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against her wet sex, took Ninia's breath away. "Are the fields ready, my queen?" he asked, his deep voice almost teasing. "Tilled, watered, open to the sun - are they ready for planting? Hungry for the seed, ready to bear fruit?"
    "Yes!" Ninia sobbed, her voice a shout to the blue sky above. "Yes, now, my king, now!"
    The sun overhead gilded her god in gold as he leaned up over her, bright rays tracing the broad line of his shoulders. He left her hands pressed into the dirt, his large palms cupping her thighs, pushing them up and out to bare her utterly before him. The thick weight of his hard cock slapped against her sex, the blunt head leaving a clear wet trail of seed against her belly where he was still stiff and eager.
    Ninia felt her breath seize in her lungs as he pushed her thighs even further apart, pressing her into herself until her back was curled, her bared cunt spread open to his gaze. His hips flexed; the heavy length of his cock drew back, the tip sliding between the wet lips of her cunt. Before she could even register the sensation - thick, the hardness of rock covered in petal silken skin - he pushed forward again, the length of him splitting her open as he drove deeply into her.
    Ninia cried out, breathless, as she was stretched wider than her inexperienced imagination had ever envisioned. He was thick; she couldn't breathe around it and he filled her up, thrusting deep inside her in one sudden surge.
    Plowed, the village women called it sometimes, with a smile and a wink or a laugh. Plowed, and the young men and husbands who did it good, who put their backs into it, or were indifferent and lazy at the yoke. It was just a saying, polite enough to be used around little children who didn't know the difference, but Ninia, in that moment, understood exactly where the saying came from. She was the Bride and the strong, virile shape of a man who loomed over her was the god of the earth, the first plowman who churned and seeded all the land, who brought forth life and bounty, and she... she was the field.
    He held for one long moment, letting her feel him, her inner passage quivering around his massive girth on the knife edge between pain and pleasure. One hand came down to press against her belly and Ninia wondered, gasping, if he could feel himself through her skin, so deep was she impaled on his hard cock. He held her there, pinned beneath his hand and gaze, her breath coming in sobs that began in pain and ended in whimpers that begged for more.
    His fingers tightened, pressing into her. "Bloom, my queen," he commanded, as he had for her still dripping breasts, and Ninia cried out as something hot surged through her belly, spreading out from the press of his palm. It heated her from the inside, rushing like liquid down from her navel to her cunt, and when he flexed, his hips dragging his cock from her in a long, slow slide, she felt it manifest and drip down her channel, spilling over the lips of her sex.
    The god inhaled deeply, open mouthed, some of the semblance of mankind melting away under the primal, animal drive that commanded the seasons. He gripped her hips and Ninia could only wail as he rammed back into her, his thick cock swelling impossibly larger within her as the first molten hot spray of divine seed shot deep into her ripe womb. Nor did it stop; he thrust into her with the fury of a wild bull, rough and deep, filling the ache inside her until Ninia couldn't think of anything else. He stretched her to fit him, her body nothing but a receptacle for every spurt of seed that she could feel pulse and shoot inside her. Panting, he rutted into her and Ninia gave herself to it, crying out as he filled her over and over again
    The first wave caught her by surprise, wringing a scream of pleasure from her throat as her body convulsed around the cock splitting her open. Her breasts tightened, thin milky streams spraying from her thickened nipples, and another wave of heat rippled through her belly as he