Aurelia Rising

"It took the men of the black hills one hundred years to build their kingdom, and only one year for the orks to tear it asunder."

- A History of the Forgotten Peoples of Italia, vol 2.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Hnnnnng! Slow, wet sounds filled the tent. It had been over an hour since they had began their debauched reuniting, and Aurelia was just now conscious enough to take her time and actually enjoy the bodies of her women. She had Junia beneath her at the moment. The woman had her face pressed into the blankets which covered the bottom of the tent, the position raised her rear to a deliciously accessible height for Aurelia, who luxuriated in the long strokes she delivered to Junia's quivering cunt.

Thessa lay on her back off to the side. Her midsection bulged with Aurelia's seed, her belly taught like a waterskin stretched to it's limit. A thick stream of viscous cum was dripping slowly from her well-used pussy, ever so slowly deflating the tauren woman. She was just now awakening from the pleasure coma Aurelia had left her in, and her eyes fluttered as she became aware of her surroundings once more. Junia was well on her way to looking like Thessa, the product of Aurelia's last half dozen climaxes sloshing back and forth as she was slowly fucked. She babbled incoherently into the blankets, her cries of pleasure had long since devolved into a constant low string of mumblings.

"Mmm... wha?" Came a voice to Aurelia's left. Looking over she saw that Thessa's eyes were now wide open, even if they still looked hazed with satisfaction.

"Awake again gorgeous?" Aurelia replied with a smile, continuing to fuck Junia deeply. Thessa's eyes moved down to the joining of their bodies, and stayed fixed. Her mouth slightly open. In that moment there could not have been a more beautiful sight to behold, Aurelia thought. Thessa's body had a slight sheen of sweat which highlighted every contour and curve of her bountiful body. The knowledge that it had been she to leave her in this state brought a deep sense of satisfaction to Aurelia's being, and she felt her balls throb in agreement. The tauren woman slowly rolled over, her belly letting out an audible gurgle, and she crawled on her elbows and knees towards the rutting pair. Aurelia remarked with some wonder that her breasts and her belly both brushed along the floor as she did so, and she couldn't remember if that had been the case when she had first taken her.

Thessa flopped over onto the floor again once she was within reach, and let out a satisfied sigh. Her eyes had never left the spot where Aurelia's pillar of flesh plumbed Junia's sopping depths. She reached out with one arm and began to massage Aurelia's testes, her hand not able to encircle even one of the massive orbs.

"I guess I really have hitched my wagon to yours, huh." She said, though not unhappily. "When I imagined myself stepping into adventuring, I more imagined myself doing errands and whatnot for the local bigwigs. And yet here I am, in the middle of nowhere, with danger behind every tree and rock, currently stuffed full of so much cum I'm not sure why I haven't popped!"

Aurelia took her eyes away from the rather pleasant sight in front of her to look at Thessa again. She could sense that this was a moment for talking, no matter how ridiculous it would look to an outsider.

"Are you unhappy with the arrangement?" Aurelia asked. "If-when we make it back to Rome, we'll all have enough coin to drink and dance and sleep for a year, if we so choose."

"For some reason, I doubt that that's what we'll end up doing." Thessa said ruefully, then gave Aurelia's balls a gentle squeeze which prompted a fresh spurt of seed to belch deep inside Junia, who let out a deep moan. "I guess I just want a hot bath. I never used to before, when I was with Ma and Da, but you city folk have corrupted me!"

"Then we'll have all the hot baths you like when we get back." Said Aurelia.

For a long while, neither of them said anything. Content to listen to the wet squelching sounds of Aurelia rutting Junia, and the muffled babbles of the pleasure-drunk woman. But eventually, after she had pumped out yet another hot load, Aurelia broke the quiet.

"Did you ever dream of anything big when you were little?"

Thessa blinked, then screwed up her face in thought. "Not really, I guess. I mean, I just expected I would be wed off to some man from another tribe. Probably pop out half a dozen little ones, tend the flocks as I'd always done." She had an almost wistful look in her eyes, as though she were looking at her thoughts through a half remembered dream she'd had long ago. "But now... I don't really know, to tell you the truth. Not many adventurers die in their beds, so I'd really like to avoid that. Maybe after a few more jobs like this we..." Her eyes widened slightly as she realized she had let only a half-formed thought slip out into the open. "We could find a place, you and me and Junia. Maybe if we could convince her family to lend us some of their land, or maybe if we give them the money to buy someplace out of the city. Someplace green."

