1.3 Odysseus and the Goddess
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The goddess feels impossibly tight and stretched thin around his c**k, her p***y contracting around every ridge of him as he pounds into her. "Show me Odysseus. Show me you're more than a mere mortal. Fill me up with your seed. Let me birth your baby," she softly moans between heavy breaths.
His grip on her hips tightens, his fingers digging bruises into her soft flesh as he slams into her with increased ferocity. His breath comes in ragged gasps, and his balls slap against her c**t with each powerful thrust. She looks to Odysseus with strong desire lighting her eyes, seeing who he is and knowing his great potential. Something that he has yet to see and discover of himself. "You want my seed?" He grits out, "you want this mortal's baby?"
"Oh, yes. Work this goddess's p***y," she cries, feeling her climax quickly approaching. She baits him, "Earn your prayer request and fulfill mine. Give me your seed Odysseus!"
With a roar, Odysseus drives into her deeper, his c**k swelling inside her as he feels their climaxes approaching. "Goddess!" He yells and slams into her one last time, holding himself deep as he erupts, filling her with his hot, thick seed. The goddess screamed when he slammed into her, which spurred her orgasm to crash into her as they came undone together.
Between heavy breaths, the goddess softly moans, "Yes. Fill up your goddess with your seed." Odysseus groans deeply, his c**k pulsing as he empties every last drop into her. He stays buried inside her for a long moment before slowly pulling out, watching his seed drip out of her well-f****d p***y. "By all that is holy," he pants heavily. She hums with satisfaction and amusement, "Yes, Odysseus. By all godly means."
He collapses beside her on the cushioned floor, his chest heaving as he stares at the mess of his seed leaking from her perfect p***y. He knows in that moment that this goddess is not just any deity - she is a force of nature, a being of pure desire and power. "I'll..." he begins.
She sits up to rest her head on his chest, tracing a finger down his jawline. "You'll what?" she whispers up to him. Odysseus turns his head to capture her finger between his teeth gently before releasing it.
"I'll make sure every prayer I utter from now on is to you alone. You've given me more than just an answer or a blessing," he confides in her as he rests his hand protectively over her stomach. "You've given me hope," he continues in a whispered breath.
The goddess moves to cover his large hand over her belly with hers. "Mhm," she purrs. "Just wait until my belly is swollen with your child," she whispers back to him with a smile pulling up her lips.
His eyes widen with realization and desire. He can already imagine her belly round with his child, a divine offspring of a goddess and a mortal man. He kisses her deeply, pouring all his love and devotion into it. "I'll worship that belly everyday, my goddess," he whispers against her lips. She sucks in his lip and smirks after she whispers back on his lips, "And my p***y too?"
Odysseus chuckles lowly, his c**k stirs at her words. "Every inch of you will be worshipped daily. Your pussy..." His hand slides down to cup her mound possessively before he finishes, "will be my favorite place to pray."
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