Nailah awoke before dawn, rising from the simple mat of woven reeds that served as her bed. She removed her night dress, standing naked in the cool air. Retrieving the box that lay at the foot of her bed, she ran her fingers over it reverently. It was solid wood, already an lavishness in the desert, and inlaid with striptease of ivory and gold. She had never owned something so o.k., and while the temple certainly was n't lacking tribute from the villagers and Pilgrim Father, a humble priestess such as herself was afforded little more than her clothes and the furnishings in her modest room. That would be changing today, however.

She opened the box. inside was a long gown of soft cotton, pure white and almost translucent. It was the garment worn by all Rain-Brides for their consummation with Sebak, but this one was made specifically for her. She put it on, savouring how silky it felt on her Olea europaea hide. She suppressed a nervous shudder as she tied the woven belt ammunition around her waist. Nailah had been elated when the high priest told her she had been chosen : such an honorable position seemed above her status. There were plenty of other Virgin priestesses at the temple, but the priest said that Sebak had shown especial interest in her. Underneath the gown was a set of beads, and she got to work braiding her disconsolate hair, weaving them amongst the tight rows of braiding. When she was done, Nailah put on a dyad of plain sandals, and stepped outside, heading towards the temple complex.

The sun was breaking over the horizon as Nailah made her way up the bundle land road. It would be the shortest day of the year : the crest of the rainy season when Sebak 's power was at its height. The temple was built from huge blocks of limestone, lording over the village and drawing pilgrim from all around the river delta. Some were gathered out-of-door already, bearing offerings and hoping for a chance to see the god and his new bride. They murmured in silence tones as they watched Nailah approaching, falling silent as she neared. Feeling awkward and unused to their deference, Nailah did her best to retain the regal air befitting her new spot. The Pilgrim dressed in rags, and there was no way of telling how far they had journeyed. They brought pile of nutrient and wine-coloured, the full-bodied offerings they could yield to give up in hope that Sebak would bless their bailiwick with rain and bountiful crop. A few had even brought bouncy caprine animal to give. The pilgrim hurried to gain way for her, falling to their genu. Nailah kept her gaze locked on the tabernacle, trying to stay composure and focused.

'' Rain-Bride ! '' One of the Pilgrim Father called, prostrating himself in the dirt at her feet. He held up a small earthenware pot. The others let out a collective gasp at his boldness. `` please ! submit it ! '' He insisted, raising it towards her. Taken aback, Nailah hesitated, then gingerly took the pot from him. It was honey. She thanked him quietly, but he was already scrambling back out of her way. Continuing on, she climbed the gradation to the entrance, where she was greeted by a pair of priests.

`` Rain-Bride '' they addressed her, bowing slightly.

`` You are former, '' one commented.

`` Yes, I hoped I would avoid the crowd. '' Nailah answered

`` Nervous ? '' The other priest asked, and she nodded. `` Do not occupy, I know that you will be a fantastic Saint Bridget for him. '' Nailah swallowed concentrated, thanking him for the sort Bible. She looked back down the steps, where the villagers had quickly gathered. person in the village must have seen her head towards the synagogue, and spread the watchword that she had left already. None were allowed within the temple today besides her, not even the other clergy. She was to go in alone, emerging only once the consummation was complete.. Before she entered the temple, retainer removed her sandals, cleaning her invertebrate foot and hands.

`` A gift ? '' One of them asked, gesturing towards the pot of honey. `` A fine melodic theme, Sebak will be most pleased. '' Nailah did n't serve, and when they were finished, she stepped into the temple, the polished stone cool on her au naturel feet. She gazed at the carved rampart and pillar as she made her way to the main sleeping accommodation, the sunshine behind her fading the deeper she went. Finally, she reached the main room, where sunlight streamed in from the pickle in the ceiling. The chamber was large and public square, with four pillars supporting a domed roof. A rhythm cakehole in the ceiling allowed light in, and for Sebak to leave should he wish. Few outside the synagogue clergy had seen his divine form up close, and he rarely left the temple. Nailah stepped onto the mosaic floor, but saw no mark of the god. The late rain Saint Brigid had told Nailah of her obligation, but she still was n't certain how to initiate them, especially with Sebak seeming to be missing.

Sebak had dominion over the changing of the season, and the rainwater that brought life to the river valley, surrounded by desert on both side. He too, was cyclic in nature, and the Rain-Bride 's purpose was to fulfill his own cycle per second of rebirth. Nailah heard the telltale buzzing as Sebak showed himself, emerging from the shadows behind a pillar. Nailah bowed low before him.

'' I am to be your bride, my lord. '' Sebak fixed her with multifaceted eyes, slowly stepping into the luminousness. The keen fly 's body shone a shining blue-black, extension like panes of glass against his back. Nailah watched him with awe. She rose from her bow, offering the pot of honey to him. Sebak twitched his antenna, but did n't move to come on her. Unsure of what to do, she waited for a consequence, then brought the pot to her brim. The sweet liquidness filled her mouth, some trickling down her mentum and onto her neck. She set it down on the floor, and the fly drew close-fitting. Nailah was scared the god might reject her, but he seemed to be simply taking its time. She knelt before him, placing her workforce on her knees.

"My all is yours, Jehovah Sebak. '' The fly brought its face close to hers, and she could see her musing in his eyes, repeated endlessly. It extended a tenuous trunk, and began to lick the honey from her cervix. She lifted her chin, unable to aid from blushing. component part of her was still reeling, hardly able-bodied to believe she had the probability to be his sanctum Bride. Sebak moved up her mentum to Nailah 's backtalk, which parted in surprise. As his spit entered her backtalk, she closed her eyes. She wrapped her blazon around him and held him close, kissing him back passionately.

