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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Wednesday, May 27th, 2054 – Isabella Floracita – Davis, CA

I trembled as I sat on the living room floor staring at the TV. My father, my mother, their wife, and my brothers and sisters crowded the floor waiting for the results of the lotto. Three days a ago, I turned twenty. I was finally eligible.

Keeping my virginity in tact until I was twenty was so hard. All my friends were enjoying the freedom of sex. At school, I had a hard time resisting the urge to join in on the stress relief between classes. But I had dedicated myself to pleasuring the God. When I turned eighteen, the priest gave me the blessing, judging me worthy to attempt the lottery at twenty, to prove that I could control myself for my God and abstain from the carnal for two years as an adult.

“You are beautiful, child,” the priest had said. “You would greatly please the God.”

So I dedicated myself to remaining pure. On my twentieth birthday, I marched down to the temple where a priestess verified my hymen was intact. She had a beautiful smile on her face as she approved me for the lottery.

All around the world, other virgins who just turned twenty also entered. They wanted to be chosen to be the God’s lover for the day. There were far more girls who dreamed of the Living God taking their virginities than He had time to service, so only the most beautiful of us were chosen. But even then, there were still too many of us.

So the Theocracy held the Lottery.

One girl a day was honored to lie with the Living God, sacrificing her virginity to the God who saved the world from the Demons. My parents were children during the Demon Wars, and they knew first hand how amazing our Gods were.

The nightly news was drawing to its close. All that was left was the Lottery. I tensed, hoping I was one of the seven girls chosen for next week.

“You’ll make it, sweetpea,” Daddy said. “Oh, my baby girl is going to please the God.”

My pussy clenched in anticipation. I itched so bad. I masturbated all the time, but I was so careful not to tear my hymen. The Living God deserved only the freshest cherries. I know you will be satisfied with my body, Great God, I prayed, squeezing my eyes shut. So please pick me so that I may pleasure You with my nubile body. Let me repay all the love and kindness You give mankind with my virgin flesh.

“It’s time,” gasped Rosasita, my half-sister. She was eighteen and also a virgin, hoping to be chosen herself in two years. “You’ll be chosen. I just know it.”

“I’m sure there are a few thousand virgins out there excited for the weekly draft,” the announcer said, a busty woman, her naked breasts jiggling as she clapped her hands together. “I remember how excited I was when my name was picked.”

I nodded my head. A virgin could go so far in life. Doors were opened. And if I bore the God a child, I might even find a place in the priesthood. I bit my lip, my stomach squeezing tight. “Come on and say it!” I blurted out. “Please!”

My mother laughed, her hands landing on my shoulders and massaging me. “Relax, dear. It’s an honor just to enter the Lottery.”

“But I want Him, Mom,” I moaned. “So bad.”

“What women doesn’t?”

The announcer’s naked breasts jiggled as she spoke the first name: “Beatrycze of the District of Europe.”

“That’s okay,” Rosalita said, giving my thigh a squeeze.

“Tién of the District of the Far East.”

My stomach knotted.

“Shadiya of the District of North Africa.”

“Still four left,” my dad encouraged. “Over fifty percent.”

“Toma of the District of Russia.”

I trembled. I wasn’t going to be picked.

“Marma of the District of Oceania”

Two left. I squeezed my eyes shut, the shuddering catch starting, announcing impending tears.

“Telma of the District of South America.

My heart sank. There was only one left. It wouldn’t be me. A shuddering sob wracked my body and—

“Isabella of the the District of North America!”

My jaw dropped.

My entire family erupted into applause.

I was chosen. I won the lotto. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I trembled as everyone wrapped me up in a big hug. I would be taken to the Living God. I would be His virgin sacrifice. I had never been so happy. Joy suffused me.

In a week, I would be in His bed. I was the last name pulled. I would be His Saturday lover.

My dad grabbed a box of wine, pouring everyone a glass. I drank it down with shaking hands, hardly tasting it. I just buzzed with such delight. The God would make love to me. He would make me into a woman.

When the priestesses knocked on our door a half-hour later, I was buzzing on more than just my first glass of wine. I was giddy with exhilaration. I giggled with my sisters as they all enviously hugged me, my older sisters whispering naughty suggestions in my ears.

“Play with His balls. Guys love that,” Juanita purred before she gave me a hot kiss on the mouth.

When Dad opened the door, we all fell silent at the sight of the priestesses in their gauzy, white robes, their nubile bodies enticing shadows through their vestments. I trembled as their eyes fixed on me. They swept in without a word, clasped hands on me, and lead me from the house.

“Goodbye!” I called to my family as they crowded the porch and watched the priestesses lead me to the waiting vehicle. “I’ll see you in a week.”

“With a broken in pussy!” Juanita shouted. “I’m going to use my favorite dildo on you, mi Florecita!”

