In order for her lord to truly enter this world Victoria knew it would not be through her alone, creatures of the night were incapable of birthing beings of divine nature, the two opposing forces seemed to instinctively defy eachother, so if she wanted to free the Demigod trapped within her, she would have to pass this burden onto another.
Then she got an idea, a wonderful idea, an evil idea, a wonderfully evil idea, a ritual, one that had been used among her people to assist in difficult labours, a ritual to pass young from one womb to another.
"It might just work" she mumbled, groaning as she rose ro her feet, her legs now permanently parted from her full bloom pussy, her lips pressing and rubbing together with every awquard waddling step, her need to touch herself growing more and more demanding as she waddled towards the stairs.
"Ooooh my lord, why did you have to make my body so sensitive, I feel as if my pussy will gush my fluids with each step!" She cried, the air being forced from her lungs as her wombs occupant moved within her, causing her to double over, clutching at her swollen belly as she gasped through the pleasure, as well as to regain her breath.
Eventually she made it to the bottom of the towers staircase, her face red with effort and her breath shallow, her clothing having been shed, early into her descent, looking down into the abandoned churches hall she leaned on the railing of the upper level, letting her engorged middle rest on the wooden floor, the angry stretched red skin of her belly sensitive against such a corse surface causing her head to bow as she let out another lewed moan, a torrent of nectar gushing from her lips in climax once more, adding to the trail of sweet smelling liquid that trailed and dropped from the stairs.
In the span of one night she had gone from the last of her kind to a pregnant knocked up slut with a pussy like a busted dam.
Just as she recovered from the tidal wave of pleasure that rocked her, her senses were sharpened by the distant sound of approaching footsteps, of hushed voices, of heartbeats.
Living beings were approaching, and a group of them to boot, Victoria's hunger grew as her stomach growled, demanding sustinance both for her and the being within her womb, where there were living beings, there was fresh blood.
"And so kind of such beings to walk directly into my grasp, and so many too, a truly wonderful offering to the new Demigod of lust" she cooed, stroking over her sensitive swell, licking her lips in anticipation of the feast as her mouth watered.
"Sisters, we must join together to greet the new Demigod, we all saw the sign, the fallen star, they must be under the eternal will's control" came a feminine voice, growing closer and closer with the nervous murmurs of the group, Victoria heaved her knocked up form up, leaping into the rafters with surprising ease, creeping like a cat stalking a mouse as the church doors swing open with a rusted screech.
In walked five women, eachother one clearly a high ranking priestess in the order of gold, the golden ring and golden behind their heads and the featureless golden masks, as well as the gold dresses with open stomach diamonds and hip high openings either side of their dresses easily giving away their status and religion, yes they should do nicely. Victoria licked her lips, she couldn't wait any longer, her hunger gnawing at her patients, just as she was prepared to pounce she was haunted in her tracks, her hands clasping over her mouth as her eyes rolled up in her head, throwing her head back in a silent scream of pleasure, her enormous belly distorted and shook, the thick fluids within sloshing and shaking as the demigod within her shifted and struggled.
Despite to keep her location hidden she vigorously strokes and rubbed her swollen pregnant form, only to uncontrollably scream out as a glowing starlight hand erupted from her plump drooling pussy lips, her love tunnel gripping the divine arm like iron, her eyes burned like the sun and her throat stinged like she had swallowed hot coals as her voice was forced from her lips, a voice that was not her own
[SKILL: Harem king ACTIVE]
Her voice sounded otherworldly, her eyes rolled up in her head, the feeling of fullness and stretching in her womanhood retracting into her womb, finding herself now on the ground at the broken alter of the church, her legs spread wide, a small river of her fluids trailing across the wooden floor to where she lay, and all five women of the order of gold surrounding her, but not in aggression, but in lust and pleasure, each touching Victoria in some form or another.
"Well then, this has taken a turn I did not expect" she said with a sigh, groaning as the women of gold brushed her sensitive skin, each bowing their heads to Victoria, all speaking in unison.
"All praise the mother of lust, all hail Victoria, mother of the fallen star, our lord and master Antonio!"