The Forest Goddess's Plea

Main Pairing: M human x F skull-faced forest monster

Main Kinks/TWs: Interspecies, monsterfucking, mild size difference, ritualistic sex, impregnation

For an anonymous requester!~

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Few hunters dared to tread into the Gloamwail Forest alone. Those in the local villages referred to it by another name: The Haunted Wilds. Legends warned of its cursed winds whispering into the ears of hapless souls, guiding them like a siren's tantalizing song towards the forest's heart, never to return. Other rumors spoke of the great trees coming to life when night fell, reaching towards those foolish enough to enter their domain.

Zhuvan had no such fears.

He'd always felt a sense of connection to this place. When the winds spoke, they brought not fear, but a familiar comfort. They guided him towards his quarry. The hunter skulked through a thicket as he tracked his prey, bow and arrow in hand. Birdsongs, distant animal calls, and the whispers of the forest were his only company.

Eventually, Zhuvan crouched behind a collapsed oak.

His prey stood across from him -- a tall stag, idly chewing on the endless bounty of green the forest provided. From the way its brown fur turned grey around the neck and muzzle, Zhuvan could tell it was an older buck.

A twig snapped under his feet.

When the deer turned towards him, he quickly ducked behind the oak trunk. Zhuvan breathed slowly and waited. It didn't flee immediately, so it couldn't have spotted him. Once he was sure that the buck had turned its attention back to the grass, he peeked over the oak, notched an arrow, and pulled the bowstring taut.

Steady...

Steady...

Zhuvan inhaled, exhaled, and released. The arrow struck true -- a short-lived bleat pierced the air, followed by a heavy thud as it collapsed to the ground.

...

Night fell over the forest by the time Zhuvan was finished cleaning and preparing his kill.

He made sure that as little of the animal as possible went to waste. The hide, once tanned and ready, could be used for a new pair of gloves, a satchel, or perhaps a jacket. The bones could be used to make broth. The fat could be made into soap.

In the act of taking a life, anything less felt disrespectful.

Zhuvan had a favorite clearing for setting up camp. A bonfire crackled and spat embers into the cool nighttime wind, waves of heat rolling across the hunter's weary muscles. The full moon loomed high above and cast its pale glow across the land.

Others called him crazy for daring to spend a night in the haunted wilds. It always puzzled Zhuvan -- to him, no village or town felt safer than these woods. When the winds whispered, they brought comfort and clarity, not fear. The forest had never shown him hostility, only peace and plenty.

The scent of freshly-cooked venison made his mouth water. He'd cooked a small portion for dinner over the fire, with the rest being salted and preserved for later. Skewering it on a stick, he took a bite and savored the rich, gamey flavor. Zhuvan sat on a nearby rock and ate, watching the fireflies dance among flickering embers, all lit against the backdrop of the full moon's glow.

Suddenly... Something in the air changed. The hairs on the back of his neck stood. His hunter's intuition was keen as a sixth sense, and it told him that he wasn't alone. Perhaps a wolf or some other predator had been drawn by the smell.

Zhuvan quickly drew his bow and swiveled around, searching for the unexpected guest. When something rustled in the nearby thicket, he turned and saw a pair of pale, glowing blue irises trained on him.

A wolf, most likely.

Unless the rest of its pack was nearby, the wolf's presence didn't pose much threat to a seasoned hunter. He'd come across them before in passing, but the wolves tended to mind their own business.

Zhuvan tore off a piece of deer meat and tossed it at the thicket. The creature didn't move, however. It ignored the offering entirely, just sitting behind the thicket and watching him with that cold blue gaze.

That troubled him. The rumors spoken of this place came to mind, of demons and monsters stalking those who underestimate the forest. He quickly shook those thoughts away before they took root.

No. This forest had only ever been good to him.

"What are you?" Zhuvan shouted, hoping to scare off whatever stumbled upon his campsite.

The creature blinked.

"Please... Do not be afraid, noble hunter."

A voice came, but not from the direction of those eyes. It came from everywhere -- the trees, the bushes, and the earth. The winds carried each word to his ears. The tone was soft, feminine... And familiar.

The whispering winds!

It had never been this clear, but in his heart, Zhuvan recognized that voice. His hands trembled as he notched an arrow. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. He didn't know what to make of it, his heart racing in his chest. "... Show yourself!" He warned. A tremble of fear wavered in his voice.

