Continue talking.

Perhaps it's not a good idea, however, as she is a god, and doing so would be a tremendously bold and risky thing to do. So you easily suppress your urges, as you often do. You realize that molesting a god would have likely been the last thing you ever did in this Domain. How could you have even thought about doing such a crazy thing? You get your mind out of the gutter and resume talking to Lactissa.

"I see." you say slowly, with slight concern. "This is all amazing and everything, but I-I'm just not a very sexual person. I mean, I definitely get... urges... sometimes, but I never act on them. I'd still feel wrong doing things here. It's just not me."

"That's all good and well, and to be expected of a person such as yourself. Again, I applaud you for your selflessness, but please, let your desires run free here. Act on your urges. I won't **** you to do anything, but if you aren't going to take advantage of this gift I am giving you then I might as well wake you up from this dream and send you back home."

"No!" you exclaim quickly, prompting a brief chuckle from the centaur goddess, "I understand. This is a place for me to enjoy myself and do what I truly want."

"That's correct." she says. "Now, I think I have done enough explaining, so I think it is time that I leave you to enjoy yourself. If you need anything, you must only ask, and I will appear. Now, go forth and please yourself. Just remember, indulge."

And as quick as she appeared, the God of Sex reared up on her hind legs and vanished with a flash of bright light and white mist, leaving you alone with the birds and bugs above you in the field. You catch your bearings and rise back up from the small pallet of cloth and velvet you had arrived on. You take a moment to relax and take in your surroundings. The place you are in is indeed beautiful. Before you are able to become too enthralled in the beauty of this realm, a tingle in your groin jolts you, feeling as if your nether regions have swollen. You investigate by unfastening your belt from your waist and allowing your trousers to fall to your feet. You let out a gasp as you peer down at your newly-formed member, your cock now much larger than before. It is soft, but now the same size as it used to be when erect, which, even then, it was still rather large. This is perhaps a parting gift from Lactissa. A rush of newfound credence and arousal soon overtakes you. Pulling your trousers back up to your waist and tucking your enlarged penis away, you look out to the distant pond with the naked women, and begin walking.