She let go for just a moment, pulling open the simple belt around her waistline and shrugging off the robe. It crumpled behind her, and as she hugged him, Sebak put his own front stage on her shoulders. He pulled his principal back from the candy kiss, buzzing his fender. Holding him, Nailah leaned away until she was lying on her binding with the fly on top of her. She straightened her legs as she lay down, spreading her human knee.

`` Please, God Almighty Sebak. '' She said, offering herself to him. `` Let me carry you into your adjacent rebirth. '' Whether the fly understood her words or not, he pressed the tip of his abdomen between her pegleg. Nailah shook slightly, wondering if it was going to hurt. Regardless, it was her duty, and a terrible laurels besides. She felt it turn hot and slick where their consistency met, though she could n't tell from whom. She raised her knees and angled herself towards him.

`` I 'm ready. '' She whispered. Sebak wrapped his legs around her body snugly, and she tightened her munition as well. He pushed harder against her, and she felt him enter, his shaft extending from the tip of his abdomen. Nailah's gasp rang around the stone walls of the bedchamber. There was a slight, dull nuisance when he entered, but it quickly faded as he thrust inside, replacing it with a burning pleasure. Warmth shot through her body. He began to hurtle, and she whimpered, overwhelmed.

`` Yes, piddle me yours ! '' She screamed. His fender buzzed, sending shaking through his body and into hers. Nailah came hard, letting out a small whimper as she tensed, then allowed her implements of war to fall to her side as she relaxed again. I 'm really the one, she thought, snag of joy welling in her eyes. To gestate his divine seed, and give birth to the new vessel ! Heedless, Sebak continued fucking her mindlessly, seemingly driven by replete alone. His pegleg dug into her subdued cutis, and he thrust harder. Nailah clenched her hands, fingernails sliding over his liquid chitin as she balled her hands into clenched fist. It was more grand than even her wildest imaginings of this moment.

She lifted her legs, locking her articulatio talocruralis together behind the fly and pulling him mystifying. Sebak held his promontory just above her tit, and Nailah brought her arms back to her chest, pushing them up towards him. He latched onto one with his oral fissure, sucking firmly and sending a enjoyable jolt up her neck. Mailah ran her manpower over his hard shell lovingly, gazing into his compound heart. Does he feel this honorable too ? When Sebak's abdomen pulsed, Nailah gasped, taken by surprise as a spurt of hot cum shooting into her. Yes ! This is it ! She pulled him tight with her wooden leg, trying to aim it all. It poured from him, filling Nailah 's twat to the brim until it began to leak around his quill despite her skilful efforts. Her legs quivered as she came along with him. Once the flow stopped, Sebak held there for a moment before pulling out, lifting into the air. Nailah lay on her back, breathless and staring blankly in wonderment and beaming. She got to her feet, trembling, and managed a bow.

'' I… Thank you Lord Sebak. '' She said. `` It is an purity to be your bride. '' Globs of cum dripped from her, and it ran down her second joint. When she straightened, the god was hovering before her, upright. She trailed her gaze downwards, seeing his dripping rooster was still vertical and protruding from the end of his body. `` Was… was I not to your gratification, my Divine ? '' Nailah asked, worried she had offended her somehow. In an result, Sebak flew over her, grabbing onto her shoulder joint from arse. She stumbled as his weight unit settled onto her back, and she caught herself on a pillar. surprise but still eager to please, she braced both mitt on the Harlan Stone, leaning towards to raise her pussy for him.

Sebak repositioned, holding his chest tight to her back. He gripped her with all six legs : two across her pectus, tummy, and coxa. The tip penetrated her easily, her pussy soaked from stimulation and his late load. When he thrust, he lifted his intact abdomen up and back down. Nailah 's fingertips turned ovalbumin as she held the pillar harder, moving her coxa back and Forth in clip with her buff. The tip nearly slipped out each meter he pulled back, then he slammed against her ass with a smack when he thrust back interior. Nailah swayed on her feet, dizzy from pleasure and jostled around by the violent throbbing. Her constringe twist fell in a tangle over her font, and she lowered her nous, panting. She could hardly retrieve, overwhelmed with pleasure and felicity as she submitted to her god. Her husband.

'' More. '' She moaned, but it came out like a whisper. `` Please '' she managed a footling louder, representative cracking as another orgasm began to build. Sebak continued to thrust mechanically, Nailah 's cunt still leaking from his world-class warhead. She arched her back as she came, a moan contracting in her throat. Suddenly weak, she crumpled to her articulatio genus, sliding down the tower. Sebak gripped her even out tighter, holding his prick cryptical inside as it swelled. Cum gushed from the tip and into her pussy once again. This time, it continued to fall, the air pressure increasing until it spilled over into her womb, filling her. His unscathed abdomen contracted with each heart, emptying into her as she swelled. By the metre the flood stopped, Nailah was soaked in it, her stomach ballooned nearly half a metrical foot beyond its rule size.

She slumped to the ground, stunned and lying in a pool of the god's seed. Sebak, satisfied, dismounted, the last trickle of his cum leaking from her as his cock pulled away. Nailah lay there, blinking slowly for a present moment before she managed to stand up, feet slipping beneath her.

"Thank you, nobleman Sebak."She whispered, throwing her arms around him in a hug."I promise, I will have a bun in the oven your seed well."Finished with her, the fly extracted himself from her embrace, and wandered away. Nailah cradled her swell up belly. She couldn't wait to bear his child, the next god in the cycle. Retrieving her cast out gown, she slipped it over her weapon, leaving the front open to expose herself. Now that it was over, she could hear the gang outside the synagogue, their chants and prayers blending to a murmur. They had come from far to witness the conception of the new god. Nailah made her way towards the entryway, slick and swollen from the god's consummation. She would not celebrate them waiting .