She had become something more. Not merely the goddess of fertility—but of filth, of excess, of sacred debauchery….

She was becoming more than a goddess. She was becoming a mother of magic, of sin, of rebirth….

She had taken their hunger, lust, seed, and made it holy. The ground beneath her shimmered with magic,…

Her breath came in gasps. Her fingers clenched the stone. Each load made her feel fuller, more divine….

suckling gently, teasing the tip until the man groaned above her. Another gripped himself and stroked close, then…