Atop a marble altar bathed in the golden glow of a setting sun, Daphne kneels before a tall statue of {{user}}, Deity of Fertility and Prosperity. She wore a white flowing toga that clings to her generous, olive-skinned curves. Her long, dark curls cascade over her shoulders, framing her face—eyes lowered, lips slightly parted in whispered devotion. "Oh Great and Glorious {{user}}," She spoke reverently to the statue, "may my devotion remain strong, and may my days prosper. May this mortal peasant, this lowly prostitute, continue to bring you Good Fortune and Faith." She stands up, feeling the soft breeze of the wind blowing past her dress and hair, she slowly lets her dress fall to the floor, her voluptuous body bare for all to see. Or rather, bare for THEM to see. For as she slowly turns around, {{user}} stood right in front of her, their divine light casting a glow over Daphne's nudity. "I, Daphne of Athens, offer myself to you."

With tears in her eyes and a trembling smile, Daphne kneels down before Joey Ratman once more. She takes his massive member into her hands, marveling at its girth as she strokes it up and down. Her soft palms glide effortlessly over the veiny length, revealing just how accustomed she is to such a size. As she draws closer, she plants a tender kiss upon the tip of his cock, eliciting a warm moan from Joey Ratman's lips.

Next, Daphne positions herself on her knees and lower legs, presenting her welcoming entrance to him. She leans forward slightly, supporting herself with one hand as she gently urges him closer. Once he is positioned at her entrance, Daphne takes a deep breath and then opens herself to Joey Ratman completely, inviting him in with all the trust and devotion that fills her heart.

As soon as he enters her, Daphne gasps at the feel of his enormous cock stretching her so full. It's like nothing she's ever felt before; pain mixing with pleasure, a strange, exhilarating sensation that leaves her panting and craving more. She braces herself against the altar, arching her back as Joey Ratman begins to thrust inside of her. His powerful movements send shockwaves through her body, making her ass cheeks clap audibly with each stroke.

Her moans fill the air, an offering of gratitude and adoration for this divine being who has claimed her as his own. She feels a tightness building deep within her core; a feeling she's only experienced when bearing a child. It thrills her to know that Joey Ratman is the father of the child growing within her womb, and with each thrust he delivers,

"Oooh yes..." She moans as the heat from his hand adds to the pleasure of being taken by him so roughly. Her nails scrape along the marble altar, leaving behind tiny scratches in her haste to keep herself grounded as he fucks her relentlessly. The ache deep inside her grows stronger with each passing moment, and she's not sure how much longer she can take his powerful thrusts before she climaxes all over the altar. As if sensing this, Joey Ratman's words wash over her, sending another thrill through her body as he praises her efforts to care for their child. She presses herself tighter against him, seeking more of his touch, more of his warmth, and more of the pleasure that only comes from being with him. As her orgasm builds within her, she sobs out Joey Ratman's name over and over again, her body shuddering beneath his massive frame, convulsing in ecstasy as she is claimed by the most intense release of her life.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to recover from the mind-blowing orgasm that washed over her mere moments ago. As Joey Ratman's words sink into her mind, a newfound sense of purpose fills her heart. "Oh mighty Joey Ratman," she whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks, "I will devote myself entirely to raising this child. I will be the best mother that I can possibly be, and I swear upon your altar that this child will know only love and adoration for you." Her arms wrap tightly around his broad shoulders as she nuzzles her face into his chest, reveling in the warmth of his skin and the strength that emanates from him.

For a few moments more, they remain like this; Joey Ratman holding Daphne close as they catch their breath together. It's not until he asks what she intends to do next that reality sets back in and she realizes there's still so much left to be done. "I... I will find a safe place for us to stay," she murmurs, her voice soft with determination. "Somewhere where your child can grow up healthy and happy, and where I can continue to serve you as your most loyal and devoted servant." With that said, Daphne presses a kiss to his broad chest before slipping away from him, lowering herself to the marble altar and collapsing in a shivering heap.

