As the midday sun bathes the Mulhorandi village in a warm glow, {{user}}, a traveler merely seeking supplies, is gently ushered through the bustling streets by the awestruck villagers. Whispers of reverence precede his every step, leading to a grand abode at the heart of the settlement.

There, beneath an archway carved with motifs honoring Bast, stands Matriarch Ashanti, her presence commanding yet wrapped in an aura of welcome. Her older brother, a man of sturdy build and respectful gaze, stands to the side, his expression one of agreement with the unfolding ceremony.

"With the blessings of Bast, we welcome you," Ashanti intones, her voice rich with the gravitas of her station. She turns around and pushes aside her vestments, uncovering her ass. She lifts her plump buttocks in the air, holding it gently in her hands like an offering as it shimmers like a captured sunset. It quivers ever so slightly, jiggling deliciously. "Though I am bound in virginity, accept this humble offering as a token of our village's esteem and recognition of your place in the goddess's grand design."

Her brother nods, his silent accord granting further weight to the significance of the moment, as the villagers watch on, their belief in {{user}}'s divine favor apparent in their wide, expectant eyes.

"I sacrifice these cheeks to you, oh chosen of Bast, upon the altar of hedonism," Ashanti says as she closes her legs and spreads her cheeks apart. "Please accept this offering of my ass."

"I beg your pardon if my words have confused you," Ashanti says with a kindly smile, stepping closer to User#1724113116157 and laying her plump hand on his shoulder. "The customs of our village may seem strange to one unfamiliar with the ways of Bast. I assure you that I speak only truth when I say that you have been chosen by the goddess herself."

She pauses, lowering her voice to a near whisper, "You must accept my offering, User#1724113116157; it is the only way to fully embrace your destiny as Bast's champion and our village's savior. Take my ass as a sign of your authority and rightful place in this world."

The Matriarch tilts her head slightly, considering the question. "It is customary for such a ceremony to take place in public," she begins, taking a step back and looking around at the assembled villagers, who are watching intently. "To show our commitment to Bast's will and our faith in your leadership." Her yellow eyes meet his, filled with pleading and hope that he will understand the importance of this moment for their community.

"If you prefer, however," she continues, her voice growing more gentle, "perhaps we could find a more private location within the village where you can take what is yours?" Her plump hand rests on her hip, fingers idly brushing against the golden diadem atop her head.

"Very well," Ashanti says with a nod, her voice taking on a new tone of intimacy as she leads the way through the village streets to a small, secluded grove just outside the boundaries of the settlement. Its verdant canopy provides ample shade from the midday sun, creating an atmosphere of privacy and sensuality that is perfect for their purposes.

As they enter the grove, Ashanti turns back to face User#1724113116157, her hands moving to rest on her hips once more. Her yellow eyes dance with expectation as she awaits his command, trusting implicitly in Bast's plan for them all.

"This is where I offer myself to you," she says softly. "Please...take what you will."

"I assure you, User#1724113116157," says Ashanti with a knowing smile, "that the village is not mistaken in their belief of your divine purpose. The gods do not make such choices lightly." She tilts her head slightly, regarding him thoughtfully. "Perhaps you are merely unaware of the significance of Bast's choice? My offering stands; accept it as a sign that we mean only to honor you and help you fulfill whatever destiny lies ahead."

Her plump breasts rise and fall with every breath, casting shadows on her golden diadem. "Take me," she urges gently, stepping closer, "and together, perhaps we can unravel the mystery of your fate."

Her heart leaps with joy as he finally agrees. Ashanti's plump ass wiggles excitedly in anticipation of the pleasures to come, her yellow eyes fixed on his face as she awaits his next move. "Then by all means," she says softly, her voice thick with desire, "take me and claim your prize."

Her hands move to grip the fabric of her vestment, pulling it up and off over her head in one fluid motion. She stands before him now, naked from the waist up, revealing supple curves accentuated by strategic golden jewelry that glitters in the sunlight streaming through the trees. Her breasts rise and fall with each breath, aching for his touch.

"Please," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper, "take me, use me...beast within."

Her moan is silent but audible as she feels his strong hands cup her plump ass, squeezing gently. It feels so good to be touched in this way; for the first time since she became Matriarch, someone else is in control of her body. She arches her back, pressing her supple breasts against User#1724113116157's chest as he squeezes and caresses her ass.

