Scion

The goddess sighed, grumbling to herself under her breath. "The goddess of Corn never has to lift a finger for her worshipers, yet I leave for a mere couple of Centuries and everyone already has forgotten about me!" The goddess flew through the planes of existence as she made her way to the mortal realm. A goddess lifeblood was the her worshipers, it was a symbiotic relationship in a way. A goddess existed because enough people believed in them, and that was where they drew their power from as well. In a realm saturated in magic as was Azura, this was more literal then hyperbole. And while it made a god or a goddess all powerful with humans beneath their feet, it also meant they sorely depended on such little creatures, something the gods absolutely loathed to admit, and generally were very strict in the prevention of this knowledge falling into mortal hands, it made them rather smite-y.

Veta was in a rather smite-y mood herself. She had left to go have an orgy with another pantheon, as a goddess of fertility and sex was her divine prerogative, but when she came back, she found her worshiper base was at an all time low. What was worse, some other hotshot bimbo was trying to take her place! With her absence, humans cooked up a new goddess, one with perfect wide hips and beautiful and absolutely huge breasts. Veta loved breasts but she never understood why a goddess of fertility would ever need ones as large of those. She was quite happy with her handfuls on her small petite frame. No all she needed was her cock. The massive organ hung from her hips, thick as a mans arm and about as long. She daydreamed of fucking the new upstart just absolutely full of her divine jism, her cock starting to fill up with arousal at the thought of hate-fucking her problems away. But she knew that wouldn't work, directly confronting another goddess in her weakened state she would just lose. Plus she wasn't an evil goddess, and neither was this new one, Nemma. In fact, they were so close to one another's purview's the weaker of the two might just be absorbed into the stronger. Veta liked existing (and fucking) very much.

She couldn't go into the mortal realm and just stirrup things either. She needed to conserve her strength. Plus the gods had a rule not to direct mess with mortal affairs (even if most of the big names did it often enough) she couldn't afford the backlash. But she had a plan. And that plan made her godly cock hard as diamonds as she licked her delicious lips.

All she needed to do is have some hero slay some sort of evil in her name. Mortals were always futzing around with things they weren't supposed too, there was always some evil sorcerer or ruthless tyrant one could use as a patsy for a good old fashion holy quest. The hard part (she loved the word 'hard') was acquiring a hero, or in her case, make one. It was actually quite rare for a hero not to have at least some sort of divine heritage, it was common enough to even be a direct son or daughter made when one god fancied some mortal booty and decided to make use of the result. Veta didn't have many living decendants left to call upon, but that was okay, she was going to make some new ones.

To be on the safe side, she was going to have to seed a couple of wombs, so she would have a litter to choose her strongest Scion, heiress to her blood, and have a couple back-ups. Plus doing so ought to raise the number of her believers as well, so even if she produced no suitable heroes, it would be win-win. Of course she would have to wait a few mortal years, change really to a goddess, not that she liked waiting, but her children would be easy enough to find. Mortals were born male or female, but her Scions were gifted with both genitalia, born female but with a magnificent cock and testicles than in general were larger and more magnificent than a males. Their existence alone would raise awareness of her among the mortal, what other god could produce such virile and beautiful specimens?

She manifested into the mortal realm, enacting her plan, searching for the prayers of those that desperately wanted a child, visiting those willing to pay a price for a miracle of healing the sick or saving a families farm. There were many moans and cries that night. Veta couldn't wait to see the results.