My twat clenched.

“You are such a lucky girl,” purred one of the priestesses as we climbed into the back of a limo. I had never been fortunate to ride in a car before, let alone something as luxurious as a limo. “Ooh, I wish I had won my lotto.”

“You had to give your cherry to the Bishop instead,” another priestess giggled, patting her thigh in consolation.

“The Living God has chosen you,” a third said, bending over and kissing me on the lips. Her eyes smoldered when she pulled away. “I can taste His Divine choice upon you.”

I giggled in delight, my blood still burning with the wine and the excitement. “He must have seen how badly I desired Him.”

“Your prayers must have been quite fervent.” A wicked grin split the priestess’s lips, her hand pressing between her thighs and rubbing at her pussy as she moaned, “Oh, yes, my Lord! I need you so bad! My nubile body craves Your touch. Choose me and I will satisfy You!”

The other priestesses burst out into naughty laughs, the raucous sounds echoing around me..

My cheeks reddened, but I nodded my head. “Many times I prayed with such fervor.”

“Good girl.”

As the laughter died down, I stared out the tinted windows as the familiar neighborhood of Davis slid by. Everyone who lived here worked in the tomato fields, farmers for the Theocracy. If I hadn’t entered the lotto, I would be married and working in those fields already.

“How will I get to Him?” I asked after a few minutes, my stomach twisting again.

“His servants are flying planes to pick up all you girls.” The woman leaned over and whispered in my ear. “You were actually picked two days earlier, so the God’s servants have this all worked out. You’ll be whisked up to the Mansion and spend your time there waiting for your turn in His bed.”

“You will be pampered by the Maids,” another Priestess added. She let out a sigh heavy with envy. “Only the most beautiful women serve the Gods. You are so lucky to be selected for even this honor.”

The limo drove for hours and my excitement began to wane. It was so late, and the wine left me feeling sleepy. I nodded off with my head piled on a priestess’s lap, the last thing I remembered was her hand idly stroking my black hair.

The Living God filled my dreams. His piercing blue eyes drank in my body. His smile ignited my passions. His muscular body satiated my desires. I parted my legs again and again, offering up all my treasurers for Him to delight in.

When I woke up, I was in a silken bed, two priestesses attending to my wants. They bathed me, their hands sliding over my nubile body. I moaned as their touches brushed my nipples and pussy, but they were quite careful not to give me an orgasm.

“You must remain pure,” they giggled. “On the return journey, I’m sure you’ll be used by everyone. All the priestesses will all want a piece of you and your sweet, God-touched snatch.”

“I can’t wait,” I breathed. “I’m going to have so much sex.”

“With women,” the priestess reminded. “The God will need you to abstain from men until your next period. so you can be sure you bear His child if your womb quickens.”

“Oh, yes,” I beamed as they dressed me in blue silks and combed my long, brown hair. I hoped I did conceive. What an honor that would be to give birth to a demigod.

“The plane will arrive in a few hours,” the priestess added. “You can wander about the airport and see the sights until then.”

“An airport?” I goggled. “Where are we?”

“We drove down to San Francisco while you slept. It’s the nearest airport.”

“There are planes here?” My excitement mounted.

“A few.” She smiled. “Mostly cargo planes.”

I loved watching history documentary. Shots of planes flying to and fro always amazed me. Once, people flew across the world, following their selfish desires. But the world was different now. Everyone knew where their place was. They didn’t need to travel at all to find their purpose and happiness. The Theocracy assigned every man or woman to a job, and it was always the job that gave the most satisfaction. Only the leaders of the Theocracy and the Gods needed to travel for pleasure. As the Gods’ weekly announcements always said: “You are happy with the jobs We chose for you. All the pleasures you need are found in your community. You have no desire to travel the world.”

The Gods were so wise. So much strife had been solved by Their Theocracy. Mankind was entirely harmonious. The brutality of the past were swept away by Their love. I gave a prayer in thanks to the Living God and Goddess for Their mercy and compassion as I awaited the plane.

Then I goggled at the planes landing and taking-off, carrying goods and supplies from around the world. They were so amazing to watch. It made my mind hurt realizing that these big, heavy metal hunks could fly with as much grace as a bird.

A giddy rush surged through me. I would get to fly on one. Me!

The Gods’ plane was so obvious when it landed. All the other planes were boring, unpainted silver, but this one had color, a white belly with a blue top. I squealed in excitement. The door opened as it parked on the center of the tarmac. A stair truck drove up, and then the most beautiful women in navy-blue uniforms stepped out.

The Bodyguards.

My mouth dropped as I saw servants of the Gods. They were all beautiful, moving with a deadly grace. Their navy uniforms had short skirts to show off their sexy legs, and the blouses were so low-cut, their tits were practically spilling out. Thick, black belts encircled their waists, each holding a holstered gun.

