At the heart if the city of Soleen, capital of the nation of Kelion, sits a temple.
Many cities have such temples of course, dedicated to gods of war, knowledge, the sea, or one of many other such patrons. Soleen is different. The heart of Soleen is dedicated to Iriana, goddess of love, sex, fertility, beauty, and the arts. While the nation of Kelion is sometimes sneered at as the "Brothel of the World" they have risen to hegemonic control of most of their continent.
Legend has it that in a previous age, when Soleen was a simple city state, the city was cursed with a plague that killed every woman youngest to the oldest. At that time the city was home to a great artist named Cetus. Long a devoted follower of Iriana and a patriotic citizen of Soleen he began to frantically work on a statue of his goddess in hope that she would intervene on their behalf.
To his great surprise his hands started to work feverishly on the block of marble of their own volition and soon the shape of his goddess began to emerge over the course of a night ass opposed to the months such a masterpiece would normally take. In the morning he stood invigorated before the image of his goddess. The heat of his work had lead to his taking off his clothes and his member had grown erect while viewing the vision that stood before him. Then it suddenly wasn't a statue.
The goddess Iriana has never been content with a single form. From blushing maiden to voluptuous queen of silks and sensuality she has worn many faces. For Cetus she wore the shape of a woman with fiery red hair, pearlescent skin that glowed with heavenly light, wide hips framing a shapely rear, and a pair of round firm breasts that were larger than her head.
Cetus was about to offer prayers and venerations when Iriana kissed him, laid him on the ground and mounted him right in the middle of his workshop. For a full day she rode him, moaning out climax after climax but never saying a word. When Cetus began to tire she would raise one of her breasts to his lips and have him drink of her divine milk, restoring him to fullness and vigor. After the day had passed Iriana lay beside Cetus fully contented. It was then that she finally spoke:
"Ok, so Cetus? Here's what I'm gonna need from you."
"My goddess, anything you-"
"First of all not talking when I'm talking. Second: I'm really sorry about all of your women dying. Bitron, god of disease, was hitting on me at this party but he was being such a dick about it. You don't even know. Like, just because I'm the goddess of sex I'm just going to fuck everyone I see? Don't answer that. Anyways he saw me eyeing up Casiona, your king's youngest daughter and... Well let's just say gods never do anything half way.
"So what I'd like to do is just bring them all back but I can't. Instead I'm going to go pay a visit to your king and get him to build a gigantic temple for me and in return I'm going to bring the most beautiful women I can find to your city a year from now. After I see the kind I'm going to turn this avatar back into a statue and you're going to have it placed in the new temple."
Cetus waited to see if Iriana was finished speaking. "It will be done."
"Great," Iriana patted her belly, or more accurately her womb currently full of Cetus's seed, and smiled. "Also when I come back in a year you're going to have to raise our daughters."
"Wait-" but without any fanfare the goddess was suddenly gone.
Construction on the temple began right away, and though it was a great undertaking the men of Soleen found themselves filled with a similar vigor to what Cetus had felt during his carving and a temple that might have been a century in its construction was finished in only a year. When the Temple's doors were opened on the morning of the anniversary of Iriana's visit the men found that overnight the temple had been filled with the most beautiful women from every corner of the world. In truth these women had been castoffs, deformed and crippled, Iriana had blessed them with beauty in return for agreeing to marry the men of Soleen.
The men were overjoyed and henceforth the city has always venerated the goddess Iriana and all her patronages.
Of Cetus and his promise? Among the women, sitting next to his statue, he found a woman that was the statue's very spitting image with three babes in her arms. Cetus could tell that it wasn't truly his goddess, instead a woman remade into her image for she lacked Iriana's divine presence. Still she smiled as she saw Cetus.
"My name is Mara, and these are Vana, Vela, and Vesta. She said I was to marry you and help nurse them." Cetus noticed that Mara's robe had small damp patches over her nipples. Mara leaned a bit closer to Cetus and smiled. "She also said that my milk will have the same effect on you that hers did." As she said this she took in Cetus with hungry eyes. There was a reason that the goddess had taken him as a lover after all. Despite his situation Cetus found himself smiling.
Wed Apr 04 04:36:29 2018