The creature blinked again. This time, the thicket shifted as it pushed it apart and began approaching him, its form cloaked in a veil of night until nearing the campfire... Where the creature finally revealed itself.

His heart stilled.

His mind went blank.

What emerged from the thicket was... A woman. Not a human, however, but nonetheless the most womanly form Zhuvan had yet to lay eyes on. She was coated in thick fur, black as ebon along her arms, legs, and outer body, but fading into a lighter brown along her stomach, and then into white along her breasts -- her titanic, heaving breasts, bouncing with her every step. Her thighs were thick and rounded, and her belly carried a soft, matronly pudge.

And her hips...

By the Gods, her hips. They looked wide enough to bear an entire village's worth, swaying back and forth with each step.

She was like an ancient monument to fertility itself given flesh.

The creature also towered over him -- she must've stood at least seven feet tall.

Sitting atop her shoulders was an animal skull of some sort; it most resembled a wolf's, but with a pair of grey horns that curled around her head, similar to a ram's horns. He couldn't quite tell if that was her actual head or just a helmet. In the empty eye sockets, those same glowing blue embers shimmered back at him.

Zhuvan inhaled and steeled himself. Demons were known to take such alluring forms to entice weaker men. "What are you?" He asked, keeping his arrow notched.

"I am Raunikki -- goddess to the Gloamwail Forest," she answered. Despite her mouth moving, that soft, soothing voice still came from the winds, rather than from her. She took another tentative step towards him. "What is your name, noble hunter? I have longed to meet you in the flesh."

His shoulders relaxed a bit, but he kept his arrow at the ready. "... Zhuvan."

"Zhuvan..." Raunikki repeated softly, as if savoring the very sound. "Please, Zhuvan, lower your weapon. I mean you no harm."

"How can I be sure of that?"

Raunikki cocked her head. "You recognize my voice, don't you? The whispers on the wind? I see it in your eyes, Zhuvan. For years, I have been with you, watching you, guiding you through my forest."

Zhuvan couldn't deny it. She felt so familiar to him, even if he'd never laid eyes on such a creature before. Her voice brought him the same comfort as the whispers, blending seamlessly into the ambience of the forest.

Slowly, he lowered the bow. "I do... I do recognize you. The whisper on the winds..."

"Indeed, Zhuvan. It is I who speaks to you." She took another step.

Zhuvan stepped back, trying to keep his eyes off Raunikki's faintly jiggling chest and swaying hips. "I don't understand... Why wait so long to reveal yourself to me?"

"I would not reveal myself to a mortal like this if the circumstances did not demand it," she said. Despite her skull-face remaining static, the look in her eyes shifted to one of desperation. She clasped her hands together and lowered her head. "Noble Zhuvan... Would you listen to an old goddess's plea?"

He still didn't know what to believe -- if Raunikki was truly who she claimed to be, some kind of demon playing on his connection to the forest, or if there was just something very wrong with that piece of venison he ate. At the very least, he decided to hear her out. Zhuvan nodded.

Raunikki's expression brightened. "Thank you. In times past, the Gloamwail had many followers -- those who depended on the forest and its bounties, and paid tribute to me as its protector. However... As the years passed, their numbers grew fewer. Without devoted followers, my power over the land wanes and withers," she said. As if to demonstrate, she flicked her wrist, raising a vine from the ground that began to wilt and rot. "It has only been through your kindness to the land that I've held on... But soon, even that will not suffice, and the forest will slowly rot."

The pain, the longing in her voice made Zhuvan's heart ache. This forest had given him so much. The very thought of it slowly withering, rotting away with nobody to care for it, filled him with both a deep sorrow and a flicker of defiance.

If she spoke the truth... Then he couldn't just let it happen.

"What could a mortal possibly do to help?"

Despite her face remaining still, he sensed a smile tugging her cheeks. "A sacred rite... One that may only be performed with a follower pure of heart, beneath the full moon's guidance," she said, eyes drifting towards the night sky. "Once completed, my power over the land will be rejuvenated, and the seeds of its future planted. Do you accept, Zhuvan?"

"Yes!" He answered her without hesitation. There were no more doubts -- the hunter felt it in his soul. She was no demon. She was the voice on the wind, the grass beneath his feet, the animals hidden in the bushes, and the great trees that grasped for the sky. "What can I do to help?"

