Visit the local village

You didn't bother telling the two fawns to wait because they couldn't climb down from your nest even if they wanted to.

The afternoon was warm and wet, just like your pussy, and you thought you could hear natural thunder rolling in the distance. You smiled and stepped out into the rain to wash off the day's sexual fluids and felt refreshed and content. Rainstorms were your favorite kind of weather.

No sooner were you clean though when you heard the low bellow of a warhorn in the distance. You looked west where the forest met the sea and toward the local elf village. You heard another blow of the warhorn and then a thin column of pink smoke rose into the sky from the center of the of the village.

That was how the elves got your attention. They worshipped you as a storm goddess and their patron deity. From their perspective you could be as cruel and uncaring as nature itself, so they tried to curry favor with you to bring them rain and protect them from other more malevolent monsters.

Of course they ever _expected _you to come when called, you were their goddess after all, but you tried to make for them on the expectation that they offer up their finest maidens whenever you came around. You sighed and stretched your wings then swooped down from your mountain roost.

Your presence was heralded when the winds picked up and nearly blew some of the younger elf children over. They all hid their eyes from the gale and rain pelted their exposed skins sideways. You hovered over the village on a powerful updraft then descended with otherworldly grace into their midst.

You looked them over, standing a whole torso taller than the tallest of them, and they tried to shield their eyes from your almighty gaze. A few of the younger woman did steal some inappropriate glances at your meaty cock and gravity defying tits though.

"Why have you summoned me?" you asked. The tribe's shaman stepped forward and prostrated herself at your talons.

"Almighty Goddess of the Storm," she said, "It is with great **** that we invoke your power, please accept these gifts, and may they assuage your tempestuous wrath." Two ethereally beautiful elven maidens stepped forward, one of them as pale as snow with dark red hair, and the other with rich golden hair and violet eyes. They were fit, with toned muscles indicating they took pride in their bodies, with perfect tits (albeit somewhat small). For elves though, their cocks were utterly enormous. Both of them were 18 inches long and 6 inches thick.

"We are your willing whores, Storm Goddess," they said in unison and kneeled, waiting almost impatiently for you to defile their perfect bodies.

"Too bad I can only take one them at a time," you said but just as you finished, the winds picked up again and a second thunderbird appeared in the sky over the village. She repeated the same dramatic entrance as you did before and landed right next to you in front of the elf maidens.

"Hello, sister," she grinned. You smiled back at your extremely sexy sister and you each grabbed one of the little elf whores in your talons, pushed them to your knees in front of you, and speared their molten velvet pussies without delay.

Your territory overlapped with your older sister, Wakinya. She was the sexiest creature you knew, including yourself, with hair as white as snow, and gray eyes like stormclouds. She took more from your dragon mother, so although she was a bit shorter than you, she was ridiculously endowed. There was no other cock than hers that you wanted inside your own ass or pussy.

As you each pummeled your tributes' asses into the mud, you imagined yourself underneath her in that position and your cock got that much harder thinking about it. You snapped out of it quickly before your worshippers noticed. You had business to attend to.

"I will ask you again, shaman, why have we been summoned?" you asked.