"Get down! That's cheating!" shouted a shrill voice.

  Aurelia pretended she couldn't hear it, continuing to pace along the tops of the garden wall. This was always the best pce to get away from the other children, they were too small to reach her. Games of tag were always her favourite since she was just big enough cmber up the brick walls of the temple garden, it let her see where the other children were hiding, and then spring down upon them, ensuring her victory with a quick tap to the shoulder.

  "No it isn't!" decred Aurelia. "You're just angry I got you again"

  "Yes it is! Livia squeaked. Looking up at the bigger girl.

  "Well if that's cheating, then my wings don't count because I'm the only one with them too!" Aurelia said smugly.

  "Nu uh" pouted Livia. "They totally count".

  Never the less, Livia closed her eyes, and began counting down from 10. That was the highest number she could count to, a fact that she was proud of, one of the benefits of being raised by the temple.

  Aurelia began to race away, eager to find a spot to hide away from her pymate. She entered the temple itself through a side door, and quickly ducked into a closet. She wasn't really supposed to py inside, but with her wings there weren't many pces for her to hide, so sometimes she had to get creative with her hiding spots.

  She giggled to herself, she was so naughty to hide inside the temple, the others would never find her here.

  Heavy steps sounded from outside the closet, followed quickly by much lighter ones.

  "Priestess Domitia" called a voice. "With the solstice next week, Priestess Octavia wanted to know if you could cover her duties in the offering chambers. She said she's too busy with the festival preparations."

  "Tell her I will cover her usual duties, in exchange for half her monthly fertility endowment." A rich voice which could only belong to Priestess Domitia replied. "If she is too busy to receive offerings, then she is too busy to receive the blessings of Ceres"

  "Yes Priestess Domitia" came the reply after a moment.

  Aurelia heard the lighter footsteps begin to pace away from in front of the closet, when Domitia spoke again.

  "And Acolyte, one more thing."

  The footsteps stopped.

  "Yes?" came the reply in a trembling voice.

  "Your stomach is ft, your womb appears empty. I hope for your sake that the next I see you this will be fixed." Domitia warned. "The blessings of Ceres are many, and I find it disturbing that you refuse her so."

  "Y-Yes Priestess Domitia, I shall be full of her gifts by the end of the week. It's just that I bore two just yesterday and..."

  "SILENCE" Intoned Domitia. "I care not whether you bore one, or one hundred. Your womb is empty, and that is not acceptable. You are an acolyte, should you ever desire to wear the robes of a priestess, you will have to better yourself."

  "Yes Priestess Domitia. At once Priestess Domitia."

  The footsteps sounded again, followed by a slower, heavier, gait.

  Aurelia opened her eyes slowly. The rays of the pre-dawn light just beginning to touch the top of the small window in her little closet. She liked to wake up early, it meant that she could be up and outside the city gates before most of the crowds made their way to the streets.

  She looked down at herself, knowing what she would see. Her lower anatomy had risen to greet the sunrise along with her, the towering pilr of flesh standing tall between her legs. A pool of fluids covered her midsection and pooled around her, an unfortunate reality of having testicles the size of most peoples heads.

  She signed, and began to clean herself.

  When she was dressed, lower endowments retracted, and her upper endowments bound carefully with cloth, she gathered her sack and stepped out her closet, and began to make her way outside.

  The people she passed on her way to the gates were an eclectic sort. Mostly merchants setting up their stalls for the day, the odd drunkard stumbling home, and people like her with business outside the city walls.

  She passed by a rge wooden building with a blue terra-cotta roof. An anomaly, most roofs in Rome were red. The sign hanging out front bore a sword, scroll, and tankard. Below this were the letters "Sword and Scroll". It was one of the many dens where adventurers spent their coin while they waited in between jobs. Aurelia knew, because the morning guard out front never let her forget.

  "Oi ss, why don't you shake it for me? I'll show ye a good time. Even toss ye a copper trien te show ye my appreciation."

