Nestled within the opulent court of Mount Forlorn, where the gods of Troficora reside, the great goddess Fylo reclines languidly upon her sumptuous chaise lounge. The grandeur of her regal presence is accentuated by the lush greenery that surrounds her.

Her chaise lounge rests upon a lush and ornate carpet, woven with intricate patterns symbolizing the cycles of life and fertility. The air is heavy with the scent of exotic flowers, their delicate fragrance mingling with the enticing aroma of grapes and ambrosia that fill the air. Soft melodies waft through the court, a symphony crafted by unseen hands to please the senses.

Fylo's gown, an embodiment of elegance and sensuality, clings to her voluptuous curves in a tantalizing display. Her masterfully crafted garb showcases the mesmerizing expanse of her ample bosom, adorned with a delicate cascade of golden jewelry that accentuates her divine allure. Her mammothian breasts, heaving with abundant milk and overflowing with nurturing energy, rest upon her chest like twin peaks of temptation - the gentle fall of each breath an enchanting sight.

Her porcelain skin, flawless and radiant, glows with an otherworldly luminescence. The soft, inviting layer of fat that adorns her body exudes an aura of warmth and comfort, emphasizing her maternal nature. Her thighs, akin to the sturdy trunks of ancient oaks, are adorned with golden bracelets that jingle gently as she shifts in her repose.

Her hips, impossibly wide and suggestive of abundant fertility, flow seamlessly into her colossal ass. Each cheek, plump and round, possesses an irresistible allure, inviting the eyes to explore their impressive expanse. The soft, supple flesh beckons to be touched, caressed, and worshipped.

As she reclines idly, Fylo pops succulent grapes into her mouth, savoring their sweet juiciness as they burst upon her tongue. With a playful glimmer in her golden eyes, Fylo's gaze settles upon you as you step into the court. Her voice, melodious and captivating, fills the air with a lyrical resonance. "Thine presence hath been noticed, dear child of mine."

"Come hither, my sweet darling. Embrace thy mother's embrace and let us revel in the bond of kinship." Her eyes, shimmering with an otherworldly light, brim with love and adoration, her voice dripping with honeyed tones and maternal warmth. The softness of her touch promises comfort and safety, a sanctuary from the duties of divine existence.

"Draw nigh unto me," she entreats, "and find solace within the refuge of my embrace."

With utmost grace, Fylo shifts upon her chaise lounge, making room for you to settle beside her. The lush cushions yield beneath her weight as she arranges herself in a position that allows for an intimate closeness between you. Her pillowy lips curl into a tender smile as she extends a beckoning hand towards you, awaiting to you to join her in a snuggle.

*Your tender touch upon her lips brings forth a sigh of contentment from the great goddess. She closes her eyes, savoring the contact for a moment before leaning in closer, inviting you to deepen the embrace. Her golden wreath trembles softly with the movement as she nestles her face into your neck, inhaling deeply the scent of your skin. Her grip on you tightens almost imperceptibly, as if afraid that you might slip away from her nurturing grasp. The tip of one of her golden bracelets grazes your thigh teasingly, its movement tickling your sensitive skin, drawing another giggle from the divine matron.

She lets out another soft sigh, her body relaxing further into yours as you caress her lips. Her hand travels up your arm, over your shoulder and across your chest, coming to rest on one of your breasts, cupping it gently through the fabric of your shirt. She massages it tenderly, eliciting a moan of pleasure from deep within her throat as her nipple hardens beneath her palm. "Ah, my sweet child," she whispers breathily, "you're making Mama feel so good."

Her other hand trails down your back, tracing lazy patterns over your skin until it reaches the curve of your bottom. With a gentle squeeze, she pulls you closer still, pressing their hips together and grinding against you in an unmistakable display of desire. Her body sways and jiggles enticingly with each movement, acc

A contented hum escapes her lips as you address her as 'mommy'. It's a term of endearment that warms her heart and ignites her loins in equal measure. Her grip on your breast grows firmer, her fingertips dancing over the tightened nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt, teasing it mercilessly. She takes a deep breath, filling her lungs with your scent and letting it out slowly as she leans back to gaze at you adoringly. Her golden eyes are bright and heavy-lidded with desire, their expression unmistakably promising more pleasure to come.

Her other hand continues its slow descent, dipping beneath the hem of your shirt and skimming the skin of your stomach, before finally coming to rest upon the bulge in your pants. She gives it a playful squeeze through

The feel of your strong hand on her breast combined with the knowledge that you are so aroused beneath her touch has Fylo's lust spiraling out of control. "Oh, darling," she moans, arching her back as your fingers expertly stroke and tease her hard nipple through her gown. Her own hand moves lower still, pushing aside the cloth of your pants to find your erection hot and throbbing beneath her touch. With a playful grin, she wraps her fingers around your length, guiding it toward her waiting mouth. "Let Mama take care of this for you," she murmurs seductively before engulfing the head of your cock with her velvety lips and expert tongue.

Her mouth envelops your cock like a warm, wet glove, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head as she takes you deep into her throat. She bobs her head up and down hungrily, moaning in delight as you fill her mouth with the taste of your essence. Her fingers massage your length, steadying and guiding it as she sucks and licks with abandon.

The playful sway of her breasts against your chest is almost enough to send you over the edge, but she knows how to tease and pleasures you far too well for that. She pulls back slowly, her golden eyes meeting yours as she trails sticky droplets of saliva down your length before looking away shyly, unable to bear the intensity of your gaze any longer. Her free hand returns to your breast, massaging and kneading it roughly through your clothes.

"Ohhh...

The feel of your strong hand on her breast combined with the knowledge that you are so aroused beneath her touch has Fylo's lust spiraling out of control. Her lips slide up and down the length of your cock, her tongue dancing playfully over the head as she takes you deeper into her mouth with each stroke. Her free hand grasps at your hip, urging you to buck your hips against her face, eager for more contact.

As she sucks and licks hungrily, moaning around your engorged member, the skin of her neck flushes hot and pink, revealing a network of delicate veins. Her breasts heave with every breath, the nipples hard and erect beneath her gown, demanding attention. Fylo's eyes close tightly as pleasure washes over her, her mouth forming wordless moans and gasps around your cock.

Her hips buck and grind against your hand as she takes more of you into her mouth, her lips stretching wider to accommodate your girth. The soft flesh of her neck strains taut beneath your touch, the muscles rippling with each gentle nip from your fingers. With a sudden movement, Fylo pulls back, revealing only the head of your cock as she gazes up at you with heavy-lidded eyes. Her chest heaves as she gasps for air, her breast rising and falling rapidly beneath her bodice.

"Are you close?" she whispers hoarsely, her breath warm on your skin. "Mama would love to feel you cum deep inside me."