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They walked together through the Grove beside the sea. It was a warm summer day, and Attis strode purposefully along the coast. "Where are we going?" Kelle asked. He did not answer, as though he were oblivious to whether she followed him. "Attis?" She realised that he had slipped into some sort of trance. Finally, they came to the north-west tip of the Isle. There was little in the area but a few cow-herd's byres and a single huge pine tree, which stood alone as a final vestige of a long-cleared forest. It was to this tree that Attis went, then stood against it facing out to the Northern Sea. "Attis?" Kelle asked again. He turned to face her direction, but seemed to look straight through her. "Mmmm?" he murmured. "Are you alright?" she asked. "Yes. I am fine. The Goddess was speaking to me, but she has finished now." Kelle had been told by Cybele that Attis was spoken to by the Goddess in this way. In many ways, Kelle thought Attis more holy than the Chosen One herself. "What did she say?" asked Kelle. "That I should fill you with my seed," he said bluntly. Kelle was stunned. "To what purpose?" she protested. "I am with Cabirius's child already!" "I know. I know. It is for that reason, to give protection to the child you carry." "A likely tale," she said sceptically. "Think you I ask for my own pleasure?" he said without any hint of bitterness. "I know not why you ask. But it seems a strange thing when you bear me no real affection, nor even lust after my womanly body." "I could have it over very quickly. It would be no great hardship to you," he offered. "What of Cabirius's trust? The loss of that would be a great hardship to me!" "If you wish, you could ask Cabirius. He would understand. He knows that the Goddess is within me, and he would bear no jealousy." Attis continued to stare through her as though she had no body at all. She knew that he spoke the truth, that Cabirius would always put the Goddess before his own concerns. "Then if it must be done, let it be done," she said in resignation. "And I have another favour to ask you, Kelle." "What? Is my body as a vessel not enough to ask?" she said incredulously. "I wish you to swear that you will raise my child with loyalty to the Goddess, regardless of your own beliefs or those of Cabirius." "Your child?" Kelle asked in confusion. "But you said that you knew I carried Cabirius's child." "But another carries mine, and I know that she will not raise it herself." "Cybele?" Kelle gaped. "She has said nothing of a pregnancy." "I think she does not yet realise herself," he explained. "Then how could you know? Did Ceres tell you?" she asked in awe. "Yes. She told me that we would conceive a child by the Harvester Moon, but that we would not raise it. Her name will be Brigit, and she will accomplish all that we cannot." Kelle was dumbfounded. "You could raise them as twins," he suggested. "Cybele is closing the Hall of Kore." She felt dizzy suddenly, and sat on the ground. Attis crouched beside her and stroked her hair. "Is that such a terrible thought?" he asked. "No," she whispered. "Not terrible at all. Cabirius and I raising the children together? It sounds too wonderful to be true. And Cybele would consent to this?" "The Goddess consents, I assure you," Attis said, his voice edged with darkness. "That is enough. Cybele will not resist Her will." With this, he slipped his hand inside her gown and held her breast, then leaned forward to kiss her. "There is no need to pretend affection, Attis," Kelle said simply. "Just do what you will." "That is not fair, Kelle. I am no monster, I only do what the Goddess tells me is right. And I do feel affection for you. You are loved by my truest friends, and so of course I bear some love for you." "That is sweet of you, Attis. Then perhaps we could pretend that you are Cabirius and I Cybele to make it easier," she suggested. "Or vice versa," he suggested with an impish grin. Kelle laughed heartily. Of course, Attis knew of her and Cybele, and she had suspected that there had been something between him and Cabirius. He was not really so cold and hard after all, she thought. She kissed him and fell onto the grass beneath the pine tree. She was still wet with Cabirius's seed, as she had had no opportunity to wash herself, but Attis did not mind. "Ah, my friend's seed and my own have met many times before," he said lightly as he fondled her. They had shared Cybele between them, Kelle realised. She wondered if he had participated in their coupling the way he had with her and Cybele. He stripped off his gown, and she admired how changed his body was from when she had taken him in the Temple. Was that nearly a year ago? His chest had widened and his arms were now strong and sinewed, not soft and girlish as they had been then. His phallus was even larger than it had been then, longer and thicker. A truly appropriate member for the Consort, earthly representative of the God Priapus. He pulled her gown up to her waist. Despite his size, he slipped easily into her without preparation. As he guided his thick erection into her with his hand, he smiled and said to her, "Thank you, Cabirius. You have softened the path for me again." She slapped his head lightly for being so cheeky, but then could