Blessing of Fertility

by J. E.

  BLESSING OF FERTILITY

  J.M. KEEP

  This book is intended for sale to Adult Audiences only. It contains sexually explicit scenes and graphic language. All sexually active characters in this work are of legal age. Over 5,000 words.

  If you require content warnings: this particular story contains fantasy breeding gangbang between a BBW dark elf and several demi-gods.

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  BOOK DESCRIPTION

  The virginal elven woman was devoted to her God, but when she prays for fertility, she didn’t mean for it to be granted so literally.

  Surrounded by her God’s part-man, part-beast servants, her faith and devotion is put to the test as they quickly rid her of all her coverings to reveal her beautiful, plump brown body and lay her bare.

  Will she be able to serve them all and prove herself worthy to her God?

  Warning! This erotic, fantasy short contains a reluctant breeding gangbang of a mortal by otherworldly creatures.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  BLESSING OF FERTILITY

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  BIOGRAPHY

  BLESSING OF FERTILITY

  The sacred glen of the wood elves was nestled at the heart of the forest, protected by mighty tree limbs that spiralled high in a magically directed manner to form a great steeple. Between the silver oaks, light streamed down upon the solemn site.

  A shrine made of gold wood and crimson leaves depicted a great deity, half-man, half-stag. The patron lord of the wood elves, Riddarhem, was made out in exceptional detail, the bulge and lines of his muscles perfectly formed in flawless wood grain.

  Entering the sacred glade was a rare privilege, but for the young woman making her way in, it was a moment of special importance. Marriage amongst the elves was something immensely vital, so rarely engaged in, and binding for the long term. To become wed to another was cause to be able to petition the great Riddarhem personally.

  The young woman felt her stomach turn, but there was such pure delight on the curve of her full lips. With long, brown hair, tied back in a pretty braid, she wore no garments, but instead was roped in lovingly handcrafted flowers. The ribbons of natural foliage criss-crossed her body, binding her form in such an elaborate, careful manner.

  Such was it that her family had helped her in this preparation, long weeks spent plucking the various buds and treating them just so to cause them to bloom unnaturally as they wrapped around her breasts and stomach, caressing her legs and arms. All about her there was lines of floral vines, and she smelled so strongly of their natural fragrance.

  The only other thing she wore was a simple gemstone, set in a cold metal that never warmed to her flesh as it hung about her shapely hips.

  She was attractive, with a firm backside and generous breasts, revealed but for the vines that tightened against their plump form. She could feel them nipping into her tender, brown flesh but she knew it was how it had to be. The pinks and blues and whites of the flowers were something special against her dark skin, and as she laid her body down in front of the shrine, her prayer was echoed back to her.

  “Oh great Riddarhem, I beseech thee. I am to be wed, and I beg for your indulgence. Let me be fertile and good, to fulfill him in my wifely manners, and to birth many children. To carry on our line is the greatest honour I can be bestowed, and I beg for you.”

  Her black eyelashes had descended over her eyes, and she looked so peaceful, except for the desperation and longing that came through her tone.

  In her deep prayer she hardly noticed as the lights dimmed about her; instead it was a curious scent that awoke her from her committed reverie. A pungent, though not unpleasant, musk made her dark nostrils flare, and it put in her such a stirring. When she tried to open her eyes she found herself unable to, though the sense of something so overwhelming made her feel as if she were in the very presence of her God.

  His touch--or she thought it was a touch to her jaw--was like a chilling blast that shook her to her core then warmed it at the same time. And when he spoke to her, it was not with words, but some deep, inner rumble of presence that entered her mind. ‘Loyal daughter...’ and she could feel the love in that address edged with something else, emotions of a God far beyond her understanding, ‘your boon is granted. In truer fashion than you could know.’

  When the awe inspiring presence of her God vanished, she fluttered her eyes open to find herself in a madman’s version of the forest she knew. The leaves and trees were so dark yet vibrant, the sky bright but foreboding. All about her, she could hear the sounds of life and awareness, as if the forest itself was watching her, and then... they began to emerge. From around her all about she could sense them before she saw them. Nude men, so many, various types the likes of which she’d never seen outside of holy art, and some not even then.

  Her eyes were such a strange shade of blue against the darkness of her skin, and they were so wide. She gasped, unable to have had more than a moment to gather her strange surroundings, and blinked as though still dreaming.

  Surely she was still asleep. She shut her eyes tighter and then reopened them, seeing stars for a second before the nude men reappeared to her, still advancing upon her naked and flower-strung body. She had felt something that surpassed her knowledge as an elf, and though very real and tangible fear rose within her, so did something else.

  A counter to the terror, gratitude, and unknowing subservience surged within her. She was not meant to understand the God’s wills, and throughout the fright, the thought balanced and centered her.

  “Who are you?” she called into the forest, to the faces of those she didn’t recognize or fathom.

  Her voice carried through the woods and all the sounds of chirping and buzzing ceased for a fraction of a moment. Leaves rustled and she could not suppress a feeling that hers were the first mortal words ever uttered there in all existence.

