You are "sacrificed" to their goddess

One evening your pulled along by your nipple chains to the center of the camp. A platform has been erected there with an alter at the top. surrounding it sit several smaller platforms each with what looks like a new captive tied to a post. Large bonfires light up the camp in the twilight, casting the dancing shadows of the onlookers across the tents. All the pregnant women of the camp are lined up in a circle around the platforms.

your lead up stairs to the top of the center platform and are placed on you back, on the alter, the shaman ties you down linking more chains to your rings and collar. He begins to paint the same symbols on you again, they've begun to dye you skin faintly pink already so he's mostly tracing that. You never cared about the gentle sensation of the brush along your body, its to soft to stimulate you, but this time it starts to burn, slowly becoming a real scorching heat. It feels just like the times you've been branded and your pussy floods immediately you begin squirting violently arcs of girl cum splash on the ground. Unlike the other times the heat isn't subsiding it's almost burrowing into your brain, he begins to chant and although you can't concentrate on anything other then the burning you become aware that the moon is now very high in the sky this night and full.

After countless minutes the shaman stops his chant and lifts a bone knife with two hands, although tiny to him it could easily cut you in two, fearing **** and unable to move you simply hope that your perverted to enjoy **** as much as you love suffering.

Instead the creature plunges the knife into his own chest cutting and breaking its own ribs, and ripping out its own heart it's eyes have rolled back and somehow its keeps moving, silently it lifts the heart above your head and lets the blood still dripping out fall on you. It moves it across your body painting a line from your head to your sex straight down you. as it finishes the heart explodes into flame that follow the creatures arm and then engulf it.

All of a sudden you feel very strange, before you were experiencing endless orgasms from the **** but now your head is feeling tight. Like something is squeezing it and there's not enough room. You scream this time in real fear something you thought you forgot how to do. You become fixated on the moon while this happens why does it seem so big how can it feel like its getting closer. your sex and your womb seem to heat up you fell like somethings touching you inside.

After you yell the audience does to. The beasts roar at the sky and the fallen women like you howl in ecstasy throwing themselves at the nearest master. Each of the new captives tied to posts is violently taken their cries added to the cacophony. You can feel the offering of their chastity some how and feel bliss at the knowledge that they with birth more minotaur young. The pressure on your head subsides and you blink for a moment feeling like you fell asleep for a moment.

You relax listening to the orgy around you eventually some one unhooks your chains from the alter. You sit up and stretch you feel so different running your hands over you body your hips seem much wider. Right above your womb a tattoo has formed out of the blood poured on you shaped like a hart with a flowery pattern expanding from it milk keeps on running from your chest and three additional nipples sit next to your normal pieced ones, I need to get those done too now, you think. Reaching up to your head you feel two small horns one on each side of you head.

Still confused you slowly make your way down the steps your hips sway ridiculously your altered body takes a moment to get used to. You see one of the new captives getting mounted again. You see fire in her eyes unlike you shes not one who would break. You step towards her and lift her head and then kiss her deeply flicking your tongue and lifting her head so your saliva makes it into her mouth. She pulls away but was **** to swallow, she curses you angrily but starts to lose her words and become docile, eventually going limp and moaning while the minotaur fucks her you kneel down below her and lick along the beasts thrusting shaft and end kissing her clit. The beast cums more then you've ever seen then tosses her to the ground. She roles over her eyes glazed, what ever you did to her still taking effect.

A little heart forms where you kissed her and she begins rubbing it. She gasps and then grimace, her stomach seems to swell, you feel warm inside pure joy fills you as you understand that she has become one of your blessed destined to become the mother to thousands of your children. You keel next to her and rub her growing stomach, she screams your spell of docility fading under the magics that will turn her into a mother in the next few hours. You could ease the pain but you know she will grow to love it the same way you do, you watch her and comfort her into the morning as her contractions start your mesmerized for hours buy her miraculously quick pregnancy. She's soon holding her newborn her mind shattered by this,

You stroke her hair and whisper, "do not worry, I will make them let you rest after tomorrow" letting go and moving away you let the creature breed her again, ignoring her protests, shes one of your blessed she will be fine. You know who you are now, you're the avatar of the cow **** goddess of the minotaurs, the incarnation of the first woman to be mounted by the cosmic bull and to be forever a **** to your spawn. You were freed long ago and sent to the heavens unable to bless the women of this world, but finally your faithful found one who reveled so much in pain and enslavement as you did and chained her to you.

You should bless the rest of the women too, you can't do too many yet, so few of the women of this world belong to your masters. Maybe five priestesses should be enough to grow the tribe, these hills will be overflowing with you children in a few years.

After selecting those to bless you find the chief of the tribe, you are the goddess but you're their **** and need to show submission. You begin to suck off your master and then give your blessing to yourself you swell, quickly the pain is intense growing so unnaturally fast. The birth is now so easy your new body makes birth trivial you push out four children from your enormous womb. After the after birth has passed the chief mounts you instinctively knowing as a goddess of fertility you would be ready again for breeding. Your new power drives him into a furry roughly pounding at you.

By the end of the next few days you've squeezed out fifty children each grasping for your many teats. You need to tend to these babies so you kiss your master he grows gentle but still finishes one more time inside you giving you one more brood. You wander to go find your priestess your a day late on your promise to the first you remember. You find the first still angry trying to fend off the beasts while feeding her 10 kids, you rescue her kissing the beasts that still want to breed her. The next two are together in a puddle of cum half a foot deep other wet nurses are dealing with there 26 babies in total and it takes more work to get them away from there masters then it is to get the beasts off them. The fourth is crying with the **** girls holding two of her 8 children and the last is almost catatonic you need to get a beast to carry her for you.