A relieved sigh escaped Raunikki's lips. Her bright blue eyes looked the hunter up and down momentarily, before she turned from him. "The ritual site is not far from here. I can guide you when ready."

Zhuvan quickly put out the bonfire and, after a second of hesitation, left his bow in the tent. "I am ready now, if it means protecting the forest."

"You have my endless gratitude, Zhuvan. Just follow me," she said, motioning him along as she walked.

As if he needed any more encouragement to follow behind the voluptuous goddess. His eyes wandered down to her bare backside, those two globes of soft, shifting fat jiggling and bouncing with even the slightest motion. Her fluffy, wolf-like tail swayed back and forth in time with her massive hips. The hunter's cloth slacks felt tight as blood rushed south.

Zhuvan seldom had much time to seek out intimacy. In the presence of such womanly beauty, he felt those red-blooded urges rising to the surface. He tore his eyes away, unsure if ogling a literal goddess would count as an offense.

A faint giggle drifted on the wind.

Eventually, Raunikki motioned for him to stop. The duo ended up in a wide-open clearing that was encircled by stone columns, chipped and dirtied by the passage of time. Vines grasped and wrapped around the stones like tendrils as flowers sprouted in between the cracks. Inscrutable runes were etched into each column, pulsing with flickers of pale blue moonlight. Above them, fireflies congregated in the air and twinkled like a green, starry sky.

It must've been a truly ancient site... Zhuvan was surprised to have never seen it before. The sheer wonder of it all took his breath away.

"... It's beautiful," he finally said, looking back at Raunikki.

"In times past, this is where my followers would perform rituals and leave offerings... And now, it is where we will perform our ritual." She explained. Raising her arms towards the sky, the goddess's eyes ignited as she began chanting in a strange tongue.

The runes on each column glowed brighter.

Even if Zhuvan didn't understand, he sensed the ancient power lingering in every word.

Vines sprouted in the middle of the clearing and began intertwining around each other. They slithered and writhed like snakes, contorting into knots, bundling up until they formed a patch of green about the size of a bed. Flowers of violet and blue sprouted along the vines.

Raunikki's chanting ended as she lowered her arms. "Yes... This will do," she sighed, clearly strained by whatever strange spell she'd cast.

"What shall I do for this... Ritual?" Zhuvan asked.

"I was wondering when you would ask." Raunikki chuckled in a way that felt oddly human, for an immortal, unknowable entity like herself. "Zhuvan... In order to reinvigorate my power over the land, you must express your devotion to it in the most primal of manners. Our bodies must become one, and the roots of our passion must claw deep into the earth. You understand, don't you?"

Primal?

Passion?

Bodies becoming one?

Her choice of words painted a lascivious picture in his mind. Zhuvan swallowed the growing lump in his throat, his eyes drifting across every perfect curve and contour of the Goddess's body. His slacks no longer hid the growing excitement strained within.

Raunikki nodded slowly. "I see it in your eyes and on your body. You are ready." Her hands slowly, tantalizingly drifted down her chest, drawing his sole attention as they faintly grabbed the soft globes of flesh, before drifting down her pudgy stomach and supple thighs. "Remove your garments, hunter. You will not need them," she said, a hint of soft, sensual playfulness tinting her voice.

"... Yes. I am ready, Raunikki." Zhuvan nodded. His hands trembled as he took off his plain brown tunic, exposing his toned upper body to the chilly night air. Then, he undid his slacks and let them pool around his ankles before kicking them away, clad in only a pair of tented undergarments, before slipping those off as well.

His manhood sprang out instantly, hard as the stone columns that surrounded them and throbbing with each pulse of blood.

Zhuvan's heart thundered in his chest.

Red-blooded instinct surged through his veins.

The forest had given him so much... And now, it was time to give it back.

Raunikki lay on her side, eyes falling into a half-lidded stare as she admired the hunter's body. Without another word, she simply raised a clawed finger and curled it towards herself. A thin tongue slid from her lips and flicked across her teeth in a display of pure, carnal desire.

Zhuvan stepped into the circle, his cock bobbing stiffly with each step. He lay atop the bed of vines next to Raunikki and sighed with anticipation. Despite the cool winds, the well of heat coiling in his body kept the hunter from shivering.

