The worship goes to her head.

You awaken the next day with a note from Emma on your chest. On the front it has your name written in flowing handwriting. You open it and look inside. First, you see a note saying "Your goddess demands an altar. It must be large enough for a person of your size to be able to spread out fully.The enclosed money ought to be enough."

Well, you get up, plan out your route then get your car and set out on your task.

First, you go out to a lumber yard and purchase some handsome oak. Hopefully, it is large enough to fulfill the demand of Emma. Next you head out to a specialty store you had noticed before, picking up incense, rose out, and a dozen unscented white candles.

Once home you lay out all of the wooden pieces you have and begin working to build an altar worthy of Goddess Emma. You think back to shop class with Mr. Williams. That was your favorite class in high school and you almost wish you had gone through with Mr. Williams' advice to become a carpenter. You shake your head and reject that thought. After all, if you had done that, you might not have met the woman of your dreams, Emma. You get to work and, after several hours of frenzied building, you have constructed a large, thick oaken table upon which the weight of many offerings could be supported.

You had just finished rubbing the rose oil into the wood and cleaning up the scraps left over from your crafting when Emma walked in.

"Wow John! I must say I am impressed. This is a fine place for sacrifices to be dedicated to me. In fact, I think you should offer yourself to me right now. Now lie on the table!" You climb upon the altar and lie down. "No, John. Take off your clothes." You quickly rip them off, but take time to fold them and put them neatly to the side. Even in the midst of a sort of erotic fever, you cannot forget your need to keep the house of the mistress clean.

There she stands before you, naked. She must have stripped while you were doing your folding. "For doing so well in your task I will give you a blessing." In one smooth motion she climbs upon the altar, straddles you, and pushes your throbbing penis inside. Slowly, she begins to ride you. With each sinuous movement a heavenly pleasure permeates your dick. "Oh, what a good boy you are," Emma croons. "For your sake, how about I speed it up a bit?" Immediately she begins to move like a piston, making you thrust inside of her more times than you could count. Mindful of her pleasure, you reach out and begin to play with her clit, despite the difficulties of her rapid movement. Beginning to groan, she puts her hands on your chest. As you feel her vagina quivering with the anticipation of an orgasm, she scratches your chest, growling as her she comes over your cock. Despite feeling like you might burst, you don't cum.

Again she begins the ritual through which her blessing is given. She begins slow, but speeds up until again she reaches the threshold of orgasm. "John, COME!" Allowed to release your seed you ejaculate forcefully into her womb, just at the same point she orgasms all over your penis.

She collapses on top of you, breathing heavy, yet with you still inside her. "You know John, I have gained great power in gaining such a faithful worshipper as you. However, as a goddess, I must grant boons to all of my people. Therefore, I have been thinking of using you to solve my friends' problems. {friendhated} has been complaining about not being able to have a decent screw for quite a while and no one is better than you are now. And Sophia has been complaining too, wanting to have a baby, but wanting the father to be someone who loves her. It would be simple enough to order you to love her and therefore grant her wish. I just don't know who I am going to give my blessing to first?"