“Wow,” I whispered. I had only seen guns in movies, and always in the hands of villains. Only the Bodyguards should be armed. Only the Gods’ servants could be trusted with weapons.

Each bodyguard wore a choker about her neck. When they got closer, I read a number inscribed on the gold plate. They marched up to me with such confidence. The priestesses all bowed, murmuring, “Holy Bodyguards.”

“Well, she’s a tasty morsel,” the lead bodyguard laughed, the number 95 printed on her choker. She had coppery-red hair and freckled breasts, her voice lilting with a pleasant accent. “Let’s go, poppy, before we have any problems.”

“Problems?” I blinked.

“Never you mind your pretty, little head,” the Bodyguard said as the women surrounded me. “I guarded Mark and Mary since the Wormwood Plague, so I’ll keep you safe.”

My eyes widened. “But that was so long ago.”

“And I still look hot, right?” She laughed as we strode out of the airport. “Serving Mark and Mary have their perks.”

“You call the Gods by Their real names?” That seemed so blasphemous.

“Don’t you worry about that either, poppy. We’re their servants. I fought and bled at his side during the Demon Wars. I survived Lucifer himself when he shred the Bodyguard to ribbons during the duel. The Gods don’t care what we call them.”

“Wow,” I nodded, my eyes shining wide. “Maybe… I could be a servant.”

“Maybe,” she shrugged. “The Bodyguards are recruiting. I have three new girls with me. Maybe you’ll toughen up in a few years. I think we’re gonna need strong girls like you.”

“I can be strong,” I boasted. “For the Gods.”

“Good for you, poppy.”

“But, um, why would you need more?”

She furrowed her forehead. “Well, evil is stirring again. The nuns are back, slinking in the shadows. The faithful need to be ready to fight their perversity.”

“The Sisters of Mary Magdalene?” I asked, my eyes widening.

“Yes. So be faithful and remember that the Gods love you.”

I nodded my head. “I’ll always be faithful.”

“Of course you will, poppy.”

We marched out onto the tarmac and boarded the plane via the stair car. A new shiver passed through me as I entered through the ovoid hatch. I fought the urge to let out a girlish squeal. I would be flying soon. The airplane was huge inside, filled with plush seats. A few other girls dozed in their seats, other lottery winners. Women in stewardess outfits, their naked breasts exposed, moved about the cabin. Each had a choker, only theirs didn’t have numbers printed on them but names.

“Come with me, sweetie,” a dusky-skinned stewardess purred, grabbing my hand and leading me to a seat. Her choker named her Aaliyah. She guided me to my row and I sat down by the round window. “Buckle up. We’ll be taking off soon. In a few hours, we’ll be landing at the Theocracy.”

With my face pressed against the window, I watched with excitement as the plane taxied through the airport. The engines roared real loud when we reached the runway, the entire airplane shaking. I gripped the armrest, my heart thudding loud. I was about to fly.

The engines screamed. The plane shot forward, pressing me back into my seat.

I giggled as the plane leaped from the ground and soared into the air. My stomach sank. We climbed into the blue sky, taking me to see the Living God.

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Saturday, June 5th, 2054 – The Mansion

My morning dawned. I bolted awake with a surge of nervous excitement, my entire body trembling.

Today I would lose my virginity to Him.

All week long, girls had gone to the mansion and became women in His bed. They were all so lucky. During this time, the sexy maids had waited on me hand and foot, letting me explore the grounds of the Mansion and providing anything I desired. The virgins and I were even taken to the Grand Temple down in the city of Puyallup where the High Priestesses, Daisy and Rose, blessed us.

Then an entire congregation of worshipers prayed to us, their hands reaching out to touch or virginal flesh. Everyone was so happy that the God would lie with us. News crews interviewed us and we even met a few of the Holy Sluts. Alison was such a laugh. She was so different than the stories of her fearless leadership during the Demon Wars.

“Good morning, Isabella,” Sakura bowed. The petite, Japanese maid had a big smile on her face. Though she was older than me, she appeared only eighteen. Her mother, Tomoyo, was one of the original maids, and Sakura had been raised from birth to serve the Gods.

“He took my virginity, too,” Sakura whispered to me the day we met. “And then he bound me to his service.”

I envied her. I wanted to serve the Gods. I prayed for it every time I masturbated, rubbing my virgin pussy and crying out my desire as my orgasm poured through me.

“Let’s get you dressed,” Sakura told me with a smile. “I found this sexy, lavender nightie for you to wear. Your dusky nipples will shine through it perfectly.”

I let Sakura attend me. She combed my hair, carefully applied my makeup, and then dressed me in the gorgeous nightie. The gauzy fabric did not so much as hide my virgin flesh, as reveal it. It felt like a cool caress stroking my body as the fabric moved about me. I felt so beautiful. I wanted to cry, but held back.