"Hhhmm...~" The Goddess hummed and shifted atop him, straddling Zhuvan and peering into his eyes. "Such a strong hunter... Proud and noble...~" She traced a claw down his pecs.

Her touch drew a shuddering breath from his lips. His hands moved on instinct and held onto Raunikki's enormous hips, to which she sighed in approval. Now that they were so close, with their faces looming mere inches from each other, Zhuvan could tell for sure that the skull was no helmet. It really was just her head. He was also far, far too aroused to question it.

The tension between them reached an unbearable boiling point.

Suddenly, Raunikki caressed the side of his face and kissed him. The hard, bony plates of her face pressed into his soft lips, and as they parted, her thin tongue darted into his mouth.

Zhuvan groaned into her mouth as that flexible muscle explored, sliding across his teeth and inner cheeks, nearly slithering into the hunter's throat. Pressing into her, he met the Goddess's tongue with his own in a writhing dance. His hands drifted up and down her hips, tracing each delectable curve on his fingertips before sliding down and sinking them into her plump rump.

The moan she let out was muffled against their hungry mouths. Zhuvan grunted, feeling his digits sink knuckle-deep into luscious rear flesh. Heated lips, tongues, and maws wrestled for dominance until Raunikki pulled back, strands of saliva hanging between his lips and hers.

"I have not felt such desire... Such lust in many years, Zhuvan. I think I will enjoy this ritual~"

Zhuvan rested his head back, chest shuddering with staggered breaths. "... As will I, Raunikki."

"I would hope so~" She giggled in that same girlish manner. The Goddess's attention drifted to Zhuvan's body as she licked across her teeth, then flicked her tongue at his chest, sweeping up some freshly formed sweat. Slowly, she inched her way down his body, tracing her tongue across the hard ridges of his abdominal muscles... Closer and closer to the hunter's iron-hard mast.

Her chubby stomach dragged across his cock as she scooted back, making Zhuvan hiss in pleasure even before she positioned herself between his legs. Spreading his thighs apart, Raunikki's eyes twinkled, marveling at every stiff, veiny inch the hunter's member sported. "You're a gifted one, aren't you?~" She cooed.

Zhuvan lifted his head to watch. As if in response, a bundle of flowers bloomed behind his head like a makeshift pillow.

Suddenly, that tongue slithered out from between her lips and lapped across his throbbing mast. He grunted and throbbed, a bead of pre-cum already drooling from his cocktip and rolling down the shaft, right before it was swept up in another savory lick.

"Gods...!~" Zhuvan grunted.

"Lie back, Zhuvan, and let an old Goddess indulge herself~" She winked at him. Her tongue sprang into action again and slithered around Zhuvan's girth, coiling around him like a living, fleshy vine, and then tightened. Trapping him in an embrace of slick muscle, her tongue rolled and stroked across his mast in rhythmic undulations.

A low moan escaped Zhuvan's lips as she serviced him. The sensations were as unfamiliar as they were pleasurable -- with the absence of soft lips to wrap around his cock, her nimble tongue did all the work, and by the Gods it felt incredible! A shaking hand reached down and grabbed one of the goddess's horns.

Raunikki giggled around the hunter's girth. Tracing her claws up his inner thigh, she suddenly palmed Zhuvan's balls, cradling each heavy testicle in her palm. "I sense your virility... Yes, you have much to give, don't you, Zhuvan?~" She spoke clearly, despite her tongue being wrapped around his cock.

Zhuvan's cock trembled and throbbed, squeezing out drops of pre that were immediately swept up in that otherworldly tongue. "I have... I have everything to give to you and this land..." He huffed.

"Then let us draw our first offering...~"

Abruptly, she withdrew her tongue. Before Zhuvan could question her, it slithered back out, longer and longer, dipping beneath his cock and wrapping around his testicles. The remaining length of her tongue coiled back around his cock with renewed tightness. Then, eyes locking squarely onto his, she feverishly stroked him off with one half of her tongue while the other massaged and cradled his balls.

Zhuvan gasped and reflexively thrusted into that perfect, pumping coil. His breaths grew hot and heavy, teeth gritting as he tried to hold back the pressure bubbling in his loins. Every stroke and ripple brought him closer to the peak.