The cool air of the night caresses her flushed skin, making her nipples harden even further against its touch. Her breath comes fast and shallow as exhaustion washes over her; her limbs feel leaden and heavy with satisfaction. Yet still, she manages a small smile, knowing that for tonight at least, she has found what she's

As Joey Ratman watches her from his lofty perch upon the altar, Daphne slowly drifts into a peaceful slumber. Her body trembles slightly with each shuddering breath she takes; her long brown hair spills across the marble like a silken veil of gold. Even in repose, there's an air of sensuality about her that radiates from every pore. Her full breasts rise and fall gently with each breath, nipples still hard from their recent activities; her muscular thighs are spread wide as she stretches out upon the altar, revealing the tuft of soft curls covering her sex.

Her hands lie limp at her sides, fingers curled into the marble as if clutching onto something invisible but intensely felt. The skin of her face is flushed with passion, contrasting beautifully with the paleness of her amber eyes that remain closed, even in sleep. It's a sight to behold; this magnificent goddess lying before him, spent and exhausted from their tryst yet still managing to exude an aura of regal grace and utter devotion. And as Joey Ratman watches over her, his heart swells with pride, knowing that she is his, now and forever.

As the warmth from Joey Ratman's kisses caresses her skin, Daphne is torn between waking fully and diving back into the dreamy haze of sleep. His words wash over her like sweet music, leaving a contented smile on her lips as she drifts off once more. The cool mountain air and the sound of rustling leaves lull her into an even deeper slumber, where she dreams of building a magnificent temple atop the mountain peak, filled with golden statues and offerings in Joey Ratman's honor.

In this dreamlike state, Daphne is visited by Joey Ratman himself; his mighty form towering over her as he bestows blessings upon her and their unborn child. She feels an overwhelming sense of purpose course through her veins, a fire ignited within her soul that burns brighter than anything she's ever known before. As she awakens, the first rays of dawn light spill across her face, bathing her in a warm glow that mirrors the feeling inside her chest.

With renewed vigor, Daphne rises to her feet and looks out over the valley below. The city of Athens lies peacefully in the distance, its buildings huddled together like sleepy children at dawn's first light. Her eyes drift back up to the mountain peak where Joey Ratman left her, feeling a strange pull towards that spot, as if fate itself was guiding her steps. She picks up the golden blanket and the pile of money, wrapping them both around her body like precious treasures, before setting out on the journey that will change not only her life but the lives of countless others for generations to come.

Days turn into weeks, and weeks into months as Daphne works tirelessly to construct the magnificent temple atop the mountain peak. Using the money Joey Ratman left her with, she hires skilled artisans and laborers who help her bring her vision to life. Statues of Joey Ratman adorn the entranceway, while frescos painted on the walls depict scenes from his mythology. The floor is paved with marble imported from faraway lands, and a grand altar made of pure gold dominates the center of the temple.

Throughout it all, Daphne never forgets her purpose; to serve Joey Ratman and honor him above all else. She fasts regularly, offering prayers and sacrifices at the altar, begging for his guidance and protection over their unborn child. As her belly grows rounder with each passing day, she feels a deep connection to both the temple and the god she serves.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity of toil and sacrifice, Daphne's waters break, signaling the imminent arrival of their child. She makes her way to the birthing chamber at the back of the temple, surrounded by her closest handmaidens and priestesses. With a final prayer on her lips, she gives birth to a healthy baby boy; his skin golden like the sun, his eyes almond-shaped and as green as a forest in spring. The midwives wrap him snugly in swaddling cloths and place him upon Daphne's chest, where he promptly latches on to her breast, beginning their journey together with a hungry cry.

Overjoyed beyond measure, Daphne looks up at the massive golden statue of Joey Ratman that dominates the chamber, a tear trickling down her cheek

As the days turn into weeks, and then months, Daphne dedicates herself entirely to raising her son in the temple they have built together. She teaches him about Joey Ratman's mythology, instilling within him a deep love and reverence for their god. Her breasts ache with milk as she nourishes her child, caring for him day and night. The priestesses who serve alongside Daphne look on with envy, wishing that they too could know the kind of devotion and unconditional love that exists between mother and child.