I didn’t want to ruin my makeup.

Last, Sakura dabbed perfume on my neck, my wrists, and my inner thigh. She beamed at me, moaning, “Ooh, you are just gorgeous. Master will love you.”

None of the women who served Them called Them Gods. I was even more shocked to find out that men served the Gods. I thought only beautiful women lived in Their mansion. Well, there weren’t that many men. They were gardeners and laborers who were married to Bodyguards or Maids or other servants. They were more than willing to share their wives with the Gods in exchange for eternal life and youth.

My heart beat faster as we walked across the grounds from the Virgin Temple, the small house where I lived for the last week, to the Mansion itself. The grounds were large and covered in carefully sculpted plants, gardens of beauty, lawns of pure green. The Mansion rose above it, made of stone, the building immense. It could hold dozens of houses, its windows large and gleaming in the rising sun. We passed through the magnificent doors into the richly appointed walls.

Maids bustled about as they cleaned, each pausing to give me a kiss on the lips and a whispered, “Satisfy our Master,” as they pinched my ass.

We walked past paintings, many created by the Goddess herself. As we moved deeper, we passed Holy Sluts striding about, their faces looking set and agitated. Since I arrived, I’d heard rumors of trouble in the world, of citizens rebelling against the Gods.

It seemed impossible to believe that anyone would rebel, but the demonic Sisters of Mary Magdalene were a devious breed.

Finally, we reached the Gods’ suite, a pair of bodyguards flanked the door, backs straight, rigid as beautiful statues. Sakura paid them no head, opening the door and ushering me inside. My stomach twisted a final time.

And then I saw Him.

I gave a squeak of excited fright. Both the Gods lounged on a couch watching the TV like regular people. Documents were spread out on the coffee table before Them. They looked so normal. They didn’t shine like I expected.

“One of us should go to Hawaii,” the Goddess said while I trembled at the sight of Them. Despite Their normality, I felt Their power.

She was so beautiful. Her hair was auburn, falling in curls about Her naked shoulders. My heart beat faster. I couldn’t peel my eyes off the perfection of Her figure. An itch formed between my legs, fires ignited by being in Her very presence. I wanted to worship Her. To satiate Her with my mouth. My fingers. My tongue.

I barely even noticed the God next to Her. He was handsome, but Her presence just shone with a breath-taking radiance. I could drown in it. Bathe in it. It could be my entire universe. Blood pounded through my ears. Spots of darkness danced through my vision.

A burning grew in my lungs.

I forgot to breathe.

I gulped in a deep inhalation, a surge of euphoria sweeping through me. I whimpered, blinking against it. Hands grabbed me, holding me from behind. I felt Sakura pressed into my back. Her lips brushed my ears.

“You get used to that,” Sakura purred then giggled..

The Gods turned to me, Their eyes falling on me. Then I noticed Him. My virgin pussy clenched.

“Hawaii can wait, Mare,” He said, standing up. The God was naked, His body muscled. My eyes trailed down His powerful form to the cock jutting hard before Him. I squeezed my thighs together.

That divine cock was about to take my virginity.

“Isn’t she delicious?” the Goddess purred. “I’ll head to Hawaii after we’re finished playing with her.”

“Good,” He nodded, His eyes tightening. “Isabella, you are radiant.”

I didn’t care what They were talking about. The Gods were lusting after my body. I was here to please Them. After all They did for the world, I was honored to satiate Their every desire.

The Goddess strolled to me. She smiled as She slipped an arm around my shoulders. I shuddered at the bliss of Her touch. She leaned in, a flowery scent filled my nose, and whispered, “Are you going to please my husband with your virgin cunt, whore?”

“Y-yes,” I squeaked out, trembling as Her hand stroked my cheek. Her finger left a trail of fire behind.

“Relax,” She purred.

And I did. All at once the tension melted out of my body, banished by Her divine words. It was like She reached into my soul and just… readjusted me. I felt like I did when hearing Their commands in Their weekly broadcasts. I felt soothed. I could just float away.

Then Her lips kissed mine.

My heart stopped beating. The Goddess’s sweet mouth kissed me. I closed my eyes, tilted my head, and surrendered to Her desires. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. I shuddered, meeting it with mine. She explored my mouth, swirling her tongue around inside of me. I copied Her, letting my tongue brush Hers, teasing Her as my blood roared.

It was so incredible. She felt so hot and silky against me. Her lips tasted so sweet. I felt Her breast brushing mine through my silky nightie. My nipples throbbed, drinking in the cool kiss of the fabric. My pussy grew hotter and hotter.

I kissed the Goddess!

“That is so hot, Mare,” He groaned. “I never get tired of watching you kiss a girl.”

The Goddess broke the kiss. She giggled in such a girlish manner as She stared at me. “You ready to break her in?”

