Godlaying Ch. 4 (Mythology) (Patreon)

(Every character depicted in the story below is a consenting legal adult over the age of 18)

Poll Winner

Themes: Rough Sex, Public Sex, Orgy

Summary: Part 4 of Godlaying. On his way back to Greece, Antonious seeks the favour of Bastet. One thing leads to another, and the master ritualist ends up helping the goddess bless the fertility of her female followers by bedding her in front of them. His mortal seed will likely not take, but that’s just an excuse to return once he fully ascends to godhood.

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“Great Goddess, what does this man’s presence mean?”

Antonious refrains from smirking too hard as Bastet’s Head Priestess shoots him a suspicious glare. Meanwhile, at his side the Egyptian Goddess Bastet spreads her arms wide.

“Gather close, my acolytes and followers. You will all be taking part in a ritual… a ritual with myself and my companion at the epicenter.”

Bastet’s priesthood is all-female of course, as most goddesses tend to lean towards. All of them are quite beautiful as well, the sort of women that Antonious would have been quite enamored with once upon a time.

Not any longer though. After all, not a single one of them could hold a candle to their goddess. Bastet was divinely gorgeous in a way none of them could ever hope to be. Dark skinned with feline ears protruding from her head, feline eyes set into her human face, and a feline tail whipping back and forth behind her… all adorned upon an incredibly beautiful human form.

Her body was sculpted perfectly, with breasts that weren’t too big or too small alongside hips, ass, and thighs that were of similar disposition. On top of that, she was perhaps the most athletically inclined of all of the goddesses that Antonious had been with so far.

Her form, for all its voluptuous and fertile nature, also had lines of muscle and firmness to it. The body of a predator, to say the least.

It is that body that Antonious comes close to now as Bastet makes her proclamation to her followers. Their own arrangement was long since set in stone, having been hashed out the previous day between the two of them in private.

It was a simple enough transaction due to Antonious being at the level where he could offer such a thing now. He was still very far off from being a god in his own right, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t still help out in his own way.

Specifically, Bastet had recruited him to fuck her in front of all of her followers in order to help her empower a ritual to bless the fertility of her priesthood. The all-female congregation would come away from today’s events with their bodies ready and eager to be impregnated.

Who the men would be that would do the deed Antonious did not know… nor did he really care. Even if he was still a mortal after a fashion, he was also a level above other mortals now. Their doings were not his concern… not when he had a gorgeous woman with feline features to bed.

Coming together, they strip one another right then and there. Antonious hears gasps and hitching breath from Bastet’s priestesses, but none of them try to speak up or question what they’re witnessing. Especially not when their goddess is as active a participant in events as Antonious himself is.

Soon, they are both entirely naked. Bastet’s divine body is on full display, her dark skin glistening in the torchlight and her plump breasts round and full. Antonious falls upon them like a starving man, grasping her tits by their base and putting one of her nipples to his mouth as he sucks deeply.

She cries out in response, one of her hands coming up and grabbing hold of the back of his head as she keeps him in place. After a beat, he feels the taste of milk on his tongue as she begins to lactate for him, the Fertility Goddess’ very nature responding to his hunger.

Antonious gets just a moment to drink deep before Bastet suddenly has her hands on his shoulders and is pushing him back onto the large ritual altar in the center of the chamber. Her fingers are just shy of feeling like claws as they dig into his flesh and Antonious knows she could rip him limb from limb if she wanted to.

Obviously that’s not what she wants. Instead, once she has him laid back, Bastet does what they’re both here for and mounts him properly. Climbing on top of him, her tail swishing behind her and her ears twitching, she grinds her cunt lips against his throbbing, fully erect cock.

Antonious groans at the feeling, her clenching pussy lips squeezing down on his dick while also slathering it in arousal. Bastet glides up and down his length without impaling herself for a while, humping him but not going for the full penetration.

As she does so, her moans fill the air and gain a sort of metaphysical effect to them… an effect that fills the room as her priesthood shudder under the sensation of their goddess’ presence and power. It’s no wonder, devoted as they all are, that they quickly fall to their own lusts and arousal. Clothes go flying off and women touch themselves freely all around the altar.

Antonious pays none of them any mind though, of course. He only has eyes for one woman and it’s the goddess on top of him right now. His hands go to Bastet’s hips and fortunately she doesn’t take it as an insult or impatience. Instead, her feline eyes flash with amusement and she smirks down at Antonious as she lets him lift her up and position her properly.

A moment later and he’s driving her down his length right then and there. She adds a bit of her own divine strength to the downward motion as well, prompting a slight groan from Antonious as his pelvis creaks with the force behind her movements.

