The first pulse hit the back of my throat like a hot, salty geyser. I swallowed instinctively, my throat working in a convulsive ripple around the impossible girth of his head. The taste was musky, primal, and strangely sweet�his strength, his essence, given freely.
Adunbi�s roar filled the crystalline chamber, bouncing off the walls as the spirits shimmered with approval. Another jet followed, and another, a seemingly endless torrent of thick, creamy seed. My mouth was flooded instantly, stretched so wide I couldn�t close my lips. Warm, viscous liquid filled every crevice, spilling over my chin in thick rivulets. I swallowed desperately, gulping down the overflowing bounty, but for every mouthful I took, two more replaced it. It coated my tongue, my teeth, the back of my throat. The sheer volume was staggering, a claiming flood that had nowhere to go but down.
I sucked and swallowed, a slave to the rhythm of his pulsing cock. His hands in my hair were anchors, his hips trembling against my face. I felt his balls tighten and release against my chin with each violent contraction. This was worship. This was the binding. His strength, his life-force, pouring directly into the vessel Oshun had prepared.
When the last shuddering pulse faded into a few final, hot dribbles, I finally pulled back. My jaw ached ferociously. My lips were swollen, glistening with spit and his spend. I swallowed a last, thick mouthful, feeling the warmth settle heavy in my stomach, a companion to the magic already growing there.
Adunbi lay spent, his chest heaving, his magnificent cock softening slightly against his belly, slick and gleaming. The ancestral spirits began to fade, their approving smiles the last thing I saw before the chamber itself dissolved in a whirl of golden light and the scent of blooming night flowers.
The stone slab vanished from beneath us. There was a sensation of falling, then a soft, sudden impact on warm, yielding sand.
I pushed myself up, spitting out the last of his taste. We were no longer in the cavern.
An oasis.
Lush, emerald grass spread around a pool of water so clear it reflected the twin moons hanging low in a violet twilight sky. Towering, slender trees with silvery bark and cascading violet flowers surrounded the clearing. The air was perfumed with jasmine and wet earth, thrumming with a deep, latent magic. It was a place outside of time, hidden, sacred.
Before I could speak, Oshun�s voice flowed through the clearing, melodic and clear. �The vessel is prepared. The protector is bound. Now, the vessel must prove her worth, her capacity to hold not just life, but pleasure, and power. Three challenges, sacred daughter. Succeed, and the first artifact of the Dance will be yours.�
A low growl rumbled from the tree line. Adunbi was on his feet in an instant, his body tense, all fatigue gone, replaced by a warrior�s alertness. From the dappled shadows, a creature emerged. It looked like a lion, but its fur was the deep green of the forest, and antlers like woven branches crowned its head. Its eyes glowed with a soft, dangerous amber light. It stared directly at me, at the swell of my belly.
�It seeks the magic, � Adunbi said, his voice a low growl. He stepped between me and the creature, his naked body a wall of muscle. �Stay behind me.�
The creature paced, but didn�t charge. Oshun�s voice whispered again. �The first challenge: the vessel must pleasure herself, openly, without shame, calling the magic to the surface. Her joy is her shield. Begin.�
My heart hammered. Under the gaze of this strange guardian, with my brother standing guard? But the command was clear. This was the test. I looked at Adunbi�s broad back, then slowly sank to my knees on the soft grass.
I let my hands roam my body, rediscovering the curves that now felt doubly sacred. My fingers traced the new, firm roundness of my belly, then rose to cup my breasts. My amber piercings were hard pebbles against my palms. I pinched my nipples, rolling them, and a sharp, sweet bolt of sensation shot straight to my core. A soft moan escaped me.
The green lion-creature paused its pacing, watching, its head tilted.
I leaned back, spreading my thighs wide, offering myself to the twilight, to the test. My folds were already slick, glistening. I touched myself there, parting my lips, which were still swollen and sensitive from Adunbi�s earlier invasion. My clit was a hard, aching nub. I circled it slowly, my eyes falling shut, focusing on the building warmth.
The creature took a step forward. Adunbi shifted, a warning rumble in his chest.
�It�s okay, � I breathed, my fingers moving faster. �My joy is my shield.�
I lost myself in the rhythm. The pleasure built, a clean, rising tide. I pictured the unicorn�s star-filled eyes, the feel of the divine phallus, the overwhelming fullness of my brother�s blessing. My hips began to rock against my own hand. The sounds I made were shameless, wanton sighs and gasps that mingled with the rustle of leaves.
The magic inside me stirred in response. A gentle, golden glow began to emanate from my skin, particularly from my stomach. It was faint at first, then brighter, a soft radiance that pulsed in time with my heartbeat, with the circles of my fingers.
