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ground into her. She moaned, feeling him pulse inside of her; each short, sharp thrust as he fucked into her was accompanied by another wet rush of heat that filled her until she wondered if her belly would enlarge at once as her breasts had, his seed already rooted and growing in her waiting field.
    He slammed into her again and she sobbed, the pleasure making her shake as the hot burst of her orgasm spread through her. He thrust through it, his breath panted through clenched teeth, his hands bruising tight on her hip and thigh as he pounded into her clenching pussy, forcing her pleasure to build up again. She could feel it, she thought wildly - the wet, liquid sloshing of his seed pouring into her, filling her, her belly hot and swelling with every breath.
    Her second orgasm came on a slow wave that grew, and grew, until it crashed into her as she twisted and sobbed, back arched and rutting mindlessly on the hard cock that was setting her on fire. The god bellowed, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force as he sheathed himself fully and Ninia moaned helplessly as she felt him pulse and erupt inside of her, filling her eager womb to its limit.
    "My queen," he panted, his hands smoothing up her hips to stroke over her stomach and for a moment she really did feel it, heavy and swollen with life as he sketched out the gravid shape she would have in months to come. It made her breath catch, her breasts tight, her sex throbbing around him with a deep longing.
    He smiled, feral and wild as the earth he was formed of, his hand pressing warm over her arched up belly. "Beautiful," he said, and it was like a blessing, sweeping warm and welcome through her. He rolled his hips, his cock stroking inside of her, and Ninia shuddered through a shock of pleasure that surged up her spine.
    "The fields will bear well," he promised, stroking down to her sex and then back up to her breasts. Ninia could hear the unspoken in the words and for one moment tried to wrap her legs around his hips, trying instinctively to keep him inside of her; his grin was pleased but his hands were as solid as the earth and just as unmoving as he pushed her thighs aside, drawing away.
    The loss of him unleashed the flood gates and Ninia gave a little cry, hips lifting, as the first wet, liquid rush pushed past the lips of her sex. Her King held her thighs wide as her cunt pulsed and spasmed around the sensation, his seed bubbling out to drip from her already drenched folds, soaking into the fresh dirt beneath her. "As you grow, so shall the field," he said, his deep voice throbbing through her, and Ninia moaned in need and pleasure, closing her eyes and feeling the ripple of heat curl through her belly once more.
    When she opened them there was nothing but the bright blue sky above her, bare earth beneath her back in an empty field that smelled of clean dirt, sun and wind, and something like rock and animal musk all at once. Ninia tipped her head back, her breath shuddering, feeling the heat and shape of her own skin; the wetness on her breasts and thighs, and the little jolts of pleasure from her still quivering sex. Wondering, she pressed her hands to her still flat stomach, dragging them up to cup the heavy weight of her own breasts. "As my king commands," she said softly, smiling, the last ritual phrase lost on the breeze.
    Soon, it would be time to bring the good tidings to the people. To call to the men and let them help her up, to journey back to the city in all of her naked glory, the proof of her marriage to the earth smeared across her skin and down her thighs. Soon, she would not just be the Bride but the Queen, divine and treasured for one season while the life already rooted in her grew.
    Soon. But for one little bit Ninia closed her eyes, her own hands tugging at the wet nubs of her nipples and reaching down to part the soaked folds of her sex, and remembered what it was like to be loved by a god.