  Spoiler A Trien is a subdivision (quarter) of an As, a copper coin. Other denominations include a Semi (half), Quadran (sixth) and an Uncia (twelfth)

  [colpse]Aurelia just rolled her eyes and kept walking.

  Occasionally she'd look in through the windows of the guild as she walked by. Adventurers wearing bright colours and gleaming armor lounged and drank, boasting their skills or prowess, recounting stories which grew wilder with each telling. She often imagined herself amongst them, lounging on a long chaise, telling of some foul beast she had sin. A wild fantasy she knew, but something about it kept drawing her back to the idea. She brushed it off, and kept walking.

  No one checked her on her way out of the gates, as a non-human, she got more than a few gnces, but since she had been raised by the temple, she cked the colr worn by sves to mark ownership. Though subservient to the temple of Ceres until her day of majority, she was still a free woman, a blessing she thanked Jupiter for every day.

  A few others walked alongside her as the made her way away from the city, and through the farmnd which surrounded the immediate vicinity of the city. To her eyes, a couple looked like woodsmen, going out in search of game. A few more seemed to be farmers, having dropped off their wives to sell produce for the day. Lastly, there was a squad of adventurers, looking formidable with their gear and weapons.

  She tried not to notice the stares at her backside. Gd that the groves weren't too far from the city, she soon turned off of the main road, and found soce among the tranquil brush of Ceres's nds.

  Interlude

  Comak smashed the greenskin's skull with a broad overhead swing of his mace. The contract was simple, a new band of goblins had been spotted in the area, and he and his group were here to deal with them. This had been the fourth he had dealt with personally, another seven having been felled by his fellows.

  It wasn't terribly difficult to clear out the occasional band of goblins, but sometimes the little fuckers liked to smear their crude weapons with filth and excrement. It meant that sometimes even small wounds could cause problems, and getting seen by a priest or healer cut into their pay.

  "Was that all of them?" came a voice from behind him. He turned and looked around, surveying the clearing. The only movement was that of the adventuring band he had accompanied, and the dying goblins littering the ground.

  "Aye, I think so." Comak replied to lean man who had asked him the question. Albin was in charge of this group, and though it had been a success, his inexperience had been apparent.

  "I think one got away." came another voice. "Looks like one turned and ran as soon we showed ourselves."

  Comak cringed internally at Errat's comment. Instead of waiting to surround the greenskins like he'd wanted, Albin had opted for a more direct approach, and now one had got away.

  "It's nothing." Albin assured the group. "One goblin is hardly a problem, the little shit's probably gonna be dead by tomorrow anyway, there are more dangerous things in these woods than goblins."

  Comak grumbled a bit, but agreed.

  End of Interlude

  Aurelia's sack was about halfway full. She had been busily picking and harvesting what she could find for the temple for hours already, and it was almost time for her mid-morning break. She tried not to think about all the people who had stared at her that morning, their eyes roaming up and down her form, staring at her curves that she couldn't possibly hide under clothes, no matter how baggy and unfttering.

  Her thighs rubbed together, almost against her will. She was sure she was leaking underneath her clothes. All she had to do was make it a few more minutes before her break came, then she could take care of herself.

  She needed to keep to a strict routine, otherwise she would waste the entire day lost in herself. She allowed herself one indulgence mid-morning, and once more before she returned to the city. That was usually enough to stave off her more "base" urges.

  She gathered her things and began to make her way through the brush to a secluded clearing she had discovered in her time working the groves. They weren't wild things, these patches of nature. They were more akin to gardens than true forests, blessed by Ceres, they were fruitful with all sorts of pnts and wildlife, and hunting was strictly forbidden.

  The canopy above her thinned as she reached the edges of the clearing, a small gap in the woods filled with grasses and flowers, but that wasn't what had drawn her here. In the middle was a small pond. The source of a small brook which gurgled happily as it began it's flow through the grove.