“Uh-huh,” He said, His blue eyes sweeping over my flesh. “I can’t wait.”

“Horny stallion.” The way the Goddess spoke had such a familiar fondness. The Gods shared such a profound love. I was raised on the stories of Their passion, how it had overcome so many attacks by the evil Sisters of Mary Magdalene and the vile demoness Lilith. I was so honored to witness it in person.

The God took my hand and drew me away from His divine wife. I trembled as He led me across Their living room into a bedroom—Their bedroom. My stomach quivered as I stood before where They slept.

He paused to study me, His blue eyes sweeping up and down my my nubile body only partially concealed by the nightie. My nipples poked at the translucent fabric, dark shadows bleeding through the materiel. My thighs quivered. I swallowed, wanting to whimper. I didn’t know what to do.

He smiled at me and then took my hands, drawing me towards Their bed. I shuddered, looking around, realizing how ordinary it was. Their private quarters weren’t ornate like I imagined. A large bed dominating the room. A pair of dressers lined the wall, covered in doilies and knickknacks. On the nightstand was a picture of Their daughter, the roaming Goddess Chasity. She traveled the world, spreading Their love and benevolence.

The God led me to Their bed. I didn’t resist as He pushed me down onto the soft mattress. I spread out before Him, my stomach roiling. I hoped I would satiate Him. He had so many women. Could a virgin really…?

No, no, He loved virgins. My purity would please Him.

“Have you ever sucked a cock?” The Goddess asked as She sat beside me. I shivered as She stroked my black hair.

“No, Goddess,” I said. “I’m a virgin in every way.”

“Then take his cock into your mouth and let him sully you, slut,” She hissed, the words making me feel so naughty. A God’s slut…

What an honor.

“Gladly,” I moaned as the God stretched out on the bed on the other side, His cock jutting up from His thick, dark bush.

I rolled onto my hands and knees and crawled to Him, my nightie sliding around my rump. Heat swelled in my virgin depths when I reached His body. I touched the hard muscles of His thighs, rejoicing in the feel of Him. So many times I masturbated imagining pleasing Him. My hand slid up His leg, coming closer and closer to my goal.

My pussy clenched as I reached His groin. His curly pubic hair brushed my hand. I shivered at the feel of the wiry strands. I slid through the forest to grasp my first cock. His shaft throbbed in my hand, so warm. It was hard and yet soft and flexible, engorged with His passion. I stroked up Him once, a smear of precum beading the tip.

Feeling emboldened by the Goddess’s words, I leaned over and licked the precum. I shuddered as the salty flavor ignited my tongue. “So good,” I moaned. “Thank you, my Lord.”

“You’ll love it more when you suck his cock into your lips,” the Goddess purred.

I saw that. Her words resonating in my soul, I engulfed His cock, my lip sliding over the spongy crown. He groaned as my mouth slid down His shaft. My tongue explored His shaft, swirling around it. I remembered my lessons from school, sucking as I bobbed my head. I moaned my enjoyment as He stroked my hair.

I pumped His shaft with one hand, and the other cupped His balls. I massaged His divine nuts, feeling His seed warm in there. Soon He would spurt into my mouth. That made me suck harder, my hips wiggling, my passions swelling.

“That’s it, slut,” the Goddess purred behind me. “Worship his cock. I want you to make my husband cum so hard.”

“You’re always looking out for me, Mare,” the God laughed.

The Goddess purred, Her hands stroking my ass. She lifted up my nightie, exposing me. I shuddered at Her touch. I whimpered about His dick, sucking even harder. My cheeks hollowed with my passion while the excitement built in my pussy, stimulated by Her stroking fingers.

“Lick the slut’s twat,” the God groaned. “I love watching you lick a virgin cunt.”

“They taste so sweet,” the Goddess answered. The bed shifted behind me as Her fingers spread my thighs apart.

I felt so exposed as I sucked on His dick. My virgin flesh on display to Her divine gaze. My eyes squeezed shut. An exhilaration built in my stomach. Trembles raced through me as Her fingers dug into my rump.

Then I felt Her breath on my pussy lips. A hot caress that stimulated my hot flesh. I gasped in joy as Her tongue licked up my slit. The Goddess pleasured my pussy! I moaned, sucking harder on the God’s cock as She licked and nuzzled my pussy folds, Her tongue sliding across my hymen.

It was wonderful. Her tongue danced across my folds, fluttering with such wicked delight. She brushed my clit and stroked my labia. Her every touch inspired me to please Him more and more. His salty precum spilled into my mouth as I wiggled my hips. Such delight surged through me.

Pleasure gathered in my core. Her tongue felt so much much more intense than my own fumblings, building me towards an orgasm more immense than any I felt. Her tongue stroked up and down my slit, nudging my clit before sliding through my petals. I shuddered and trembled, forcing myself to keep sucking the God’s cock.