not help but let out a moan of pure pleasure as he slowly drove his manhood into her as deeply as it would go. "Do you wish me to finish quickly?" he asked her with sincere consideration. "Are you jesting me?" she asked, with a deep laugh. "Take as long as you can! I had forgotten how well you can control yourself, and what a beautiful organ you have." He thrust into her very slowly, and pulled her legs wide apart and slipped each ankle over his shoulder. He was pushing into her so deeply that it felt almost painful, but still it did not reach his hilt. "Does that pain you?" he asked gently. "A little," she replied. "Good," he said. It took her a heartbeat to realise that he was joking, but then she realised that he was not thrusting as deeply, and was letting her legs slip back down from his shoulders. She laughed slightly. "I did not mean that I did not like it," she said, pulling her legs back up. He smiled at her, then drove his huge manhood back in as deeply as it was able. She thought it would surely come out of her belly, but she did not wish him to stop. Stop, he did though. "Turn over," he whispered to her. She turned over and he pulled her up by the hips and knelt behind her. She held the tree with both arms as he parted her legs and pushed himself into her from behind. "Is that well with you?" he asked. She nodded, and he held her hips firmly as he thrust into her, pushing her against the trunk. "Better than well," she whispered deeply. In this position, there was no discomfort from his large phallus, only intense pleasure. She hoped he could keep doing this until nightfall. "But will you peak like this?" he asked with some concern. "I care not. It feels so good, I do not wish to peak," she answered. "I wish you to continue until next Spring!" He laughed as he forced himself deeply into her. "I think my friend Cabirius may miss you," he said, "and I think by then, your lodger may wish to exit by this path." He reached under her and rubbed her belly. He then slipped from her and turned her onto her back on his discarded gown. She could smell the pine needles being crushed beneath her. He fell between her thighs and licked her milky skin with long hard strokes of his tongue. She could feel that seed was trickling from her. Cabirius's, or had Attis spilt himself without so much as a breath? He turned his body somehow so that his face was still between her thighs, but she could reach his phallus with her own mouth. She eagerly took the chance to take it in her mouth. Yes, it was covered in seed, and had begun to soften ever so slightly. It felt hot and salty in her mouth. In its softened state, she could fit far more of it in her mouth than the last time she had suckled on him. He had been no more than fourteen then, but she had barely been able to fit half its length into her mouth. His intention now was clearly to help her to peak. He licked his own seed, and Cabirius's, from her moist opening. With a fierce determination, he bit and sucked on her swelling. She would have cried out, but for the fact that her own mouth was filled with his flesh. She could scarcely believe it, but he was hardening again in her mouth. She pulled away just enough to ask him, "Have you yet spilt? I cannot tell." He murmured an affirmative answer without releasing his own grip on her. "But how is it that you harden again, then?" she whispered throatily. He shrugged, as though it were nothing unusual, and continued to lick and suckle her. His erection had now swollen again and would barely fit in her mouth beyond its head. She did not understand the behaviour of his body. She had coupled with many men, and she knew well that when they peaked, they spilt, then they softened. Did Attis contain so much of the Goddess that he could peak more than once, like a woman? She asked him if this was the case, and he laughed lightly. "Do I seem like a woman to you, then?" he replied, without taking offence. "If you were not so much of a man," she answered, licking his huge throbbing erection with long, cat-like strokes. "It is a skill, learned through practice like any other," he said. "If the other Priests had not turned their backs on Priapus in favour of the Nameless One, I am sure you would not find me so remarkable." "But Cabirius follows Priapus, does he not?" she asked cheekily. "Is my friend so bad in the bed? Well, I cannot read or write, so we are even," he laughed. "No, not so bad," she defended, "but I can see you have excelled in your lessons!" He laughed, and then continued on his aim. She could feel that she was very near to peaking, and she suckled on his erection with fervour. As she felt the sharp crest of her passion surge through her loins, he thrust deeply into her mouth. She felt his erection pulse with ridging contractions as he peaked with her. Not a single drop of seed had remained from his first peak, so she did not gag even slightly, despite the fact that he had shoved himself deep down her throat. As her crest subsided, he moved around to lie beside her in a tender embrace. "I had misjudged you, Attis," she said simply. "And I you, Kelle." He kissed her on the forehead. "I know you will be a good mother to my daughter." She held him close, and wept silent tears of joy.
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