At The Foot of The Goddess of Lust

By HarveyMcScorpius

Creation Date : 11/21/19. 7:49 PM

Tags : [F4M] [Goddess] [IMentions of rape] [Implied Rape] [Infidelity] [Homewrecking?] [Lore] [First Script] [Body Worship] [LITERAL] [Worship] [BBW] [SSSSBBW] [Huge Breasts] [Huge Ass] [Thicc as Fucc] [Huge Stomach] [Fdom] [Pleasure from "Worship'] [Light Supernatural Powers]

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Stand, mortal. You will find I am not as devoted to propriety as my fellow deities. But, you must have known that. Else you would not have prayed to me and brought me forth. Yes, you heard me. Stand. There we go, yes, and what a sight you are. You are perfection, mortal. They must write poems of your beauty and your . . . stature . . . everywhere you go.

(Whatever you imagine the reply to be would go here; rendered from here on out as IRH. A pause of some kind would work well)

Who am I?

You vex me. Was it not you that brought me forth, into this vulnerable little universe of yours? Yes?

(IRH)

Well then you must know. Before you stands the Eater of Matrimony, the Roaring Whore, Matron of as many different hedonisms as you mortals can come up with. I am Prosta, Natural Goddess of lust, and you have summoned me for a very particular reason. Haven't you, beloved?

(IRH

Yes. That's it. You want to be taken by a Goddess. You want some form of pleasure, something so darkly specific your wife cannot fathom it. You try these lesser whores in your cities, unleashing yourself on them, but they're not enough. None of them able to comprehend exactly what it is you're aching for. What you need sucked, what you need bitten, what you need grasped and prodded and swallowed. Yes, that is what I am summoned for. I have taken men since time began, since Diron banished the Great Dragon and fell into his endless sleep. In all that time I have given men what their spouses cannot. I have taken them without mercy, without apology, and left their beds just as their beloveds awake.

That is what you really crave, my worshipper. Not just my mouth, not just my slit. The forms of pleasure my worshippers desire always change, but never the reason; you want to be free of your domestic chains. Free of covenants made in an unsound state of mind. You want what I do to you to destroy your life. Enrage your wife. Disappoint your children. You see, I am not just a Goddess of lust, or of rape. I am a Goddess of freedom.

Am I wrong?

(IRH)

I thought not, beloved.

Look at you. Clearly my presence is having its usual effect. Your poor mortal body, slave to the unbridled power of a Goddess. The tension of those lithe muscles . . . the way your mouth has gone bone-dry. Oh, and that cock. So hard and I have done naught but appear to you . . . Once I had a man with a cock like that. Almost a thousand years ago. The way he filled me, how far his thickness pushed my walls apart . . . A millennium on and I still have not forgotten.

Would you like a chance to live in my memory for longer?

(IRH)

I know you would, beloved. Now. On your knees.

You must earn my affection. Earn the devastation I will wreak upon this temporary little family you've made. Engorge me. Behold me.

Yes. You like that, don't you? The way my clothes can just melt away, like embers . . . but you like the way I look more.

(IRH)

. . . like your greatest fantasy? I thought you might say that. It is a talent of Gods, you might say. To see into mortal hearts. Know your loves, your fears, your preferences. I must say, what I saw in yours was particularly . . . classical. You must have me confused with Arafeln. I am not a Goddess of fertility, but . . . I will play the role for you, if you will but submit for me. Nourish my immortality with your worship.

Look at me. Look at my teeth, bright and white, just sharp enough to make a nip or two blissful. Look at my large eyes, my arcing brows, the hump of my cheekbones and my brilliant, golden skin. Yes, this is what swims in that dirty little brain of yours . . . I can feel it working into me, empowering me . . . keep looking. Let your eyes roam along my neck, my collarbones, where my endless, thick, shaggy hair tresses down my body, my beautiful black mane. My frugal, massive breasts, so firm and so enormous, my nipples dark and dense. Absorb it all, lie down and pray before it . . . before me. Ah, yes . . . ecstasy . . . yes, I will continue. It is just . . . the glory of being exalted as I am before you, the pleasure; it is not something conveyable in your restricting little language.

(IRH)

Mhmm. It is simply unimaginable.

But on we go, down to my belly, relishing the curve of it, supple and engorged, a hundred cords of fat beneath metallic skin. Keep going. See my hips, larger than the doorframe behind me, like those some massive beast of burden or forgotten deities of childbirth; my backside, its curves perfect and overwhelming, a shelf of pinchable golden flesh . . . my thighs, larger around than both of yours, shiny and smooth and oaken . . . more, I will have more of you . . . My slit, dark and hot, enclosed between all of my malleable curves . . . My calves are expansive and powerful, my feet small, smooth, sweet . . . you love it all, don't you? Don't you? You love your Goddess, you love Prosta the Eater of Matrimony, you will love how she will take you . . . mmmm, yes, yes, yes . . . say it . . . say it! Fall prostrate on the floor and beg the Goddess of lust and rape to have you, right here, in your bed with your wife who cannot hear us. Beg every God you know . . . oh, oh, yes . . .

(Lots of improv here, moaning, curses, anything you can think of. In this particular universe they just don't have the word "fuck" so that will be off limits)

Your worship was satisfactory, mortal. Do not worry, I will not uncloak us from your wife's presence until we begin. I wouldn't want to deprive her of the sight of her husband buried in the slit of a Goddess, born of the darkest of the forces of nature. And that should not be long, now, should it?

Come to me. Approach one of the Natural Gods. Approach your Goddess, Prosta.

(kissing noises, maybe a few low moans or hums)

You taste of surrender, beloved. It is my favorite spice of all. Now, climb onto bed.

Prepare to be taken.