From the aftermath brought on by love and fear, lust and bloodshed, as well as growth and decay; life will emerge. Through love and faith the gods will provide, and through their wrath they will destroy.
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A lone man prays to his goddess that after the many years he had fought in her name, she could give him a family to care for. He asks not for his old wounds to be healed nor his heart restored.
War had long since torn from him his arm and rattled his mind, but he only asks for a loving woman and devoted children.
Precious eyes to look upon him as not a victim of war, but the victor and a hero to his nation.
You, as the Goddess, listened as you always had. His many wishes had always come with a price deemed worth paying.
For his glory in battle he paid with a piece of his mind, and through sparing his brother in arms he lost a piece of his body.
Yet he trusts in you, to ask for more; and You will listen to him. You're most devoted follower, James Buchanan Barnes.
He had never faltered in providing his offerings to feed you when others left you hungry. Every night he would burn your candle to shed light through the void when so many left you blind. His faith never wavered and your eye never wandered from him, your beloved soldier.
Through his admiration, you would grant him another gift. This gift of love that no mortal woman could feel as you did for him.
He leaves the temple to return to his home. As he sleeps you appear upon the blanket beside him in a faint and non blinding burst of light.
This light presses into itself and forms into a woman of fair face with her knees pulled forward to her chest and her heels pressed to her buttocks.
You, having been this godly light, are now this woman presenting herself to him.
With your legs tucked towards you he can see the pinkened petals of your flower. This such flower is glossy with your dew as you ready for him.
James is in awe at the manifestation of this beautiful creature, and at first does not dare move in her presence. Such meek behavior would not last and soon he slides his rough hand along your soft skin. He will curiously fondle you until he has made himself hard and your delicate slit is slickened with pleasure.
His pointer finger dives into this wetness to test your warm waters and from your lips he draws your voice. A series of huffs and whines not befitting a godly being.
To him it is music like no other. Uncontrolled like the crash of thunder on a once quiet night, yet soft like a brush of wind in a sail.
Once his member reaches its superior length and stiffness he presents it to you. He pulls his bed clothes from his sculpted body to show his hardened cock bobbing against the solid plains of his abdomen.
You allow him to pull your legs apart and he spreads you farther open to receive him.
His tip brushes along your lower lips and pushes in to penetrate this newly created chasm.
You will for the first time in your celestial life, feel pain as he spreads apart your walls with his throbbing shaft. He has made many sacrifices for you, and you will sacrifice yourself to this pain for him.
Soon it burns away and you feel the warmth of his being tickle your deepest part with a now abrupt pleasure.
The push and pull of his hips draws his member to strum against your sensitive love tunnel. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull his body to lay upon yours and through the night passion is made.
James worships your flesh with his body as his words had worshiped your work. He pulls from you a bright and hot sense of bliss that coils tight in your stomach, as he also reaches his climax.
You lose your sense of bearing to this intense feeling and he has you singing louder. His name erupts from your lungs to echo off the walls of his home.
He matches your music with his own voice as he sends you over the edge.
That bliss bursts, and fire is flooding your veins as he breathes new life into your womb.
His body shudders above yours, and his cock twitches as he spills his seed into your hidden garden.
Like the delicate lily and tough briar, it is here a child will grow.
He continues to hold you tightly to him as your breaths mingle as you each pant for air.
When he finally speaks he asks "what am I to give our goddess in exchange for this marvelous gift?"
He knows not your true nature and and in this heated moment still thinks to repay you. To this You chuckle. This laughter is light and womanly, and although it confuses him a little he smiles as well.
"You will give to me your love and devotion as you had before. Except, now I can return it more directly."
His eyes widened while searching into yours for more answers. Realizing his goddess lies with him.
"What will become of the land and my people in your absence?"
You curl closer into his grasp to deepen the embrace and leave room near his ear to whisper your answer.
"I have forfeited my old responsibilities to what once were my sons and daughters, to become your woman and bear your children as you asked of me. Please accept my body and soul even in my now weak state."
He pulls back to meet your gaze. In his eyes is warm joy and it overflows down his cheeks. It is enough to make even you share his tears and shake. These human emotions are all so new and you show your undivine submission to him by bowing your head to press your face to his chest.
yet he cradled you tighter as the most precious being he could hope to hold.
"You will always be mighty to me and I will worship you as such."
You do not regret the sacrifice you made for him and revel in his embrace as he cuddles you close to him.
In the many years to come he showers you with love and admiration more so than he had at your alters.
In exchange you shared with him your love as well, and bore him many devoted children.