When she finished her sentence, her eyes drooped downcast. As though she were ashamed to have brought it up. Aurelia let go of one of Junia's toned hips, now holding her ass aloft with only one hand and her cock, and reached out to lift Thessa's chin. She lent over and brought her face close to stare into her tauren woman's deep brown eyes. The pair fell into a tentative kiss, Aurelia's tongue strong and eager. The act seemed to kick Thessa out of her melancholy, and she quickly reciprocated. They broke apart gasping, Thessa's face full of wonder and Aurelia's covered with a gentle smile.

"There will always be a place for you by my side, Thessa." Aurelia said gently. "And for whoever else we might end up gathering along the way." She added with an afterthought. She already had two women who shared her bed, and she'd only been free of the Temple for a short while.

That was a sobering thought.

"But I want you to know this: I will find a place for us in this world. And if there isn't one, I'll just have to carve one out!"

The pair kissed softly, Aurelia nipping at Thessa's plump lips until they were fat and swollen. Unbeknownst to the tauren, her hands were slowly running over her distended belly. The action might have been unconscious to her, but Aurelia saw, Aurelia noticed, and she felt a slight smile curl the corner of her lips.

The trio wouldn't be done until the early hours of the morning, when Aurelia had finally had enough after switching between the two all night long.

Back in Rome with it's many roofs, beds and baths. Priestess Domitia massaged her sore nipples in the privacy of her carriage. It trundled gently over the smooth stones of Rome's Palatine district, even still, each little motion send ripples over her intensely gravid form like droplets disturbing water. Her body was her pride, living proof of her dedication to her goddess. Each gentle squirm and kick she felt, each droplet of milk which spilt from her enormous breasts was dedication to Ceres. It wouldn't do to have anyone notice any discomfort which came with her service, and so the curtains of the carriage stayed closed.

She felt a particularely intense kick, and nearly let out an audible moan of delight. That would be the patrician's son, she guessed. She ran a smooth hand over her immense belly. It was covered in the cream robes of her station, but if one were to peel the cloth away, one would see a tight, glossy surface. Her skin was drawn so taught she could feel each individual ripple and whorl of the extensive network of veins which covered it's surface. As she ran her hand over her stomach, she reached internally for one of the many boons she had received for her devoted service to her temple and Goddess. With an exhale, she felt a shiver run down her body from crown to toes. Now, as she ran her hand over her gravid form, she instinctively began to learn details which would have been within the realm of impossibility for another woman.

Ahh, indeed she had been correct. That pleasurable kick had been the patrician's spawn. The little one was mere weeks from being ready to leave her warm embrace, along with another seven seeded alongside him. It was a boy, she felt it. She smiled to herself, his father had left her in quite the state when she had received him, in addition to the heavy sack of coins he had given in exchange for the privilege of receiving a child borne of her body. She sighed. It was a pity more men didn't seek her out for fertile brides, Goddess knew there were always plenty of girls coming of age under her care. But then again they wouldn't pay nearly as much to have the strain of childbirth offloaded to her instead of their wives if they did so. Even if it wasn't strain at all to her.

She ran her hand lower, feeling for more. There they were, another few sparks of feeling nestled deep inside her womb. These three were newer, from some of her later services these past months. She pitied the newer, younger priestesses of The Temple of Ceres. They had to worry about being empty, and scramble to be filled once more in accordance to the teachings of The Temple.

It had been a long time since Domitia had worried about such things, though she had stripped a younger priestess of her robes for such an offence not many days past. The poor thing had gone an entire week without the seed of their supplicants taking hold in her womb.

She supposed that not all the girls raised by her hand were destined for greatness like her.

The thought brought her to the matter she had been avoiding thinking about. The reason why she was in a carriage travelling through the finer parts of the city instead of receiving the "offerings" of men who came to her temple. The high priestess's summons wasn't something she could ignore, no matter how much she wished she could.

She felt the carriage rock to a stop, and heard the coachman step down to the ground. Quickly, she gathered herself, adjusted her robes, and relaxed her face. A few thudding footsteps later, a burly man with a cleanshaven face knocked twice and opened the carriage door. Two men helped her to the ground. Though she could waddle, the step down the the stone steps below was too great for her gravid bulk. With a gentle "Thank you" as was proper, she exited the carriage and began to waddle forward between the large marble pillars of the building in front of her.

