Everything is going according to plan.

Who was Melena really?

You had a sliver of muscle, but were hardly a warrior. Good luck rather than strength or cunning saved you from your homeland's destruction. The Shining Stone was NEVER going to entrust the fate of the world solely to you.

But there was boon to your survival. Young, beautiful, fertile, fate had graced it with a bargaining chip. You had thought that the choices you made to reach this point had been your own. You had thought the Swamp Beast had found you by chance. You were wrong, and now you think now more.

But nothing was lost. Your simple mind had been easy for the Shining Stone to influence, pushing you to travel the route it wanted as it sought out a worthy ally. It had called to the Swamp Beast, making an offer, an exchange to earn its aid. You were not the herald who would carry the Shining Stone to the Druids, you were a sacrifice meant for the creature you had called 'Swamp Beast', an ancient deity of the land. The Stone promised it your body, promised it many more women, if it would complete the task.

The creature...the God, sips some of your bountiful breast milk as it stretches out upon dry land for the first time in centuries. It had retreated from the world, but had deemed your flesh to be a worthy reward for returning to it.

History would little care who Melena was. You little cared now too, stretched out on the God's back you enjoy the sun on your bare skin, the feel of his tentacles holding you tight, and the way his solid body crushes against your breasts. You look forward to your next fucking, you looking forward to swelling with his children. Your role in this tale now that of witness and prize.