Still, he doesn’t beg for respite or ask her to be gentle or anything like that. Sure, he’s nowhere near her level yet… but he’s not sure he could respect himself if he asked her to take it easy on him. Perhaps that in and of itself is a mark of his own growing arrogance.

It was a phenomenon that Antonious had researched quite heavily before deciding on his current course. Namely, the natural divine arrogance of the gods. Not a single one seemed to be immune to it. The simple understanding that they were above the mortal existence made it impossible for them to show an ounce of humility.

Antonious wasn’t so bad as that quite yet, he knew full well that he was still far from being as powerful as Bastet or any other divinity… but he still had his mortal pride to contend with and that mortal pride was in turn bolstered now by his three sparks of divinity.

And so Antonious endures. He grips down hard on Bastet’s chiseled hips, his fingers pushing as deep into her dark flesh as he can, and he thrusts upwards from below, meeting her downward motions with his hips. Her divine cunt clenches down on his cock, squeezing it rhythmically as the sounds of their rutting fill the air from end to end of Bastet’s Temple.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

“Listen well, my followers! Open yourselves up to me! Become one with me! Feel as I do!”

Wanton feminine moans fill the air around them as her priesthood does as they’re told. Dozens of mortal women all kneel on the floor surrounding the altar, completely naked at this point. They rock back and forth, undulating and gyrating their bodies just as Bastet is currently doing upon his cock.

Some of them are joined together with another priestess, grinding their pussies together as they kneel in front of one another. Still more are on their own, using their hands to feel themselves up and playing with their pussies and tits alike. And finally, there’s a third group who aren’t using their hands at all, they’re just feeling everything happening and humping empty air with their hips.

Bastet is projecting a watered down version of his and her experience to her followers. She’s pushing them all to feel what she’s feeling, albeit not as strongly or deeply. His cock isn’t just buried inside of Bastet’s divine pussy right now, it’s also ‘buried’ inside of each and every woman surrounding the altar.

Antonious though, merely focuses on the task at hand. Fucking Bastet hard and good and earning his reward for helping with this fertility ritual. Indeed, it’s not much longer before he can feel the power building in the air settling down. There’s no big moment for the women around them, no moment where they feel it… but he feels it. He feels Bastet lay her Blessing upon her followers and feels as his assistance makes it all the easier for her to Bless so many mortal women at once.

Normally she would have had to give more of herself to make such a thing happen, but his presence and participation lowered the personal cost to her… and with no cost to himself either. It was a tantric sort of divine magic, the kind of thing Bastet couldn’t do with other gods very often because they would only try to take advantage of her in her moment of weakness.

But because he was so much less than she was, relatively speaking, there was no danger of that happening between them. Antonious could no more overpower and dominate her than any other mortal man could. Not yet anyways.

And so, as the Blessing of Fertility falls into place, Antonious feels himself and Bastet also reaching their natural crescendo together. Bastet reaches her own climax with a loud, ecstatic cry, her yowling resounding through her own temple and making it shake in its foundations. She cums all over his cock from his efforts and in that moment Antonious activates his own ritual, just as he’s done three times before.

He draws his fourth spark of divinity out of the Egyptian Goddess and tips over the edge at the same time, his seed filling Bastet to the brim and painting her womb white. A low groan of appreciation leaves Antonious’ lips even as he shudders.

Another step along the path. A fourth spark of divinity to join the previous three. The power flows through him, further changing his mortal form. Bit by bit, he’s leaving his mortality behind even as his old body adjusts, inch by inch, to the new strength coursing through it.

As Bastet pulls off of his cock, Antonious goes to rise from the altar only for her to stop him with a hand on his chest. She lets him sit up, but she does not let him stand to his own two feet.

“Hold. There is one more thing.”

Antonious arches a brow… but he’s not about to argue with the goddess. She’s done right by him so far after all, and he’s done right by her in return. While their transaction should be at an end, he stops and lets her do as she will.

Bastet herself does nothing, however. Instead, she beckons her followers forward. The High Priestess who had been so suspicious of him is the first to arrive at his and her goddess’ feet, crawling up to them at the foot of the altar with her eyes fixed on his massive, messy member.

Panting, Bastet’s High Priestess doesn’t even hesitate. She opens wide and takes him in her mouth, beginning to clean him off with her tongue and lips right then and there.

Others soon join her, even taking her place, as mortal women crawl forward and spend moments worshipping his flesh with their mouths. Only moments though, Antonious notices. Not that he minds. Bastet is still their goddess after all, the one they’ve dedicated their lives to. And yet… they show him devotion in those handful of seconds. Each of them giving him some attention at their goddess’ prompting.

Antonious just shares a grin with Bastet… he’ll definitely remember this as one of his fonder transactions. The Egyptian Goddess has proven to be quite the host~

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