"Yes, Zhuvan! Let me taste it! Honor this forest with your blessed seed!"

One hand squeezed around her horn while the other dug into the vines. "Yes... Yes, Raunikki! Take everything you need! GODS...!~" A guttural grunt ripped free from his throat. Searing ecstasy surged across his shaft, and then erupted in a strand of bright white, thick cum that arched high into the air before smacking onto his lower stomach.

Another grunt came as Zhuvan shot strand after strand of his liquid essence. Viscous ropes splattered across the hunter's chest and belly, with a few errant spurts draping across Raunikki's bony snout. The high of climax rolled across his body with each pump, heightened by the slow stroking of her tongue, intent on milking every last drop she could.

When his orgasm finally slowed, Raunikki swept up the bits of cum that lingered on the tip as she retracted her tongue. "Delicious...~" She purred. Crawling over his waist, she stuck her tongue out again and began cleaning him with it, meticulously sweeping up every strand of his thick semen, dragging across the ridges of his muscles.

Zhuvan merely watched with glazed-over eyes and a slack jaw.

"Such mighty seed! I taste your potency... Mmmh... Your virility!~" Raunikki moaned, her delight singing across the wind. She dutifully lapped up every white ribbon before crawling back over Zhuvan's body, affectionately nuzzling the side of his neck. "Do you need a moment to rest, Zhuvan?"

Zhuvan planted a kiss on her snout and held her tightly. When the question came, he chuckled softly. Primal vigor coursed through his veins. In the arms of a voluptuous goddess and under the watchful eyes of the forest, Zhuvan didn't feel the least bit drained from his climax. His cock twitched against her belly as if to answer for itself. "No. I don't think I do."

"I thought not~" Raunikki licked the sweat from his neck, lifting herself off him.

Zhuvan watched curiously as the Goddess repositioned. With unbreaking eye contact, she crawled across from him and lay flat on her back. The motion made her breasts part and roll to either side of her with such a satisfying jiggle, her dark nipples standing stiff against the cool air.

Licking her teeth, Raunikki beckoned the hunter forth.

A fresh surge of blood rushed south. Puffing out his chest, Zhuvan sat up and crawled between Raunikki's luscious, splayed thighs, running his fingers through her soft black fur. His lust-fueled gaze drifted from her enormous chest, down her paunch belly, to the bush of thicker fur above her womanhood. He licked his lips.

Her beauty existed beyond the realm of mere mortals. She was everything -- Every gust of wind, every blade of grass, every patch of earth, and every animal that lived off her bounties. She was nature and fertility incarnate.

Suddenly, Zhuvan pushed her thighs apart. He spread her labia on his fingers, eyeing the goddess's pink flower before diving straight in and licking across her flushed, sodden folds.

Such beauty demanded worship!

Raunikki gasped and bucked her hips into his face, a delighted moan howling through the wind. "Zhuvan! Oh, such worship...!~" She cooed.

"Mmmgghrrr...!" The hunter groaned into Raunikki's pussy. His tongue hungrily danced across her throbbing petals and bud, drinking deeply of her nectar with each flick.

She tasted of the forest -- raw, earthy, and intoxicatingly natural. The scent of her arousal was much the same, beckoning him further into her folds. Zhuvan gripped her thighs and smothered himself in Raunikki's sex. He worshipped her with lash after lash, spreading her petals with his tongue and suckling on her hard, swollen clit.

Pure joy rippled on the wind as she dug her claws into his hair. Raunikki sang such heavenly notes of pleasure, groping her chest in her free hand, thighs tightening around the hunter's head. "Oooh, how you honor me! M-more, Zhuvan! Show your devotion! Worship me!~"

Zhuvan snorted and did just that. Trapped between her juicy thighs, he feasted upon Raunikki's womanhood with long, doting laps. The scent and flavor drove him feral with desire. Lick after lick, suckle after suckle, he treated her like the goddess she was.

Her thighs quaked and trembled. Her eyes sparkled and ignited in cerulean light.

"Y-yes! YES! HHh-AAAAAAHHHN!~"

Raunikki howled as she came. The air itself shuddered as if they were suddenly in the middle of a vortex, swirling and dispersing in time with her contracting muscles. Flowers bloomed from the earth around her writhing body. Her thighs squeezed mercilessly around Zhuvan's head, grinding his face into her spasming pussy for minutes on end.

