Myria chooses the town

As Myria lay amongst the ravages of her clothing and the afterglow of the nymph’s seeding, she idly considered her directions. She felt sated and sedate, the grass soft beneath her and pleasant against her flushed skin. However, even as she lay there, she recognized that staying in the forest for much longer would hardly be ideal. Already she could hear the buzz of biting insects, a breeze bearing the first chill of autumn, and a root digging into her foot.

“Mmm,” Myria hummed. “A town does sound good. Somewhere I can be properly…tended to.” She reached down to her belly and felt the smooth skin. She could faintly feel the seed within her, a warmth of growing life, but one built upon the consummation of pleasure and lust rather than love. The fallen goddess lightly sucked upon an index finger, smiling in delight as the sudden thought of going to the town and taking control of the no doubt sexually frustrated knight who made his home there, taking him as her new lover. It might not be the life one expected as a goddess, but it was a start.

Her decision made, Myria rose to her feet. She let the rags of her clothing hang off her, barely even noticing, for what shame had she in her body? Was it not perfect? The strips of cloth fluttered in the wind, baring the lively soft pink of breast, ass and pussy to the air as she strode towards the direction the nymph indicated. With every swaying step she felt the seed within her and grew more accustomed to the added weight and soon did not even notice it.

It took perhaps a quarter of an hour walking for her to reach the edge of the forest. As the last tree fell away she found herself before a packed earth pathway snaking away in either direction, skirting the body of the forest. Her feet had begun to ache, and with the pain came an annoyance that the spoiled goddess at once wished to vent. Why did the path have to be so hard? Why did she have to soil her feet in the dust of the road? Why couldn’t she have shoes or a carriage delivered unto her? This was all the fault of those other prudish gods. Her temper waxed, her full lips pouting. In such a mood, she stepped onto the hard trail and set off to the south and the lord’s keep.