  In response to her holy desecration the men--for despite their strange natures, so varied and odd they were men--stilled, and all of them looked at her with such curious mystery. These, like the God she worshipped, were virile, stunning visions of masculinity. Their chests were bare and glossy with perspiration, their loins rising before her.

  The first to reach her was pale by her standards, with a dark haired chest and long strands that flowed about his head and shoulders, with the neat tuft above his member. He had a wide, handsome face, but most curious of all were his oval eyes; they were black with red at the center. She felt something from him... and she knew it then, something wolfen in his nature. Before she could react, he had his hand out, touching her through her flowered garb and tugging, causing the vines to dig into her tightly wrapped flesh all the more.

  They were terrifying, the part beast nature striking something in her core, yet they were divinely beautiful in their own way, and that conflict raged within her. The beings were not of her realm, not of her people, and yet they had the bodies of men and aspects of something else.

  Her mouth dropped and a soft ‘ah!’ filled the air. It was part protest, part curiosity, but the way she stared at him it was almost as though she knew what was happening; at least, she understood that it was not her duty to understand. She was simply pliable and accepting, not putting up a fight at that wicked tug, feeling her pulse quicken.

  “You aren’t here to hurt me,” she said more than asked, her voice so lovely and rich.

>   She heard the strain of the vines as he pulled at them in front of her chest, pulling her down and forwards. She winced as those thin vines tightened on her body and her skin burned a light red at his insistence, her body succumbing to his greater strength. He had no response for her, just gazed at her so intensely even as the second of the bizarre men approached.

  This one was smaller, tall and fit, but with wheat coloured short hair that flowed backwards between two large, black ram horns. He was curiously beautiful, and fully erect as he walked up to her and stroked her cheek. He was so tender and mild, and she knew he was a divine aspect of some other beast, some mockery of man and animal, a combination of the two that only Riddarhem could conceive.

  The press of bodies only grew, and before she knew it she could feel another pair of hands coming from behind her, a third man, larger than either of the other two. Massive, broad and towering over seven feet, he had tusks and horns, his bulging body crossed with markings that resembled tattoos in black and gold that covered his flesh, which shimmered a shadow-green beneath the leaves.

  He was biggest of them all, in every way, with a shock of red hair atop his head and another trail of it that led to a cock bigger than she’d dared dream of. It was he that was pushing behind her as the three of them seemed to work at her together, touching, groping and manipulating.

  She couldn’t help it. She knew that she was gaping, but she could hardly care as she stared at the three in amazement, and then in fright. Even though she was a worshipful young woman, she couldn’t keep the anxiety from her pale blue eyes as she glanced behind her and saw the monster of a man.

  Her mouth watered and she swallowed it back, feeling the warm fluid glide down her throat as her pliable body was so easily manhandled. She was in shock, and couldn’t put up much of a resistance. The heady scent of the virile men intruded upon her nostrils, and she felt a thrill of desire and longing run through her, quickly replaced by terror.

  “Thank you Riddarhem for your gifts, but they are too much. I am just a mortal, and I do not deserve to walk in the plane of those greater than I!” she beseeched her God once more, gratitude and failure marring her tone. She couldn’t do it and the fear of disappointing her God was a terror in and of itself, and yet she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t allow for the frightening beast men to take her.

  Yet her prayer received no answer, but for the three pairs of powerful hands pushing her down forcibly to her knees in the grass. There was no escaping their hold, even as she struggled against them, and the slap of that heavy cock meat against her back and ass was a punctuated warning of what was to come.

  The obedient elf whimpered, her body splayed so crassly to the divine monsters, and tears streamed down her cheek. She was not worthy of them, of the gifts her God had given her.

  She could barely glimpse him from her angle, but the green brute grabbed those vines about her, and in a painful manner he ripped them from her body, causing them to dig into her supple, brown flesh so very hard.

  As the dark haired wolfen-soul stared down at her intensely with one of her arms pinned, it was the wheat haired ram-boy that offered her some comfort. With a gentle stroke of her cheek, he guided her face towards his smiling visage. So sweet looking, he seemed to radiate warmth and tenderness. She could nearly lose herself in that gorgeous face of his. That was, until he pressed the bulging crown of his pinkened cock to her lips as he held her arm out to the side.

  She closed her eyes the moment that soft steel slapped against her mouth, and a quick inhale of breath brushed against his phallus. Her God was asking too much of her; giving too much to her. She had never heard of such things happening before and she wondered if it were all a sweet dream, a sick fantasy come to life as she felt the three men pawing at her naked body. The lacing of the vines were still visible on her flesh, tied so tightly as they were, and they decorated her smooth, brown skin in the most loving of manners.

  She wanted to protest, but the moment she opened her lips to speak, she felt that firm reminder of silence, and her blue eyes went to the heavens, stopping at the ram horned man and finding herself startled at his beauty.