She didn't look up, but if she had she would have seen high arches and mosaics which decorated the ceilings and walls. All depicting women in the late stages of pregnancy upon backdrops of fields laden with grain and crops. Similar iconography was present in the form of beautiful statues and busts, though Domitia didn't look at them. She had been here before. The sight of the artistry devoted to her Goddess which surrounded her might have filled her breast with pride and belonging if she were taking them at face value.

Her own temple looked positively drab by comparison, situated as it was nearer to the edges of the city.

Halls and doorways passed by her, but she hardly noticed. She had a duty to bear, and she didn't want to be in this place for a moment longer than she absolutely had to. There were other people in the halls, women in similarly coloured robes with swollen bellies, younger girls with paler clothes who made sure to lower their gaze as she passed. Even the occasional man dressed in the attire of servants or slaves, carrying burdens the priestesses would not.

Eventually, she came to a wide doorway richly decorated with colourful iconography dedicated to her Goddess. There were two slaves standing at it's sides, adorned with loincloths alone. Though , to be honest, she wasn't sure why they even bothered. Every man sworn to the service to the temple wouldn't have anything to hide behind the small covering anyway, such were the rules.

Seeing her they reached to open the doors before she entered, but she paused on the precipice. Gathering herself before what was to come. With a long exhale, she nodded to herself, and stepped through the doorway.

The high priestess of Ceres was a beautiful woman, they all were. One didn't rise to the top echelon by being drab and plain, even if they followed Ceres and not Venus. But the woman before Domitia was radiant in ways that would have made her green with envy, if she hadn't schooled her facial expressions beforehand.

She was also positively enormous.

She lay reclined on a long divan which took up most of the width of the richly decorated hall. Her head sat propped up by one arm lazily, her gaze was at once both motherly and intensely piercing. But it was not her beauty which would attract the most attention from supplicants graced with the rare honour of pleasing the high priestess herself in her chambers. It was the monument of devotion which spilled from her midsection so far down it rested on soft cushions on the floor designed expressly for that purpose. Her belly seemed to suck the eyes of any who drew near away from even her face, and towards the gravid swell which dominated the room. She wore no robe, no clothing which might distract from the fecund majesty of the most devoted of Ceres. Fine jewelry of gold and silver studded with gleaming gems adorned her fecund form, accentuating rather than hiding.

Domitia could almost see the constant, squirming motions of the dozens of infants which were sure to lay inside that enormous swell.

"Ahh, Domitia. So nice of you to join me. I trust you encountered no difficulties on your journey here? It is so very far from the outer districts, and I would not want you to tax yourself overmuch by walking."

What a stuck up bitch. It was no coincidence that she had brought up walking. Domitia could waddle, though slowly and with some difficulty. The high priestess herself was immobile unless aided by the unenumerable servants she had to command. The words were a veiled insult to her. But Domitia calmed herself, and did not allow herself to get riled up so quickly yet.

"They journey was calming, High Priestess, I always appreciate the opportunity to visit the centre of our order."

"Good, good. It would do you some good to come more often, I'm sure the... offerings... in our more outlying temples can be tiresome at times." She said with a wide smile. One of her delicately manicured hands rubbed gently on the taught surface of her belly, and her eyes rolled back in her head performatively.

Reveling in the pleasures which came with service was encouraged. And sure, the bitch might get better cock than Domitia, but there was no way it was that good. Yet another slight.

"I take what is given gladly, High Priestess." Said Domitia with a slight bow. Anything more risked unbalancing her.

"I will be frank, Domitia. I did not summon you to this most enlightened place to chit-chat idly, though I'm sure we would have both enjoyed the experience." Domitia had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. "So let me speak plainly. I have been told that the unique non-human girl entrusted into your care has been... allowed to roam. So to speak."

Domitia gritted her perfect teeth behind smiling lips. She had suspected this was the reason she had been summoned, though that had made it no easier to bear.

"My predecessor may have entrusted the privilege of raising the girl to your temple, and I may have decided to allow that decision to stand when I was chosen to ascend to this most holy position, but that does not mean you were granted leave to forget your duty to the Goddess."

The high priestess shifted slightly, and ripples of motion travelled across her bountiful assets.

"You were to raise the girl to be a priestess, so that we might see how able to serve the Goddess this newcomer is. I even hear that she flowered into quite the woman, naturally blessed with gifts in excess of full sisters. Goddess willing, we might have been able to cultivate this new blood into a host of similarly endowed broodmothers to serve at our whim!"