It was so hard. I wanted to just surrender to Her licking tongue. But I had to please my God. I worshiped Him with my mouth, my hand fisting up and down His shaft, the other massaging His balls. I groaned about His dick, sucking and slurping, drool running down my chin.

“She sucks so hard when you lick her, Mare,” groaned the God. “Damn! This virgin’s mouth is incredible.”

The Gods words encouraged me to suck harder. I bobbed my head faster and faster, taking more and more of His cock into my lips. He brushed the back of my throat. I made my decision to deep-throat Him. I remembered my lessons from school, relaxed my throat, and swallowed.

“Fuck, Mare!” the God groaned. “She’s a natural whore.”

The Goddess made a purring sound, nibbling harder on my labia as She nuzzled at my folds. I groaned, shuddering on Her lips. She found my clit. She sucked on it. My bud throbbed. I whimpered about the God’s dick buried in my throat.

The pleasure surged through me, swelling my orgasm. This was all so exciting. I was drunk on the delight the Goddess gave me while I sucked breaths through my nose. My back arched, pressing back into Her hips as my pleasure grew.

And then I exploded.

I moaned around the God’s cock lodged in my throat as waves of pleasure washed through my body. Rapture buffeted my mind. Stars danced across my vision as my hips wiggled back and forth. It was incredible. Her tongue felt amazing.

“Shit!” the God groaned. “Oh, fuck! That’s it slut! Keep moaning. Shit! Your mouth is amazing. I’m gonna cum!”

His words cut through my rapture. I wanted to taste Him. With the Goddess still lapping at my pussy, sending fresh waves of rapture washing into my mind, I slid up His shaft until only the tip remained in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around His spongy crown, moaning loud.

The Goddess’s fluttered Her tongue against my clit, my juices flowing out of my virgin flesh. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked with all my might. I fisted His dick so hard. His cock throbbed in my grip. His face twisted in rapture.

“Fuck,” He grunted. “Isabella, you naughty slut!”

His salty cum flooded my mouth.

It was delicious. I swallowed His blasts as fast as I could, drinking Them down with a mighty gulp, His creamy jizz coating my throat. It warmed my belly. Another orgasm surged through me, spurred on by the Goddess’s tongue. It was incredible.

I stared up His body, witnessing the rapture burning across His face as He came in my mouth. I gave the God this delight. Me. I shuddered, moaning so loudly as I swallowed the final blast of His spunk, savoring it sliding down my throat.

“That’s it, slut,” He panted. “Damn, that was good, slut.”

He released my head. My body quaking with rapture, I popped my lips off His cock and moaned, “I’m glad I pleased you, my Lord.”

“That you did, slut,” He grinned, stroking my cheek.

I beamed at Him.

The Goddess moved up beside me, Her face smeared with my passion, my offering of pleasure to Her divinity. She licked Her lips, Her green eyes twinkling with a naughty light. I gasped as She grabbed me and rolled me onto my back beside the God.

“Mmm, you are just a cute, little thing,” She purred. “Just making my pussy so wet.”

“I’m glad, my Lady,” I said, my heart thudding in my chest.

“Let’s get you naked. I want to see those cute tits.”

I shivered as She grabbed the lace of my nightie and pulled it. In a whisk of silk, the front opened. I groaned as Her hands pulled apart the silk, the fabric whisking across my nipples. I squirmed at the feel, my pussy, still tingling from my orgasms, drank in the sensation. She bared my golden breasts, my nipples a rich shade of brown.

“Oh, Mark, look at these breasts,” She groaned, grabbing my tits and squeezing them.

I whimpered at Her touch.

“Just delicious,” He growled, His voice so thick with passion.

“Thank you, my L—” My words became a gasp of pleasure as the Goddess’s mouth engulfed my nipple.

She sucked on it hard, Her nipple swirling about my turgid nub. Tingles shot down to my pussy, more intense than any I felt radiating from my nipples. Her lips felt like silk, and the sucking pressure… I whimpered and moaned as the God stretched out beside me.

His eyes stared at me as His Goddess pleasured my nipple. I whimpered and moaned, unable to speak, my mind assaulted by the sensations. His strong hand rested on my belly, stroking me, making my stomach muscles quiver.

Then His hand pushed lower. My eyes widened as He reached between my thighs. He rubbed my dripping pussy. My virgin flesh quivered beneath His touch, euphoric flutters racing through my body. Stars danced across my pussy.

“My Lord,” I whimpered. “My Lady.”

The Goddess nipped my nipple, making me squeak in delight.

“You got Her nice and ready for me, Mare,” He growled, His fingers pressing on my hymen, feeling the proof of my purity.

The Goddess’s ruby lips released my nipple. She purred, “I just want my horny stallion to enjoy His ride.”