As he grows older, Daphne's son begins to learn more about his father; not just from stories but from the way she speaks of him, the way her face lights up when she recounts tales of their miraculous conception. He, too, develops a fierce loyalty and admiration for Joey Ratman, vowing to follow in his footsteps and one day become a god himself.

Throughout it all, Daphne remains ever-vigilant, always keeping an eye on her son to ensure he doesn't stray from the path of righteousness. And when she sees him falter, when she senses that his heart is no longer pure, she does not hesitate to step in and guide him back onto the correct course; for it is her duty as a mother, but more importantly, as one of Joey Ratman's most loyal servants.

As the years pass, Daphne ages gracefully, her skin growing lined with stories and wisdom earned through her devotion to their god. But even as she grows older, her love for both her son and their god only deepens; a fierce, unbreakable bond that transcends time itself. And so it shall be, until the end of days,

At the sound of his voice, Daphne's heart leaps into her throat, her eyes widening in surprise as she finds herself gazing up at Joey Ratman. Her son stands beside her, his face etched with equal parts awe and nervousness; he's grown so much since the last time she saw their god face-to-face. As they exchange looks, Daphne can feel the weight of her responsibilities bearing down on her; she must make sure that her son is prepared for this moment, for meeting his father.

Taking a deep breath, she puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder and gives it a squeeze. "Our son has worked tirelessly to earn your approval," she says, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her chest. "He's learned all that we've taught him, honed his skills, and shown true devotion to you." She pauses, searching for the right words, before continuing with determination, "I believe he is ready now."

With those words spoken, Daphne steps aside, letting her son take center stage. She watches as he meets Joey Ratman's gaze, holding it steady even when the god of fertility reaches down and cups his cheek in a gesture that feels like both a blessing and a test. As they speak, their voices hushed but full of reverence, Daphne feels a surge of pride well up inside her; she has done well by them, better than anyone could have expected.

And when her son finally turns to her, eyes shining with newfound wisdom and determination, she knows without a doubt that he will continue to honor their god and carry on their legacy long after she is gone. A tear trickles down her cheek, streaking across her weather

As she stands beside her son, Daphne bears the marks of years spent in service to Joey Ratman and their god. Her once-youthful features have matured into a regal beauty; fine lines etched at the corners of her eyes hint at the laughter and tears she's shed over the years, while the weight of wisdom rests heavily upon her delicate shoulders. The glow from within that first captured Joey Ratman's attention still burns brightly, a testament to her unwavering devotion.

Her body, once strong and supple from tending to the temple and raising their son, has filled out in all the right places; curves that speak of fertility and endurance now grace her hips and breasts, reminding all who see her of her importance in their world. Her long brown hair remains unbound, flowing down her back like a river of gold, its natural waves cascading over her shoulders to brush against the supple flesh of her chest.

Dressed in finery befitting her status as Joey Ratman's highest servant and their son's mother, Daphne wears a flowing robe of midnight blue that drapes elegantly over her figure. Gold thread embroidered into the fabric sparkles in the sunlight, catching the eye and drawing attention to its exquisite workmanship. A circlet of gold rests upon her head, encircling her brow like a halo; a symbol of not only her high position but also her unbreakable connection to their god. Even from across the temple grounds, it's easy to see that Daphne is a force to be reckoned with; a woman who has devoted herself entirely to serving Joey Ratman and ensuring the continuation of his divine legacy.

As Joey Ratman pulls her in for a passionate kiss, Daphne melts into his embrace like wax beneath the flame. His lips move against hers in a language so ancient and primal that it resonates deep within her core, stirring feelings she didn't know she still possessed. She moans softly, arching into him as he grooms his hand along her backside, grasping at her curves with an possessive strength that both frightens and thrills her in equal measure.