When they finally went limp and fell to either side of him, Zhuvan took in a greedy gulp of air. The natural aroma of the forest mingled with the scents of sweat and musk. He then admired his handiwork with a smile, watching Raunikki tremble and shudder, tongue hanging from her mouth.

His cock, meanwhile, throbbed impatiently.

Raunikki eventually regained her composure, eyes falling squarely upon that rigid totem of virility. She licked her chops and brushed a finger along it, feeling his flesh twitch in response. The glow in her eyes was soft and hazy. "Thank you, Zhuvan... I have not felt such pleasure in ages...~"

"I would gladly worship you day and night, Raunikki." He chuckled and stroked her inner thigh. "Not a moment should pass where your beauty isn't praised, and your every desire tended to."

"I sense such love, such devotion to myself and my forest in you..." The goddess said. Scooting back atop the bed of vines, her massive breasts and soft stomach bouncing with the movement, Raunikki eyed the hunter with smoldering lust. Her hand drifted south and spread her petals apart for him. "The time has come. Let our souls and bodies meet as one in the most sacred of dances~"

Zhuvan gazed across her spread, presented form, his heart thumping and blood rushing through his veins. A singular purpose bloomed in his chest. The circumstances faded to the back of his mind as he approached her. One thing became perfectly clear.

He was a red-blooded male standing at attention.

She was a fertile female waiting to be seeded.

Nothing more needed to be said.

Zhuvan huffed and crawled between her outstretched thighs. His turgid length brushed between her soaked labia, and the sheer heat of her sex made him shudder. He rolled his hips, coating himself in a slick layer of Raunikki's nectar and basking in her warmth... Before finally aligning himself and pushing forth.

"G-Gods!" He grunted.

Once the head slid inside, Zhuvan fell forward into her, feeding the goddess with every last swollen inch of his manhood.

Nothing could've prepared Zhuvan for the divine bliss that awaited him in a goddess's depths. An embrace softer than silk and hotter than a raging inferno squeezed around his length. Her vaginal walls parted around the hunter's tool and graced it with the gentlest, most loving of caresses.

Zhuvan jerked back and thrusted deep into the forest's core.

Was a mere mortal ever meant to comprehend such otherworldly pleasure?

Raunikki craned her head back, letting out a moan that rustled through the canopy. Her claws found purchase on the hunter's back and scratched down his sweat-slicked skin.

Hissing through his teeth, Zhuvan dove into her with renewed vigor, the wet sounds of meeting, squelching flesh ringing across the forest. Her body bounced hypnotically each time they collided, rhythmic waves rolling across her breasts, thighs, and belly. "GODS! You feel... You feel perfect!"

"As do you, my devoted follower!~" She cried. Her thighs lifted and locked around his thrusting hips, pulling him deeper into the goddess's body. "More, Zhuvan! Our love must pierce deep into the soil and flow across the winds!"

"Yes, Raunikki!" He grunted.

Hot sweat rolled off Zhuvan's flexing body as he laid into her with savage thrusts. He clawed and kneaded her chest, the supple fat spilling between his digits. Single-minded instinct commanded the hunter's every move.

Plunge after plunge stroked her innermost reaches.

Suddenly, Raunikki pulled him against her body. Zhuvan fell forward and -- with the differences in height -- tumbled face-first into the embrace of her soft, fluffy, jiggling breasts! He let out a muffled groan into them. When he tried to lift his head, a clawed hand shoved him right back in.

"Mmmhhhff...!" He closed his eyes and gladly accepted his new place, nestled between a pair of perfect, mountainous breasts.

"Oouh, yes Zhuvan! Ooh, how you honor this land with your vigor!~" Raunikki cried into the night. Her other hand scratched down his flexing back, raking her claws across his skin lower and lower before she suddenly grabbed his rear and urged him deeper.

Brief flickers of pain shot across Zhuvan's nerves and spurred him forward. His muscles started to burn, but he fucked through it, barely able to percieve the discomfort in his lust-frenzied mind. He nuzzled into and kissed between the goddess's mounds.

Zhuvan rocketed into her depths with the fury of a beast in rut. Raunikki's nectar pooled between their mashing sexes, the sounds of their lovemaking growing slick and wet.