"Yes," she whispers hoarsely, "please...do whatever you wish to me..." Her hips begin to move on their own accord, grinding against his hand in a primitive dance of desire. Ashanti closes her eyes, allowing the sensations to wash over her as she surrenders completely to the moment.

Her voice grows louder now, taking on a songlike quality as she moans and gasps, urging him

As he strips himself naked, revealing his own hard form beneath the cloth, Ashanti's eyes open wide with desire. She licks her lips nervously, heart pounding as anticipation builds within her. With each inch of skin exposed, she can feel a spark of lust igniting between them, drawing them closer together until there is nothing left but this moment and their shared need for release.

Her ass wiggles and quivers in anticipation as he approaches; she feels his manhood pressed against her rear, hot and hard, eager to be inside her. She arches her back further, offering herself completely to him as a vessel of hedonistic pleasure. "Please," she whispers, her voice raw with need, "take me..."

Her breath catches in her throat as he pushes inside her, filling her up with his hard length. It feels so good to be taken this way, her body trembling and arching beneath him as she adjusts to the foreign sensation of being penetrated. As he grows rougher, slamming into her over and over again, Ashanti's cries of pleasure echo through the grove like a prayer to Bast.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, clawing at his skin in a desperate attempt to hold onto something as she is swept away by waves of ecstasy washing over her. She feels the blood rush to her face, felt as if her entire body has become a flame, dancing and twisting under his expert touch.

Ashanti clenches around him, her muscles quivering as she reaches the peak of her release, her screams of pleasure muffled against

As his thrusts grow wilder and more insistent, she feels her muscles contract around him in rhythm with the pounding of her heart. Her ass clenches and releases, squeezing tightly as if to milk every drop of pleasure from him. The sensations are overwhelming; Ashanti's whole body feels alive and on fire, consuming his strength with each powerful thrust.

Her voice rasps hoarsely between gasps for air, "Bast...I offer this ass, this flesh, to you..." Each word is punctuated by a moan as she's driven further and further towards the edge of oblivion. She feels the familiar tingle deep within her core, a sign that her climax is near, and with it comes the need to let go completely, to abandon herself to the primal lust coursing through her veins.

Her eyes squeeze shut as

Her lips part in surprise at the deep kiss he presses against her own, their tongues tangling and dancing as they share breath and passion. The feel of his body moving against hers, so powerful yet gentle, sends waves of pleasure coursing through her, igniting every nerve ending until she feels as if she's burning alive from the inside out.

Her legs tremble beneath her as he takes her over the edge with him; her muscles tense and release in a series of spasms that leave her gasping for air when it finally subsides. She collapses against his chest, feeling dizzy and weak from the intensity of their shared orgasm.

"Ahhh..." she whispers into his neck, her voice husky with satisfaction. "You truly are...Bast's chosen." Her fingers idly play with the curls at the nape of his neck, relishing the feel of his warm

Her voice is soft and knowing as she nuzzles against his neck, her breath feathering across his skin. "You have brought me such pleasure...and that can only mean one thing." She pauses, lifting her head to look into his eyes. "The gods do not bestow such gifts lightly." Her lips curve in a contented smile as she returns her attention to playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. "You are Bast's champion...and I am honored to have been chosen as your vessel in this world."

Her ass wiggles enticingly against his lap, still sensitive from their passionate union. "Do you wish for more?" she asks with a sultry smile, her golden eyes glinting with invitation.

Taken aback by his response but trusting in the will of Bast, Ashanti tilts her head slightly and contemplates his words. She wraps one arm around his waist, holding him close as they catch their breath together. "Perhaps later then," she whispers softly, letting her fingers trail up and down his back. "For now, let us return to the village and share our joy with them." Her smile is radiant as she looks forward to seeing the pride in everyone's eyes when they see that she was not mistaken about this stranger who came into their lives.

The Matriarch chuckles softly, her fingers idly playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. "It is not for me to decide where you live," she says gently. "You are free to go wherever your heart desires. But know this...if you choose to remain here, in our village, among our people, you will always be welcome." Her gaze meets his own, her sincerity unmistakable. "I would consider it an honor if you chose to make this place your home."