The lion-creature stopped. It made a soft, chuffing sound, then lowered its head, its amber eyes closing. It lay down, resting its antlered head on its paws, as if soothed.
A wave of climax broke over me, sharp and bright. My back arched, my channel fluttering around nothing, and the golden glow from my belly flared for a brilliant second before subsiding to a gentle hum. I slumped forward, panting, a sheen of sweat on my skin.
Adunbi let out a long, slow breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly. He didn�t turn around, keeping his watch.
From the center of the pool, the water rippled. A pedestal of water-smoothed stone rose, and on it rested a simple circlet of woven, living vine, studded with a single, teardrop-shaped piece of amber that glowed with an inner fire.
�The first artifact: The Crown of Opening, � Oshun announced. �Wear it, and your body will always remember how to bloom. Now, the second challenge. The protector may join.�
Adunbi finally turned. His eyes were dark, intense, taking in my flushed, sated form. The green lion watched, but made no move to interfere.
�What is the challenge?� Adunbi asked, his voice rough.
�The vessel must take her protector, in the way of deepest trust and surrender. She must guide him inside, and together, you must fill this grove with the sound of shared release. His seed must fall upon the sacred ground, a willing offering.�
My core, still throbbing from my own touch, clenched with fresh, immediate need. I looked at Adunbi, at the thick, heavy cock that was already thickening again, rising against his stomach. The memory of its stretching fullness was a vivid, aching phantom inside me.
I rose on shaky legs and walked to him. I took his hand, pulling him toward a soft patch of grass near the water�s edge. �Help me lie down, � I whispered.
He obeyed, his hands surprisingly gentle as he lowered me onto my back. The grass was cool and fragrant beneath me. I opened my legs, lifting my knees, exposing myself completely to him, to the twilight, to the watching goddess.
He knelt between my thighs, his gaze hot as it traveled over my glistening folds, my glowing belly. He took himself in hand, his fist barely closing around the thick base. The broad, plum-shaped head, slick with renewed arousal, nudged against my entrance.
�Guide me, � he said, the words a strained command.
I reached down, my fingers wrapping around his shaft above his own. The heat of him, the solid, veined reality, made me shudder. I positioned him, the blunt pressure a delicious, familiar threat.
�Now, � I breathed, and pulled him forward as I pushed my hips up.
The crown breached me, and the stretch, even after everything, was a breathtaking, burning fullness. I cried out, my head falling back. He sank deeper, slowly, each inch a conquest my body welcomed with a wet, yielding sigh. I felt every millimeter of that incredible girth spreading me, filling me utterly. When his hips met mine, when he was buried to the root, a sense of perfect, straining completion locked into place. He was so deep, the thick root of him pressed insistently against my cervix, against the new life and magic within.
�Move, � I pleaded, my nails digging into his powerful arms. �Please, Adunbi. Fill the grove.�
He began to thrust, a slow, deep, rocking motion that emphasized his impossible width. Each withdrawal made my inner walls cling desperately to his shaft; each deep, grinding return punched a soft, sobbing gasp from my lips. The sound of our joining was obscenely loud in the quiet oasis�the wet, rhythmic slap of skin, our mingled panting, my continuous, breathy moans.
The green lion watched, silent. The twin moons climbed higher.
My climax built again, coiling tighter and tighter with each profound stroke. He was hitting a place so deep it felt connected to my soul. �I�m close, � I choked out.
�Where?� he grunted, his rhythm becoming faster, harder. �Tell me where to put it.�
�Inside, � I gasped, the breeding focus of the ritual crashing over me. �For the magic. Inside.�
With a final, powerful drive, he slammed home and locked. His roar of release mingled with my shattered cry. I felt the base of his cock swell, that final, telltale expansion, and then the first scalding jet erupted directly against the mouth of my womb.
It was a volley of pure, liquid heat. Pulse after pulse after pulse, a seemingly endless flood that filled the space he�d carved, a hot, claiming libation deep in my sacred ground. The pressure was immense, a luxurious, liquid weight. My own orgasm was a silent, clenching vise around him, milking his thick shaft for every drop.
He collapsed atop me, his sweat-slick skin pressed to mine, his breath harsh in my ear. We lay there, joined, as the last of his seed finished pumping into me. A warm trickle escaped our union, seeping onto the grass beneath us�the willing offering.
The water in the pool rippled again. A second pedestal rose. Upon it lay a small, intricately carved clay vessel, no larger than my palm, humming with contained power.
�The second artifact: The Urn of Gathering, � Oshun�s voice sighed, rich with satisfaction. �It holds the essence of union. One challenge remains...�
Adunbi lifted his head, looking toward the darkening tree line. His body went rigid again.
�Osa, � he whispered.
A new pair of glowing eyes, silver and cold, had appeared in the shadows.