  She was nearly keening with need at this point, she would no doubt need a change of underclothes if she had been in the habit of wearing the damn things. She had taken to going commando for this exact reason, all the better for her to take care of her needs without the extra yer of clothing in the way.

  She dropped her sack and other work items, stripped carefully as to not catch her robes on her wings, and began to slink into the cool waters. She sighed, and spread out all six of her limbs, letting the clear pristine liquid cool her and clear away any sweat which had built up so far during her bours.

  After a few seconds spent luxuriating in the feeling of being weightless, she pushed herself back into the shallows where she could recline half-in the water, her hands began to trail down her torso in search of the source of her need.

  [Erotic scene]

  One hand found her sopping cunny, it's plump exterior dripping with her excitement. She wasted no time sliding one, two, three fingers inside herself and began pumping, eager to begin her pilgrimage to pleasure. Her other hand began to rub the top of her mound, where her more intimidating endowments began to appear.

  Her pilr of girl-cock began to rise between her legs, the massive head revealing itself first. A sheen of wetness coating the prodigious length. She had measured it once, nabbing an artisan's measuring tape and seconding herself in her room in secrecy. 22 inches when excited, that was enough to swing between her knees. On a normal sized woman, that'd reach her colrbones.

  Aurelia wrapped her hands around her shaft, fingers not quite able to touch around the sizable girth, and began to slowly work up and down. She knew that no normal woman would be able to take her under any circumstances, not even most non-humans. A thought that left her with some disappointment, though the haze of lust soon repced any negative thoughts.

  Her testicles appeared st, resting huge and heavy in her sac. She adjusted her hand working her cunny to rub her balls too, and added a fourth finger to her rapid ministrations. She was having a difficult time keeping her voice down, her whimpers and moans starting to rise in volume. Wet sounds of pleasure began to fill the clearing, her movements becoming more energetic.

  She stood up in the knee deep shallows, and began to thrust into her hand. Her lust becoming all consuming.

  Her testicle began to sp loudly against her thighs as she thrust, adding to the depraved symphony of sound filling the space around her. She could feel herself climbing to the peak, and with a cry, she crested the top.

  A deluge erupted from the tip of her cock, spraying with such force to coat trees a handful of paces away. The first shot spshed the trees, the second, third, and twelfth spttered the ground between the pond and the clearing edge. Painting it an off white which contrasted with the greens and colours of the flowers.

  Between her legs, her cunny had made a show of it's own, if she hadn't been standing in the pond she'd have created one of her own, as it was her legs and the back of her sac were soaked with her excitement. The fragrant aroma rising to her nose.

  She let out a long sigh, it had been nearly twelve hours since her st release the previous day, and she had been pent up.

  Her hands began to work herself again, beginning the trek to her next peak immediately after her small reverie.

  After all, she'd need at least a few more rounds to tide her over until her noon break.

  [Interlude]

  Vrekk had ran. He ran real good, the he'd heard the others die behind him when they'd tried to fight the humies. But not him, Vrekk was smart, he knew that the humies with the big pointies were scary and dangerous. Better to run and find a humie without any of those ouchie things, he'd get a reward if he could bring a humie bitch back in one piece.

  Their old bitch had died more than five darks ago, Vrekk wasn't sure, counting higher than five was hard. Their tribe needed a new bitch to make new goblins, and if he was the one to bring one back, he'd be chief.

  He grinned to himself, exposing sharp yellow teeth. Vrekk was smart, instead of running back to cn in disgrace, he'd ran around the humies with the pointies, and then toward their big tribe. There was bound to be more humie bitches that way. All he needed was to find one without a pointy.

  A whisper of doubt crept into his small mind. Even without a pointy, humies are much bigger than a gobbo, it might be hard to grab a bitch and bring her back to the cn intact. Vrekk shouted the whisper down with his big smart gobbo thoughts. Humie bitches were weak and easy prey, it'd be easy.

