Xasandra, draconic goddess of fertility and deliverer of all bounty, stands before the newest convert to her worship. The goddess’s newly grown cock glistens in the sunlight, dripping with the juices of its genesis.
Before her, the human woman Tirna spreads her legs for the first time, her elbows supporting her as she sits upon the mossy earth of the goddess’s divine realm.
“You can feel the anticipation welling up within you, can’t you?” the goddess asks, hands sliding up and down her scaled body. One cups a bountiful breast, squeezing it. Droplets of milk slip out from between her fingers, rolling down as rivulets down the back of her hand and her arm.
Tirna gulped, her mouth going dry as she stared at the wonderful body of the woman, the miracle, before her. She nods, squeaking out an affirmation.
“Very good,” The goddess says, her free hand wrapping around that feminine cock. She strokes along that thing, slipping the lubrication over it, licking her lips. “For it has been awhile since I have sired a new life into the world. Those born of my womb are of this realm, but those who take root within the body of a mortal are meant for greatness in yours.”
“T… there are others out here…?  In your realm?”
Xasandra climbs down onto her knees, grabbing the woman’s thighs and pulling them apart. “Perhaps,” she coos, letting the cock rest upon the servant’s pelvic mound. “But your womanhood is for mine this day.”
The dragon pulls her hips back, her cock sliding across that untested womanhood. Those lips, enver having tasted a penis before, salivate in their preparation.
When the tip presses against their folds, Tirna blushes, bringing her legs together, clamping them around the goddess’s sides.
“Don’t you worry, my dear,” the dragon coos, brushing her palm along Tirna’s cheek. “I shall take care of you. Shh… shss….”
She pushes forward, but in a slow, deliberate action. Despite the anticipation of the human woman, her inexperience in the realm of sex, she accepts it eagerly, if only with a few hesitations from her body.
“You are so tense right now,” the goddess says, laying down upon the woman. Their breasts press together as the weight of the deity’s curvacious body warms up the already warmed skin of the woman.
“I… I’m worried, but…”
“But there’s nothing to worry about. I shall take care of you, if you follow me.”
“O… of course…” Tirna says, her lips quivering.
Hesitating for but a moment, Tirna presses her lips against the dragon’s mouth, pecking her.
“How adorable,” the dragon says, pulling her hips back. She pushes them in gently more, inching further within.
“Ah!?”
From that gasp, Xasandra’s tongue can enter Tirna’s mouth, slithering around, filling her.
Tirna’s eyes roll back, and her body collapses into a puddle of sensation and delight. She Parts of her relax, while others tense up. She grips onto that muscled and scaled back of the matronly deity. Her thighs preass against wherever they could. Her toes curl, and she pushes her hisp up,
The goddess pulls her mouth back, slurping her tongue in after the fact, licking her lips. “Still so tense. That’s alright, though. We shall make sure that you are pleased before the day is through.”
She pushes forward again, hands resting upon her servant’s butt, lifting her up gently to give it a mroe adequate angle. The length slips in, then pulls out, and then it slips in further.
Tirna sighs, loosening the grip on her thighs, letting her hands finally fall to the sides, and she just learns to let go and let the goddess have her way.
She closes her eyes, biting her lips, humming in delight as the pace quickens and her walls give way, giving up.
“My, my, you’re an active girl, aren’t you?” the goddesss says, pushing her way deeper, filling the woman up, a bulge forming in her stomach from the sheer girth of the cock.
“A… aah…. Nnnnn…?
“That’s fine,” the goddess coos, kissing upon the woman’s neck. She nuzzles her, licking the sensitive skin.
“Let’s get ready for the real fun,” the goddesss says, pushing her hips forward, making that thing slip deeper to the point where finally their bodies connect.
The woman underneath grits her teeth, her body quivering. Never had she felt something so rigid within her. It’s so different than that tongue that invated her earlier, and so much better!
“Good,” The goddess growls, pulling back and slapping her hips agianst the woman’s body. This begins the thrusting, plapping pace that continues their fucking, all the while the goddess licks and kisses over her servant’s body, cooing and whispering gently into her with the language of dragonkinds.
Tirna huffs and gasps with higher and higher pitch as the goddess claims her every inch , slapping aginast her body, rubbing and stimulating and hitting her spot over and over again.
“I’m getting close, dear…” the goddess says. “Soon, you’ll have my child!”
“Y… yes!” the woman cries, her thighs squeezing the goddess. Her legs wrap around her, pulling her in, forcing her deep, connecting the two together like never before.
The woman howls in pure delight as her walls contract around that cock, her world rocked in ways she’d never have in the ralms of mortality. She knows htis, and she loves the goddess for showing her this.
But even that climactic high is nothing compared to the sheer torrent of warmth that shoots up into her, deluging her with the seeds of new life, swimming deep in her warm body, seeking the egg that is in there, and burrowing into it.
All this she feels and she knows on an instinctual level. And the goddess does not pull away, keeping into her, huffing and nuzzling against Tirna’s neck.
“And soon,” the goddess says, “you shall be a mother.
“But more than that, you are my divine herald… and to be that, you shall be reborn.”
“W… what shall I do…?’ Tirna asks.
“Soon, you shall see,” the goddess says, picking the woman up, wrapping her in a tight embrace.