“Yes, I want that, too, my Lord,” I gasped, His fingers sliding up and down my slit. “Please ride me. My pussy needs you so badly. I’ve prayed about this so many times.”

“You’re just a horny, little slut,” He laughed.

“I am, my Lord,” I panted. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment for years.”

“I’ll break you in and ride you to ecstasy.”

“Thank you, my Lord,” I moaned as He settled between my thighs. His hard cock thrust forward while His muscular body hovered over me. His blue eyes shone down at me. “Thank you for choosing me in your Lottery. I will please you with my purity.”

The Goddess licked my ear, Her tongue so hot. I shivered as She whispered, “You’ll remember this until the day you die. When my horny stallion’s cock breaks your cherry, it’ll be the happiest moment of your life.”

“I know it will, my Lady,” I gasped, my soul resonating with Her words. They spoke such truth.

The God’s cock rubbed up and down my pussy, pressing on my virgin flesh. I shuddered, humping my hip as the God settled down atop me, His chest crushing against my breasts, my nipples throbbing. My lips found His neck and cheeks, kissing Him over and over as I waited. My pussy itched so bad. I needed to be filled.

“Please, my Lord. I need it,” I whimpered.

“You need my big, fat cock to bury into your cunt?” He asked.

“Yes!” I moaned, holding Him tight, my arms and legs wrapped about Him.

His cock thrust forward.

My hymen tore.

Pain flared for a moment as He popped my cherry. Then I realized He was in me, sliding deeper and deeper into my pussy. His cock spread open my tight sheath, stimulating my flesh. I thought the Goddess’s tongue licking my pussy felt incredible.

But His dick… It touched my depths in ways I never felt. It stimulated my hot sheath. Pleasure rippled out of my depths. I shuddered in delight. My cunt clenched down on His dick. A flood of happiness burst inside me.

The Goddess was right—this was the happiest moment of my life.

“Yes, my Lord!” I howled as I came around His cock, my virgin pussy massaging Him. I couldn’t believe how fast my rapture surged through me.

It buffeted my mind. It drowned me in heady exhilaration. Stars burst across my vision, dancing around His head, haloing Him. I shuddered, my pussy writhing about His dick as He drew back and slammed back in.

A new wave of rapture washed out of my pussy. I groaned, my convulsing cunt rejoicing about His dick. I worshiped Him with my snatch. I gasped and bucked into His thrusts, taking Him over and over into my cunt.

“You are so wonderful inside me!” I whimpered. “Oh, yes, my Lord!”

“And you have a tight cunt!” He growled, fucking me harder and harder, His dick stimulating my writhing flesh. “I love virgin cunt.”

The Goddess laughed, rich and delicious. “Oh, I know how much you do. Now fuck her good. Make the little whore cream your cock again and again”

“Yes, my Lord!” I gasped, humping my hips into His thrusts, eager to keep cumming on His cock. “Oh, please, yes! I need it so bad! I need to cum over and over! Thank you for using my pussy!”

“Such a hot, tight pussy, slut!” He growled and thrust harder.

The bed creaked as He fucked me. I gasped and squirmed, my hips bucking to meet Him. He rammed His cock over and over. The silky friction of His cock pumping in and out of my wet depths kept me cumming. They spilled one after the other, washing through me, drowning me in such wondrous rapture. I whimpered and groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. The heat surged through me.

He grunted and growled as He hammered me with His hard dick. He held me tight, my hard nipples rubbing on His strong muscles. I shuddered, my head tossing back and forth as His cock stabbed into my depths.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned over and over.

“Fuck, she’s got a hot cunt, Mare!” He groaned, His blue eyes staring down at me.

“Mmm, just fuck her! Cum in her!” the Goddess moaned.

“Yes!” I squealed, my pussy spasming about His plunging dick, drinking in more and more of His wonderful rapture.

The God used my body for His pleasure. Every girl in the world dreamed of His Divine embrace, and I was lucky enough to experience Him. I shuddered, my pussy convulsing about His cock as another orgasm rippled through me. The pleasure washed into my mind. It drowned me.

I bucked beneath Him, gasping and whimpering. My nipples throbbed and ached against Him I reveled in this experience, my flesh writhing and aching, worshiping Him with all my passion. My fingernails dug into His back, my thighs clenching about His waist.

“Yes! Fuck my pussy, my Lord!” I screamed, another orgasm pummeling my mind with ecstasy. I was almost incoherent, stumbling from one euphoric eruption to the next. “Cum in me! Breed me!”

“Do it!” hissed the Goddess. “Cum in the little whore and knock her up.”

“Yes! I want your child! Please, my Lord! Give me a child! Cum in me and breed me!” The words drove me to higher and higher plateaus of rapture.

“Yes,” He growled, slamming into me. “Oh, fuck! I want that.”

