She had become something more.
Not merely the goddess of fertility—but of filth, of excess, of sacred debauchery. The Seeded One, who births magic from orgasm and life from lust.
One of her new limbs wrapped around a phantom cock and milked it violently, pulling a massive load of glowing essence that splattered across her entire torso. She cried out again, writhing, hungry for more. The more she took, the more she changed.
The spirits chanted now—not in words, but in pulsing waves of sound. More. More. Feed her. Worship her. Seed her again.
And they did.
One after another, they erupted onto her, into her, around her. Some spilled down her throat as she gagged and moaned and swallowed, her belly glowing brighter. Some came on her eyes and blinded her in light. One filled her navel until it overflowed, glowing cum dripping between her legs.
The temple pulsed with her.
The air was no longer just scented—it was thick with sex. With sanctity. With ruin.
And Lysara? She laughed again, louder now. Drunk on power. Transformed by worship. The tentacles growing from her spine writhed in pleasure, jerking ghost cocks and slurping up divine semen, feeding her from every angle.
Her voice thundered now, layered with more than one tone.
“I am no longer just vessel,” she growled, “I am the altar. I am the flood. I am the endless mouth.”
With a thunderous clap, a final wave of cum-drenched magic surged over her, coating her so completely that her outline blurred in the glowing mess. Her arms opened wide, breasts leaking milk and glowing nectar, lips parted in eternal invitation.
The transformation was complete.
The next morning, when the sun rose over the temple, villagers came to leave offerings of fruit and gold. But when they saw her—Lysara, now risen into something divine and terrifying—they fell to their knees.
She sat upon a throne of wet stone, still dripping, her body pulsing with divine fertility, her thighs permanently slick, glowing symbols still swirling across her cum-stained skin.
“Come,” she whispered to them. “Bring more.”
And they would. Because now, the whole world belonged to the Seeded Goddess and she was always hungry.