Planting a seed

Drumdra moved quickly, he would have only about a minute before Sheyla would wake back up from her sexual nirvana. He looked into puddle upon the mine and let his eyes wander until he found who he was looking for. An orc woman, strong and tall despite all curses, and clearly pregnant. He channeled all the energy he had gained from the Goddesses worship into the unborn child.

'He shall be strong and tall,

he shall be smart and fast,

magic may not sway him,

blades may not cut him,

he will be my champion,

he will be our saviour,

his name will be Rhandrem!'

His power roared up, amplified by the deep rage that had overtaken his soul, and blessed the unborn child. Drumdra collapsed, he had poured all of his strength into that boy. He breathed heavily and stuggled to get up, when he heard the Goddess moaning on the bed. He quickly moved to the edge of the bed and knelt, placing his palms on his knees facing upward. Now was time for the second act.

"Hmmmn, what, what happened?", Sheyla blinked multiple times, looking around in confusion and finding the kneeling Drumdra. Suddenly she shot up, "YOU, YOU RAVAGED ME!", she yelled in an accusatory tone. "I worshipped you Goddess, as you allowed me to do, but I did not cum, as you forbade me.", Drumdra simply replied. "Hmpf.", She crossed her arms and pouted. Clearly this hadn't gone the way she thought but she couldn't deny that he spoke the truth. Her legs were also still numb and her lower parts were tingling. "I told you to stop!", she claimed but stopped herself, "Wait, did I?". "You did not, Goddess.", Drumdra said. "So you would have stopped if I had ordered it?", her face showed she was slowly staring to accept that she enjoyed this whole thing. "Of course Goddess, I am only a vehicle for your pleasure.", again he put on the most submissive tone he could manage.

There was a minute of silence. "Fine.", she said and stood up, almost stumbling a few times on her shaky legs. When she reached the edge of the bed where Drumdra was kneeling, she sat down and spread her legs. "Kiss my divine pussy and thank me for allowing you to worship me.", she ordered, having regained her composure and dominance. Drumdra complied immediately and kissed her swollen clit. He felt her tense up, clearly fighting a moan. "Thank you, Goddess, for allowing this slave to worship you.", he said while looking up at her from between her legs. Suddenly she wrapped one leg around his neck and hooked it under the other, forcing his face into her wet slit. "Don't forget your place slave.", she snarled and tightened the grip of her legs around his neck. Drumra was struggling to breathe and started desperately licking and sucking her clit in the hope she may let go. Eventually everything went dark.

When he woke up he was in the position she had left him the first time, kneeling and bound by many chains over the puddle. Sheyla had left one of her heels in range for him to lick with a little note stating 'If you miss your Goddess'. The humiliation was eating him alive, but his plan had worked out perfectly. He had used her sexual inexperience to turn the tables and gained a part of her power in doing so. Then he managed to buy the time to pour that power into his chosen champion. Lastly, the Goddess was convinced that nothing unusual had happened. He laughed, he couldn't help himself. The chains rattled and strained trying to contain the Gods laughter. They held, for now.