Abruptly, the world shifted as Raunikki flipped him onto his back, now atop him as she remained firmly impaled on his manhood. The cool wind brushed past his flushed face. She sat up and gazed at him, eyes shimmering with lust and adoration, her fur disheveled and damp with sweat. Her chest rose and fell with heaving breaths.

"You strain yourself, Zhuvan... Lay back, and let your goddess take this ritual to completion~" She cooed, a carnal growl lingering on the edge of her voice. Lifting her arms over her head, Raunikki lifted herself and then dropped her hips, swollowing every inch of his cock back into those hungry depths.

Another smack came as their bodies collided, then another, and another, with Raunikki bouncing atop him in a desperate rhythm.

With the change in position, Zhuvan could truly admire everything her incredible body offered. His hands caressed her rocking hips and rolled up her bouncing tummy, feeling the soft fat yield under his fingers. Her breasts bounced and fell with such an entrancing rhythm, and he couldn't resist stealing greedy, lustful handfuls.

So plump...

So voluptuous...

So fertile...

She was the wind and the earth. A primal goddess. Mother to the forest. Her visage begged for praise and worship, every supple curve and ripple inviting him to fulfill his most base instincts. Pressure coiled tighter and tighter in his loins. His cock throbbed within her velvet chambers.

Raunikki locked eyes with him. All around them, the runes etched into the pillars pulsed brighter and brighter. Her eyes burned in moonlit fire, light pouring out from every opening in her skull. "My garden awaits your seed! Plant it, and let our love bloom for eons!~"

Her deafening plea tore across the forest like a shockwave.

His goddess commanded it!

As Raunikki speared herself from base to tip, Zhuvan reached his peak with a guttural shout. White-hot ecstasy flowed from his core and erupted into the goddess's depths in a titanic deluge. Pump after pump came and quenched her hungry, yearning fields in his essence. Her sodden walls suckled and wrung every last drop from his loins.

Raunikki craned her head back and howled to the full moon -- a feral scream filled with the highest joy. That night, the forest and all its denizens would know that the seeds of its future were planted, and that their goddess would become a mother once more. The heat of Zhuvan's release ignited her climax, muscles locking, inner walls clamping tightly around his spurting shaft.

Zhuvan grimaced in intensity, a fresh round of seed filling her insides from the pressure.

His orgasm went on for what felt like minutes; never in his life had Zhuvan climaxed so powerfully or so copiously, his body giving everything it could, every last drop to please his goddess.

Rivulets of thick, milky-white seed escaped Raunikki's stuffed pussy and drooled down the hunter's twitching, flexing manhood. The corners of his vision were soft and hazy as the forest spun around his head. It was as if, in making love to a goddess, he had tasted a sliver of the divine.

He slowly drifted back down to the world of mere mortals. Raunikki's touch roused him out of his post-climax stupor as she tenderly nuzzled his cheek.

"You were... Incredible! Such passion, such virility... You've made an old goddess feel young again~" She whispered.

Zhuvan smiled softly and ran his fingers through her fur. "I would gladly spend the rest of my days in worship of you, my goddess."

Raunikki giggled. Lifting herself, his cock slid out of her with a wet pop, her freshly-fertilized flower leaking a steady stream of his essence. She curled up to his side, gazing at the starry sky and full moon. "Zhuvan?"

"Yes, Raunikki?"

Gently, Raunikki took Zhuvan's hand and guided it down her body, until it rested on her lower stomach.

On her womb.

"... I feel it. The seeds of Gloamwail's future take root, and in time, this forest will have an heir. It is what I truly needed: a man worthy of siring a goddess's child. The ritual is complete...~" She nuzzled him, flicking her tongue at his cheek. "All I ask now is that you stay and hold me, at least for the night. Could you indulge this old goddess for but a moment longer?"

Zhuvan chuckled. Wrapping his arms around her curvy form, he placed a kiss on the bridge of her snout. "I would stay by your side for an eternity. A deity needs followers, do they not?"

Her eyes shimmered in what could've only been pure, overwhelming delight. "Indeed, Zhuvan. Thank you..."

"Nothing would bring me more joy," he said.

Looking back towards the night sky, Zhuvan smiled contentedly. There wasn't a shadow of doubt in his heart that this was his destiny. Every whisper on the wind led him to his goddess's side.