Embrace the big tiddy golden Goddess

You don't feel like you are entirely in control of yourself as you step forward with arms wide. The Mother warps her arms around your neck so you have to wrap the around her waist. The sheer size of her chest means that you can't get very entwined in the hug. Until the Mother lifts her chest and pulls you close enveloping your head between her golden globes.

She coos in delight. "Oh my Heart, how I've longed to feel your arms around me." Her voice is muffled due to the boob earmuffs. "How I wish your mother were with us. How proud of she saw was." She kissed your forehead and you are suddenly filled with a somewhat confusing feeling. The only way you have to make sense of it is the feeling of someone being proud of you multiplied of eighteen years.

A familial essence mingles with the feeling. You know your fathers presence better than anyone's you can feel a parental bond and this essence wasn't from him. "Mom?" The word slips out in confusion and you look up from between boob canyon and receive a warm loving smile.

"I knew her well. When I blessed her with child she saw me. Every day before you were born we would commune. She loved you with all her being and her dearest wish for you to grow into the man you have become." She kissed your forehead again and you were overwhelmed with parental love once more. "I do not know why she refused my Children from tending to her during the birth but I could not reject her choice." You see a tear slip from her eye and run down her cheek. "But you are here now my Heart, and together we can bring my Daughter to this world, and through your life together you can show this world the love and joy I can bring to all."

The Mother beamed down at you and after the repeated love bombing to your brain you weren't able to think of much. "Daughter?" You ask, that was about the only thing that got through.

"Of course my Heart, I cannot visit this world in my glory." You feel your cloths fall to the ground as you are suddenly stripped. "Become my Champion, join with me and together we can bring my Daughter into this world, your perfect companion."

The Mother let you go and you fell back from the booby embrace. "What?" You asked. The slight pause from the overwhelming parental love gave you a chance to think. "You knew my Mother?"

"Of course my Heart, she did not follow me but she was my friend and I loved her as I love all." The Mother said then put her hand on your chest. You felt yourself falling slowly backwards. Before you could panic about the falling the Mother planted her lips on yours. As your back landed on the ground the Mother landed on your hips. Your erection sandwiched between your bodies, her dripping warmth slowly grinding along your length as she let out a moan. "My Heart please become my Champion join with me." She leaned back to sit upright. "Give me your seed so your Clare can be born."

That word snapped you back a little. Why was she talking about her sister and giving birth to her? "Clare?"

"Your mother told me she if she ever had a daughter she would have named her Clare. It would be my highest honour to carry her wish on." She leaned down and kissed your forehead again flooding you with another round of parental love and affection. The fact that while you were feeling this very parental love she was visiting some very sexual actions upon your groin made for an extremely confusing juxtaposition of emotions.

"What's happening?" You ask looking to your side away from the Mother to try and figure out the non-sexual and sexual feeling of love currently in your brain. You looked at Oriana, sitting still staring at the alter and not looking at the Mother. Well that didn't make sense and apparently there is nothing in this world that can bring rationality back to your mind like a logical inconsistency. You wonder is that says something about you. "What happened to them?"

"This moment is between us my Heart." The Mother answers grinding her hips on your cock. "Please become my Champion, I can feel your need," she ground her hips a little more and you feel her slip over your crown eliciting a moan from you, "Can you feel mine, my burning desire for your seed? My love for you? Your Clare needs to come into this world, gift me your seed my Heart." The Mother moaned grinding her hips in time each word.

The competition between the sexual and non-sexual feels was being resolved in the former. Your hands found the Mothers hips and she let out a thankful, "YES, my champion. Fill me show me your love." You shifted your hips to do just that when a very sudden chill went down your spine. The mother seemed to feel it as well and she looked around for a moment.

Clare, the other Goddess not your would be daughter, must have sent that shiver. You weren't sure what the rule of this game were but the reminder of said rule made you recall something she had said 'no champion no touching'. Yet here you were holding a pair of breeding hips as a sopping Goddess ground against you.

Her hips felt a little less firm and she suddenly stood. "I am sorry my Heart. I am rushing you." She took a step back. "Becoming my Champion is not a decision to be made lightly." She reached a hand down to you. You take it and feel yourself simply rotated back onto your feet yet you couldn't feel her hand. "Leave for now. Return tomorrow so we may consummate our love." She smiled warmly and a golden light started to shine from her. "I love you more could ever know my Heart, your absence even for a day with be a great weight to bare." She blew you a kiss and you felt it hit you with another eighteen years worth of parental love.

The light grew brighter and you you closed your eyes, you feel only warmth and love.

Then the light and feelings were gone. You blink a few times, you are back to your original position by the alter and reclothed. As one every one of the women doubled over and moaned a guttural cry. You didn't know why when you remembered something, you had absorbed their auras and you couldn't feel those auras anymore. When the Mother or whoever put you back the auras must have been release which means that while you had had minutes between all those maternal feelings of love, adoration, affection and and non-maternal sexual craving they had received them all in an instant.

You looked at the Priestess who was on her knees staring up glassy eyed with tears falling from her face. "The Mother, I can feel her. I can feel her love."

"She's with us." Oriana echoed with tears of joy on her own face. She jumped from her seat and wrapped her arms around you. "THANK YOU." She cried into your shoulder. "I knew it was real. I knew she saved me through you." She squeezed you as if she would washed away in the tidal wave of the external emotions she had just endured.

Cynthia looked at you with a mixture of awe and not quite coherent comprehension. You're brain had been wiped but had time to recover the fact she was even kinda coherent meant she was handling it way better than you had even though you had time between each hit.

Auria had grabbed Lucia and was making out with the girl. You couldn't see Lucia but considering how **** she was about this, that was going to be a thing once you had left.

You lifted Oriana from you and set her next to the Priestess, they grabbed onto each other as soon as they were close. You looked at the assembled women having just experienced what they are probably taking as religious revelation and you came to a decision.

You weren't dealing with this. The Mother, or the Goddess role-playing the Mother or whatever, had. While they had only experienced it because you had absorbed their aura that was not your fault, that is on whoever wrote the ritual book, they should have put warning labels on the pages. It is not that much to ask for. You activate your magic and leg it. Surely this time running will work out perfectly and you aren't going to be ambushed.

You manage to make it out the door when surprised holds you still long enough to be noticed. "Christopher." Anastasia's personal guard said standing right outside the door glaring at you. "Your carriage is here." She stepped to the side and you saw a royal carriage on the road.

Ok from here on whenever you run it is out the window and you do not even consider all the other times it hasn't worked.

You walked down the small pathway from the Church to the carriage. The door opens for you and you feel a dark presence inside. Maybe you should run.

"Christopher!" The hiss from inside carriage reminded you of your decision to run first and think later. You swallow around your suddenly dry throat and step into the carriage. Anastasia is glaring at you but that isn't the worst part, Isabelle is grinning at you from the corner.

You might die here.

"Nice to see you again Christopher." Isabelle said with a smile that didn't reach past the bottom of her nose.

You might be skinned alive and die here.

"Sit." Anastasia growled her aura was controlled but barely, that much seething anger was hard to hide. She was by the closest window and Isabelle was on the far window. You very carefully moved inside and sat between them. Anastasia didn't turn to look at you but Isabelle watched you move her aura as cold as ever.

You will be skinned alive and die here.

"Mother wants to see you." Isabelle said almost happily.

Oh so it's going to be royal skinning then official execution, what fun.

As the carriage starts to roll and the silence become more than just palpable. You hope those Goddesses are as happy to interfere here as they were previously. At least one of them seemed fine with role-playing the Mother and honestly divine intervention might be your only way out right now.