...Seeds?

I cradled her within my vines as her body **** my spawn out of her, muffling her voice with a tentacle down her throat. While her body certainly does strain, the nature of the 'children', if one could call them than, at least minimized how much of a mess this was. Not things of flesh and blood, instead arm-long raindrop-shaped seed spread her slit open, her body pushing it out in a small spray of birthing fluids. Her belly slowly shrinks with each of my spawn she brings forth into this world, while I set the future monstrous plants calmly aside. Eventually, her own middle is finally free of my spawn after the 13th seed she pushes out-and I set her down next to the pile of seeds to let her recover. I give her a few moments to catch her breath before I ask "Can you walk?" Remembering the Mark, I decide to phrase that as an order instead, for better results. "Stand up."

There's an incoherent groan from her as she complies, her unsteady legs slowly raising her up. She leans against one of my vines for support as she awaits my next order-or really, just tries to gather her wits while still complying with my last one. She eventually turns her head to look at the fruits of her labor. "...those came out of me!?" she eventually exclaims, a bit of some emotion I can't place. Definitely not a positive one, though.

Nevertheless, with the mark assuring her compliance, I have no need to sugar coat anything to her. "Yes. They will be the first of many. I had already intended them as a little gift for you all-but recent events only make it all the more imperative. Now-these things aren't going to just plant themselves-so let's get to it! Grab a spade, and meet me where we first met". She groaned in displeasure as the took wobbly steps to follow her order. In the meantime, for the first time since I've got here, I use my Divine-granted spell to assume a human shape. A large, matronly figure, towering and curvy. Regrettably, as I'd found while trying to cast, it seems I'm stuck within human standard for now, so neither aspect was quite to the degree I wanted-looks like the Gwynevere cosplay will have to wait for another day. I gather up the seeds the best I can, and transport them, a few at a time. Would have gone faster if I'd stayed in my monstrous shape, but it was nice to enjoy having normal arms and legs again for a little change of pace, plus I didn't want to wake anyone with all the noise I make stomping around.

Despite my change of shape, it seems the former zealot recognized be as I sat cross-legged where she had once seen me planted, approaching me while using her shovel like a cane to help support her. Perhaps a little side effect of her affliction? Always knows her master? "How did you-"

"Us gods are creatures of this world-and may take many shapes to move amongst it. There is some truth to legends of us walking amongst our flock. Perhaps not with the frequency you'd expect-but possible nonetheless. Anyways, start planting them in rows , leaving about three man's height of space between each." Not sure if they still had the same measurements here, so I went with something she could definitely get. She nodded and want along with it, moving to dig narrow holes as I filled the space in with the seed and covered them. Hours of work later, and she's utterly spent from the exertion-resting among my coils for the evening while I'm back to the old spot, watching over the little field of monstrous plants starting to grow, while I gently use her body to put the next round inside her.