The Earth King’s Bounty (3 page)

He drank from her until she thought she might go mad, squeezing and sucking until her tits hurt, an aching throb that was too much and not enough all at once. Her nipples were rock hard swollen peaks, the reddened imprint of his mouth and the marks of his teeth ringing the abused flesh that still wept thin streams of milk every time his massive hands closed around her breasts. The empty ache between her thighs made Ninia cry, writhing against him desperately in her need for
more
. "Please," she heard her own voice babbling, shameless, "my king, now,
now
, please..."

He didn't chide her for begging that time. His mouth came free from her breast with a wet sucking sound, his lips and chin wet with her milk. He licked it away languidly and Ninia moaned, watching the god's tongue curl over his lips and remembering how it had felt licking deep between her legs. It made the emptiness inside of her clench, her whole body tightening, and more streams of milk sprung in thin fountains from her upthrust nipples to spatter in droplets over her swollen and aching breasts. Ninia keened from the feel of it, her thighs wrapping around his hips as she arched against him.

He laughed softly, catching her wrists in his hands and pressing them down to the loose soil as he reared up over her. The press of him against her, his cock a solid burning length 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 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.

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