Her gaze pierced Domitia to her quivering core.

"I would hear your explanation as to how you could let such a blessing escape both the teachings of our Goddess, and the confines of The Temple!"

Domitia opened her mouth to speak, but bit back her retort. How could she adequately explain her ploy with the patrician? How they were supposed to have shared in the bounty of Aurelia's loins, and build a mutual cooperation which would serve her ambition and his lusts both. How could she explain that she had not considered that any woman raised in her temple would be so strong-willed, nay so foolish enough to go out gallivanting like adventurers? How could she explain that she no longer even knew where the girl was? Her last link of information had been cut when that patrician's spy had been recalled. Oh how she had screamed when she had been informed. She was lucky that her screams of rage had been masked by the screams of pleasure which accompanied childbirth.

"High Priestess, your most holiness..." She began, looking her "superior" directly in the eyes. She wasn't sure how she would delay long enough to find Aurelia again, but she would find a way. She had to. Otherwise there was little hope she would ever be the one laying on that great divan, so pleasurably pregnant she couldn't move. Attended by the finest slaves and the most virile men.

She licked her lips at the thought, and began to weave a tale of deceit.

Aurelia woke with a delighted sigh, stretching her feet and curling her toes. She almost tried to get up, but remembered how she had fallen to sleep the night before. Her women were right next to her, one on either side, using her broad wings like a blanket (in addition to actual blankets). She had one arm wrapped around each, hands on bellies that were still slightly distended even after a nights rest. She heard their soft breaths, and felt them on her skin. In that moment, there was no place she would rather be in the entire world.

Then the stomp of a little foot on her bare chest alerted her to the small intruder in their midst.

Iri stood in the crevasse between Aurelia's breasts with her hands on her hips impatiently. She was even tapping her foot in an unusually human mannerism, not that she would ever say that to the sprite.

"What is it Iri?" She asked in a voice still heavy with sleep. The only issue with her current perfect situation is that she had no arms free to wipe the drowsiness from her eyes.

"You bigs, always so sleepy!" Said Iri. "This one has watched, this one has learned, this one has something to say!" She said in that odd way of hers.

"Ok... What is it Iri?" Asked Aurelia.

"The winged one must wake the horned one, the one which feels of bovine stock! This one wants to try something new!"

They would have to get up sooner or later anyway, but even still Aurelia felt bad about nudging Thessa awake. Her tauren lover's eyes blinked open after a bit of encouragement, and met her gaze with a small smile. It seemed that whatever else, Aurelia did not have to worry about her being "energetic" in the bedroom causing issues between them.

"You have a good sleep?" She asked her. Thessa yawned and raised her arms above her head, giving Aurelia a sight which was in danger of making them late for breakfast.

"Wonderful." Said Thessa, before she giggled a little. "I have a feeling I'll be a little sore when walking today."

"Sorry..." Aurelia said abashedly.

"Don't be!" Said Thessa contentedly.

"No talking!" Said Iri indignantly, apparently annoyed at having been ignored. She hopped into the air, and buzzed over onto Thessa's chest. The tauren was a little startled, Aurelia usually being the chosen mount for the sprite, but she settled quickly.

"The horned one should close it's eyes. Iri has heard the bigs say it is easier that way!"

Thessa gave her a confused look, but with a nod from Aurelia, she shrugged and did as she was told.

Nothing happened for a long moment, and Aurelia could see Iri's tiny face all scrunched up in effort. Just when she was about to say something, Thessa gasped, and clutched Aurelia's arm excitedly.

"Oh my Gods Aurelia! She's done it! I can see the boons offered to my by the Gods!" She practically vibrated in place in delight as she surveyed the deep places of her being where the Gods touched mortals. Aurelia chuckled at her happiness, but in truth she was also pleased. It was good to learn that Iri could be helpful to more of them than just her.

"Oh how I can't wait!" Thessa said, and Aurelia could actually see her eyes moving behind their lids as she read through what had been offered. Actually, she wasn't so sure Thessa could read.

"Huh?!" Said a voice from Aurelia's other side. She looked away from Thessa to see Junia awake and looking over Aurelia's body at the commotion.

"Shhh." Aurelia said with a finger to her lips. "I think this is going to be a very special moment for Thessa." The woman just continued to stare with a puzzled expression.

"I'm not entirely sure what I was expecting." Said Thessa. "But I don't think it was this."