The Highs and Lows of a pregnant Goddess

It has been over a month since Elisia and Annia tried their little ritual.

While Elisia was doing her usual job - citing complaints from wandering souls and other cthonian gods, delegating with gods from the Realm of the Gods and the mortal realm in-between, making sure that the balance between life and **** were secure and existentially sound - Annia was a nervous wreck. The Goddess of Darkness could even swear that she could see a small trench formed in the throne room with all of the paranoid pacing she did. Elisia was calm and assured that the ritual was a success, but this did nothing to reassure her wife.

Annia had just came back from a visit with her older sister - the Matron Goddess of Motherhood - and was bouncing on her heels with joy. The ritual was a success. Inside the goddess's belly, just behind her navel, filling the contents of her previously barren womb was now the presence of a new god or goddess in the making. Annia was sure that the baby was going to be a girl. Whether this was 'mother's intuition' or because they had reincarnated a woman's soul to conceive this child, Elisia would never guess.

Since Elisia had poured her essence into Malarye's soul before Annia absorbed her, the baby would be her child just as much as any man would be the father of their own child, and like a father she could not feel more proud, both towards her wife and for herself. When Annia came home with the news, she wasted no time in hoisting the now-mother of her child over her shoulder where she brought her to their room, cancelling all of her appointments that day so that she could make love to her wife for the rest of the day and night.

It was two months since she was pregnant and the earlier symptoms were starting to show. Morning sickness was hard on the normally optimistic goddess of youth, often running out of the room at random times to empty the contents of her stomach.

She was also suffering from some of the weirdest of mood swings. Her mother-in-law Florae told her that she she was pregnant with Annia, she was plagued with odd spells of inappropriate optimism that usually crept up on her, a sign that Annia was going to be a goddess full of laughter and joy. With Annia, the opposite was true. Sometimes she would Elisia up in the middle of the night, crying about someone who prayed to her for their child who had died or for their pregnant spouse to survive a sickness. At other times, she would wake-up on the wrong side of the bed. She would drag herself out of bed in a bad mood, often grunting when Elisia would ask if she was alright or snap at her.

It was five months had passed since they had conceived and the curve of her stomach started to swell.

Annia had a mirror moved into their room so that she could have a better look at her ever expanding belly, getting giddy whenever she thought that it grew a little.

While Elisia thought her excitement was a little much whenever she thought this, Elisia could not help but notice Annia's breasts. Annie always had her breasts exposed, so Elisia would often stare just to appreciate them, so of course she would not help but notice that they were growing too. Not only that but her nipples, which were originally a bright pink that matched her labia, were now turning brown. Annia would complain that they were starting to feel sore, and when they had sex, she found them to be much more sensitive when Elisia touched them.

Speaking of sex. There was a lot of that. The promiscuous goddess of youth was always ready for a roll in the hay, and pregnancy made her ravenous.

Annia was on her knees as Elisia fucked from behind, using a double-sided sex-toy one of Annia's sisters have given them as a wedding present.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck! Fuck me like that!"

Elisia sped up as she slammed into her wife harder with the marble phallas, her hands on her perfect ass before both of them orgasmed, the toy sliding out of both of them as both fell on their sides. Annia moved onto her back as she already started fingering herself in full-view. Elisia needed a break, so she moved in and began to eat her out, tasting the fresh pussy juice that had gushed from her last orgasm.

It was good for the baby, so why not do it?

Annia was eight months pregnant and she could pop any day now. Her stomach was perfectly round like the full moon. Her breasts lay on her pregnant belly, her nipples dark like chocolate. The baby seemed ready to come out any day now as it moved around so much you could practically see it exploring its hands and feet from inside of its mommy. Annia was always seen with a plate of fruit or some food around her as she was always hungry. She had cramps, the baby moving made her feel sick, and Elisia thought she couldn't be more beautiful.

Elisia was done for the day and she wanted to spend every waking moment with them. Annia had only just then started to lactate, her breasts swollen and sore, so Elisia thought to relieve her wife of her suffering as she put the bead of her nipple on her mouth as she tasted her milk. A part of her found the idea rather arousing, something that was actually very normal both among gods and humans. Annia did not object, the pressure on her breasts relieving as Elisia suckled from her.

The milk was sweet, if not chalky, and she found that she savored it whenever Annia asked her to feed. As Elisia fed, she felt her belly, finding that the baby's movements followed the stranger's hand, something that made Elisia's heartache. Her hand eventually dug beneath Annia's panties as she fingered her wife, bringing her quick to orgasm thanks to the stimulation in her breasts.