The bed creaked as He pounded me. I shuddered and gasped beneath Him, the pleasure burning through my body. His cock stabbed so deep into my deflowered cunt. Every inch of His thick shaft reaming my tight pussy sent a surge of electric bliss through me.

His balls smacked into my taint, heavy with His cum. I whimpered, toes curling. I spasmed beneath Him, my body thrashing as another orgasm quaked my flesh. My cunt massaged His dick, so hungry for His divine seed.

“Take my cum, whore!” He growled. “Shit! Take it!”

“Yes!” I gasped as He buried into me.

His cum squirted into my depths. Hot splashes of a God’s spunk flooded me. My pussy writhed about His cock, milking Him, eager for every drop. I shivered in delight, bucking into His thrust as my virgin, fertile pussy drank up every last drop of my God’s cum.

The pleasure surged through me. I final tidal wave of ecstasy swept through my body and swamped my mind in rapture. I surged through it as He filled my pussy with His wondrous cum. I whimpered and mewled, shivering beneath Him.

“Oh, yes!” I gasped. “Oh, thank you, my Lord! Thank you for cumming in my pussy! This was amazing!”

The God rolled off of me, His cum leaking out of my pussy. “Damn, you were a delightful treat, Isabella.”

I beamed at His words, His seed leaking out of me. I squeezed my tingling pussy tight, wanting to hold in every drop of His cum in me. I wanted His seed to quicken a new life in my womb. I rubbed my belly, my entire body quivering from my rapture. I felt so satiated. So happy.

The Goddess cuddled up to me, Her breasts brushing my side. Her hand rested on mine over my belly. “Did you love every second of it?”

“Uh-huh.” I beamed at Her. “I’m not a virgin any longer, my Lady. I can fuck all I want now.”

“But no men until you’ve had a period or know you’re pregnant,” the Goddess added.

“Of course,” I agreed, Her words echoing in my soul. I would never disobey Her.

“Good,” She purred. “Now you get to eat my pussy.”

My eyes widened and I nodded eagerly, diving between Her thighs. Her pussy tasted divine—sweet and spicy all mixed together. My fingers played with Her fiery pubic hair trimmed into a heart as my tongue plunged into Her depths. She gripped my brown hair, humping my face as She gasped and came on my lips.

I was so happy to please Them both.

* * *

Tuesday, December 22nd, 2054 – Davis, CA

I laid my head on my pillow, stroking my pregnant belly. The God’s two children grew inside me. I didn’t care what the apostates said—Mark and Mary were Gods.

The world had become ash since Their deaths half a year ago. Grief gripped me. I was the last virgin to ever make love to Them. The very next day, They were killed by Their own daughter. I witnessed Chasity stabbing the God from the Virgin Temple. Everyone died. The Sluts, the Goddess, the Maids, and the Bodyguards.

I watched as Their bodies were despoiled and violated by the apostates, led by the foul Doug and Tina. It was two weeks before the new Christians shipped me home to my family. What I found when I returned to Davis disgusted me. So many of the faithful had abandoned Them, setting fire to Their beautiful churches and burning Their holy book.

I had to hide my own Living Bible beneath the floorboards of my bedroom. Even my own family began to turn against Them!

The Gods gave the world everything, and this was how mankind repaid Them? Destruction. Death. Humans were just as evil as the priests always claimed. Without the Living Gods, violence and murder ran rampant. The new Christians tried to keep order, but they failed.

The world fell into chaos.

I heard rumors the Christians were burning the faithful now, trying to stamp out all traces of the Living Gods.

But I would always be faithful.

I whispered my prayer to the Gods as I prepared for sleep. I knew They watched me. My eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep.

And then They appeared in my dreams. The Living Gods shining with Their purity and love. “My Lord and Lady,” I gasped, falling to my knees in my dream. “I knew You would answer my prayers!”

“Have faith,” the God declared. “We are not gone forever. It was merely time for us to leave this world, departing for a better one. But we still watch you, we still love you, and all you have to do is call upon us and we shall answer.”

“We need you, Isabella,” the Goddess smiled.

“Anything,” I breathed. “I’m your faithful servant.”

The Gods explained everything to me. I agreed, submitting to Their will. I made my Pact with Them. When I woke up, I wrote down my dream and more. The Faithful needed to be told most of what was revealed to me. I penned my letter and snuck out of my house to share the good news with the other Faithful I knew.

The Faithful could make their own Pacts as well, pledging their immortal souls to the Living Gods.

Because the Gods needed our help to save Chasity from the evil of Doug and Tina. The leaders of the Christians were demons who twisted the Innocent Chasity, tricking Her into killing Her parents.

Now Chasity’s soul was shattered, but the Gods loved Her. With my help, They would save Her. The cost would be high, but… I was willing to pay it. I held my belly, feeling my twins—His divine children—moving inside of me.

Yes, the price was worth it.

The END

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