  She stared even as he slipped his free hand from her jaw up into her brown hair and took hold, pulling her mouth onto his cock as he pushed forward. It was such a look of heavenly bliss on his handsome, pinkened face as she tasted the salty tang of his manhood on her tongue. She could almost ignore the manhandling of the tattooed beast behind her as he gripped her ass and pulled her cheeks apart where he’d torn her makeshift garment asunder.

  It was all so overwhelming, moving so fast! The motions of the now moaning ram-boy caused his sac to slap against her chin, the wolfen-spirit guiding her hand down to his thick, veiny totem.

  It was like an epiphany, as that bulbous, unearthly cock of the monster behind her began to prod against her cunt, she realized: these were spirits of the wild in the flesh. Beings she knew only as incorporeal thoughts. A pantheon of lesser beings that served her great God Riddarhem, and they wanted her; wanted to pass onto her their seed.

  It warped her heart, twisting her morals and values. She’d never heard of such a gift being granted, not like this. She wanted to be fertile for her loving, elven husband and yet as the throbbing cocks surrounded her, she knew it couldn’t be. Riddarhem had decided on something grander, something more primal for her, but she couldn’t accept.

  Like the duality of her environment, so too was the duality of her emotions. They crashed through her as she first felt the tip of a cock hit against the back of her throat, her hand willingly wrapping about the hard member she was being offered. There was desire for them to use her, for her to please her God in a way she had never imagined, and the anxiousness of fucking it up. She dreaded displeasing her God, or any of his servants.

  They may be just lesser beings to the great Riddarhem, but to her, they were otherworldly beings deserving of all love and affection she could conceive. Her body grew warm with arousal, as though just realizing her station was enough to flood through her and leave tingling pleasure in its wake.

  She wanted to be used by them, to make them pleased and happy, and her tongue swept against the lower side of the ram horned man’s cock, and his look of ecstasy mirrored her own as her firm hand drew back the foreskin of the wolf-man.

  The attentiveness of her ministrations with both mouth and hand were born of pure devotion, and the two male spirits groaned their satisfaction. The soon-to-be-wed elf showed no hesitation in her suckling and stroking, and they rewarded her with tight holds on her arms, and strong hands guiding her motions.

  All of that, though, was but nothing to the impaling of that beast behind her. With a great heave and a howl of pleasure, that forest demon pierced her womanhood with a single, unforgiving thrust. Girth unlike any she’d ever imagined taking cleaved her slick walls apart to such an extent it made her eyes water with pain.

  She was here to pray to her God, to ask for help to marry her beloved, yet he demanded so much more from her. Riddarhem wanted her to serve him.

  The scream reverberated through the cock in her mouth, the sensation akin to that of a pleasant hum, though to her it was anything but. Her bare feet kicked her protest, but held as she was, there was nothing she could do.

  The pain was unimaginable, and she felt like, for just a moment, she would black out. Indeed, her world went fuzzy for a few moments before she regained her equilibrium, and for the first time since her birth, questioning her devotion to Riddarhem.

  It was an unpleasant thought, and even through the murky haze of pain, she pushed it away. Instead, she embraced the agony, and though her body burned with protest, the will of the God was not to be questioned. She was devout, though, even as he stole her virginity. She knew it had to be this way.

  It was not for her to understand why, and as she felt each pulse through those thick veins, her entire body swelled with building desire. Her beautiful cunny lips spread around that thick member, making such a beautiful pictur
e of femininity and desire. Her body was for him, her hidden sex pierced, her womanhood impaled by her God’s servant.

  Her ministrations had all but stopped on the other two, but for their guiding motions, but as the red haze faded from her mind, she showed her apologies to them. Her hand and mouth quickened and become firmer with each passing moment.

  Such dedication to three bestial spirits that were intent on breeding her, and their only reward was to express their lust for her flesh more vehemently. Even when she blacked out, she never ceased moving, for their grasp kept her mouth and hand rubbing upon their thick cocks, and the hulking green, black and gold beast behind her was already pistoning into her.

  The loud slaps of his hard body striking against her round, brown ass cheeks permeated the strange forest as he grunted and groaned. It was amazing he fit at all, and only through sheer strength was he able to grab hold of her hips and move that veiny girth into her with such speed, sending his heavy, seed laden sac pummeling against her clit so ruthlessly as he sought to pump his creamy virility into her.

  The ram-headed one, smallest of the trio, gave her such a coo of appreciation and pet her brown hair, and she could feel the vines give way at her chest enough for her breasts to slip free with the constant motion.

  It was almost a relief, but to feel the heavy orbs bouncing back and forth was bordering painful, adding onto the sensation behind her. Though her ass was round and firm, it did little to hinder the brute of the man, and his hipbones pounded into that fleshy rear. She almost called out once more, yet choked on the smallest man’s cock, fresh tears sparkling in her eyes.

  I will please them, she told herself, all that devotion boiling to the top. I will show them my gratitude!

  Even as her pussy burned, the slickened walls kept her from danger, and as pain subsided, it made way for something more extreme than she could have imagined. The sensations that rubbed against her entire form, the overwhelming nature of the three men, it was beyond this world. Beyond the next!