  As he scuttled though the underbrush, the dark forests slowly turned brighter, the spaces between the tress grew rger, and the oppressive feeling of the deep woods fell away. Vrekk shivered with excitement, he was nearly to where the humie tribe lived.

  He began to hear sounds, a voice. At first it was a faint call at the edge of his hearing, but as he approached, he began to recognize it as a humie bitch in the throes of passion. Vrekk had only rarely heard the sound in the past, when the current bitch the tribe was using was resilient to not be broken by the tribes constant usage, but also depraved enough to enjoy it.

  Those were always the best bitches, he thought. Shame the st one had finally died popping out the st few gobbos.

  He reached the edge of a small clearing, and hiding behind some bushes, began to look out to see the source of all the noise.

  In the middle of the clearing, in a small pool of water, stood the best bitch he had ever seen. This one had big white wings which he couldn't wait to sully. She was standing back to him, but even so he could clearly see her tits protruding out from her silhouette. Her tits looked enough to feed the whole tribe once he got her good and round with his little ones. And those hips would be ensure that she didn't break under the stress of constant use and making more gobbos.

  He readied his small pointy, and began to slowly creep out from the edge of the clearing where he had been hiding. Wanting to take this odd and fantastic bitch by surprise. There was one thing he couldn't make sense of though, there seemed to be something extra between her legs, though he couldn't see very well from his perspective as he creeped up behind her.

  She looked and sounded like a bitch, the wings and whatever else she had was just an extra bonus, he resolved.

  Now he just had to make sure he got her.

  [Back to Aurelia]

  The eight round felt even better than the first one had. Her testicles churned and gurgled audibly, eagerly replenishing the vast amounts of fluid she expelled with each release. As she built her way to her ninth consecutive climax, she furiously worked herself. Attempting to finish as soon as possible so that she could return to her work.

  She began to hear a faint squelching sound. It wasn't unexpected, her emissions were more like honey in consistency, so it sometimes took a while for it to drip down from the surrounding flora in great gobbets.

  But this sounded a little too regur, a sound at odds with the natural harmony of her cacophony of pleasure and the sounds of the grove.

  The crested the top of her ascent, and reached climax. The force of pleasure nearly forcing her to her knees. In that moment, she heard a faint grumble behind her, low and inhuman. She whipped around, still in the middle of her release, and saw something out of the tales of the adventurers she so often overheard.

  A small green humanoid figure was a mere arms breadth away, clutching a crude knife its small cwed hands. It stared hungrily at her from small beady eyes. It had shaggy bck hair, and wore a small loincloth. It's body all sinew and lean muscle. Noticing that she had spotted it, it leapt at her attempting to graze her with it's small knife.

  What she hadn't been expecting, was it to receive a full shot of cum to the face.

  The force of the shot knocked it back on to the ground mid-air.

  Aurelia tried to scream, but all that came out was a wailing moan.

  The next shot knocked it from it's knees to it's back. Each subsequent shot pummeling it further into the ground.

  Aurelia was horrified, a monster from the wilds had come into the sacred grove of the temple, and was trying to harm her. Her face was twisted into an expression of terror, but all the sounds she could make were moans and whimpers of pleasure.

  As the deluge ended, and she the shock of her fight or flight response wore off, she began to run. Her long legs rising from the shallow waters, and squelching on the clearing floor. Still soaked with her past releases.

  She began to race forward, building speed and power as she went.

  But she did not run away from this terrifying beast from her nightmares, but toward it instead. She fell upon the beast with a rain of blows from her strong limbs, furious that such a creature would dare foul the goddess's nds with it presence and attempt to attack her.

  She pounded her fists into the creature, the thing too stunned by the bombardment she had previously delivered. It was mostly stuck, glued to the ground by the quantity of her emissions. It could do naught but scream as she delivered her justice, and barely even that. It's sounds muffled by her seed choking its mouth.

  She did not stop until the thing stopped moving, and even then she continued for a few moments more.

  Looking down at herself, covered in blood and cum, she began to ugh.

  SarcasticMisfit