her lips and show that she had each and every drop of his semen resting against her tongue. The young man watched with shock as she closed her lips and audibly swallowed, opening them a moment later to show that her mouth was completely empty now. “B-But, Priestess… My impure seed… It won’t harm you?”

“Not as long as I am under our Goddess’ blessing, Fair Child.” An eager giggle rumbled in Gwyndolla’s throat as she dragged her tongue along her lips, enjoying the lingering taste of the man’s seed while his cock still stood tall and ready for more. “But there is more that we must do for you to be completely empty of this unclean seed.” Beginning to slowly rise out of the water, she gestured for the young man to turn over and face the other way. “If you’ll be kind enough to turn around and bend over the edge of the pool, I’d be more than happy to continue the ritual.” The moment he did, she couldn’t stop the excited whine that left her now that she had a perfect view of his rear end. “This is something that most men deny enjoying until they’ve experienced it once. I assume you may be the same way, but only time will tell.”