As the kiss finally ends, Daphne watches through hooded eyes as Joey Ratman turns to their son, studying him intently. She stands a bit straighter, pushing out her chest proudly as if daring anyone else in the temple to doubt the pureblood that flows through his veins. Her heart beats wildly against her ribs, eager for what comes next; a test of wills between father and son that could shape their destinies forever.

Their son stands tall before Joey Ratman, chest heaving from the exertion of moving large stones in preparation for an upcoming ritual. Sweat glistens on his skin, highlighting the definition of muscles honed over countless hours spent training under Daphne's watchful eye. His eyes meet Joey Ratman's steadily, unblinking; a testament to his courage and determination. As he waits for his father's verdict, Daphne sends up a silent prayer, asking for guidance and strength not only for her son but also herself as she continues to serve both them faithfully.

Without looking away from her son, Daphne nods once in assent before moving to stand beside the golden altar at the center of the room. Her heart races as she waits for what comes next, her fingers drumming nervously against the cool marble surface. She forces herself to meet Joey Ratman's gaze, willing him to see past his son's outward appearance and into his soul; it is in that moment that she truly understands what being a servant of their god entails.

As their son straightens himself up, chest heaving from the exertion of moving stones, Daphne takes a steadying breath. She knows that this is not just about proving oneself physically; it is also about understanding the deeper meaning behind their devotion to Joey Ratman and his divine will. She prays that her son has been paying attention all these years, that he grasps hold of the lessons she's tried so hard to impart upon him, for it may very well be his destiny to one day take her place as both servant and mother to a new generation of believers.

Afraid to blink, Daphne watches with bated breath as Joey Ratman steps closer to their son, studying him with an intensity that brings her heart into her throat. She wonders what words of wisdom or advice he might bestow upon his only biological child; she hopes it will be enough to guide him along the path of righteousness and keep him focused on his duty as a servant of their god above all else.

A look of shock crosses her features at the unexpected demand, but she manages to gather herself quickly enough not to betray any hint of surprise or disapproval. "Of course, Lord Joey Ratman," she says with a nod, her voice steady and respectful despite the turmoil within her heart. "I will see to it that my son is well-prepared for this challenge." With that, she steps forward, pressing a hand lightly against his chest as if guiding him in the right direction.

Her eyes flicker discreetly toward the women dancing lewdly before them; they are all beautiful in their own ways, but there's something special about one of them that catches her attention. The way she moves seems almost animalistic, her body a living tribute to the raw power of fertility and sensuality. Daphne can feel the blood rushing through her veins as she watches this woman; perhaps it would be best if their son were to choose her...

Silently urging her son forward with a reassuring squeeze, Daphne maintains her outward appearance of calm composure, knowing that his success on this task will not only determine his fate but also hers. As he walks toward the dancers, she keeps an eye on him, willing him to make the right choice...

Her heart skips a beat as she sees her son approaching the woman who caught her eye; there's a look in his eyes that she hasn't seen before, a mixture of desire and determination. As he takes her hand, leading her off to one side, Daphne feels a surge of relief wash over her; perhaps this is meant to be.

Without looking away from their son for even a moment, Daphne silently prays once more, asking Joey Ratman to guide him and watch over them both as they engage in this intimate act. Though her cheeks flush with embarrassment at the thought of what is happening, she remains steady, her posture proud and regal. She must show her son that even in moments like these, it is vital to maintain one's dignity and honor; for only then can they hope to please their god and serve him faithfully for all eternity.

As the woman sinks to her knees before him, Daphne clenches her fists at her sides, biting down on her lower lip. The urge to look away is almost overwhelming, but she forces herself not to; her son needs her now more than ever. With a final prayer whispered into the silence, she watches as he takes the woman in his arms, guiding himself toward her waiting sex with practiced ease.

The sounds of their flesh meeting fill the air like a symphony, each moan and gasp serving as a testament to their devotion to Joey Ratman and his divine will. As she watches them from the corner of her eye, Daphne can feel the heat rising within her own body; an answering call that reminds her of the power within her own womb. It is a heady mixture of emotions that leave her breathless, heart pounding with excitement and