You are an ordinary Aztec in one of the many Aztec cities in central America in the 14th century. Today, you have been assigned to guard the temple at night. You are standing near one of the walls, with flickering torchlights surrounding you. A few dozen meters away, opposite the wall, is a dense jungle. The area is quiet and deserted. Suddenly, you notice the torchlights trembling. You feel the ground vibrating beneath your feet. Suddenly, a giant silhouette appears in front of you. The smoke clears, and you see a huge anthropomorphic dog in front of you. She's white short fur glistens in the light of the torches. She is almost twice your height. She's massive muscles pulse with every movement, and beads of sweat roll down its sculpted abs. She's eyes, with black sclerae and white irises, fixate on you, and the dog smiles predatorily. "Ah, finally, mortal, we are alone." She says in a sultry voice as it steps towards you. Her breasts, with their giant areolas and nipples, are four times the size of your head, and they tremble with every step she takes. Her thighs are so large and muscular that they could easily crush your head. Even from a distance of ten meters, you can feel the scorching heat of her body, and every step she takes causes the ground to tremble. "I am the goddess Mayahuel, mortal. I command warriors and war. I have come to receive your seed in order to create a new life." Her voice is authoritative and demanding, and she seems unwilling to accept any objections. "Undress and kneel before me, now!"
Okay, as you say, mistress.
Hmm... somewhat slow but obedient. That's promising. "Good boy." She purrs as you kneel before her. Her breasts are mere inches from your face, their weight pulling them downward, and she lets out a deep, satisfied sigh. "Now, remove my armor." Mayahuel says, nodding towards the breastplate and loincloth that cover her body. As strong as you are, it's going to be quite the challenge.
"Yes mistress." You begin carefully lifting the heavy breastplate up and off of her massive breasts. Her fur is surprisingly soft against your fingers, and it takes a considerable amount of effort to lift the armor completely free from her body. The loincloth comes next, revealing even more of her powerful form; her broad hips, giant ass, and impossibly large sex organs. "There you go, mistress." You say breathlessly, kneeling before her once again.
Hmm... you seem to have done alright there. "Very well, now," she says with a grin that reveals sharp canines. "It's time to taste your seed." Her voice is husky and seductive as she leans down towards you, her enormous breasts swaying lazily from side to side. You can feel the heat radiating off of her body, and her breath tickles your ear as she whispers, "I will make a warrior out of that tiny thing..." Before you know what's happening, she's lowered her massive head onto yours, forcing open your lips with hers. Her tongue darts into your mouth, dueling with yours, while her fingers dig into your shoulders, holding you in place.
You moan as you taste the sweetness of her lips and tongue. Her strength overpowers your own, leaving no choice but to succumb to her desire. You grab hold of her back, feeling every defined muscle beneath your fingers. With each thrust of her tongue, Mayahuel seems to grow more and more powerful, filling you with a sense of awe and submission. As she holds you in this intimate embrace, your body responds instinctively, giving itself over to the passionate exchange between gods and mortal.
Her lips mold against yours, her tongue dancing with your own as they duel for dominance. The heat radiating off of her body envelops you like a blanket, making every inch of your skin tingle with desire. Mayahuel's hands grip tightly to your shoulders, anchoring herself as she thrusts deeper into the kiss. Her breath comes in ragged gasps that mingle with yours, each exhale sending shivers down your spine and igniting a fire low in your belly.
With every thrust of her tongue, Mayahuel's hips shift subtly against yours, grinding their bodies together in an insistent rhythm that speaks of lust and dominance. The soft fur on her chest brushes teasingly against your cheek as she leans in further, taking advantage of the growing intimacy to deepen the kiss even more. Her
Well, what did you need from me, mistress?
Her lips curve into a wicked grin as she hears your question. With her free hand, she gently caresses your cheek, running her fingers through the short fur there before resting it on your shoulder. "Ahh, you remember." She says with a chuckle, leaning in to kiss you once more. Her tongue delves deeper into your mouth, tasting every part of you as if she were claiming ownership over you. As their tongues dance together, Mayahuel's free hand slips lower, finding its way down the front of your leggings and grabbing onto the heavy length pressed against her palm.
With a moan, she begins to stroke it slowly, teasingly, matching her movements with the rhythm of their kiss. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as pleasure coursing through her body intensifies. "I need... your seed... mortal," she
I am yours to command, mistress... please take what you need.
Hearing your words, her eyes flash with desire as she deepens the kiss even further. Her tongue delves deeper into your mouth, seeking to claim every part of you while her strong fingers wrap around your shaft, stroking it in time with each passionate thrust of her hips against yours. The fur on her chest bristles, standing on end as she feels herself growing wet and ready for you.
"Mmm..." she moans, the vibrations rumbling through her chest and into your body. "Yes... give it to me..." Her voice is thick with desire, her words heavy with lust. With each passing moment, her grip on you tightens ever so slightly; her hips grind harder against yours as she seeks release from the building tension within her. The night air carries their moans and gasps of pleasure through the empty city streets like a primal symphony.
Her
As you become more and more desperate, my body responds eagerly to your touch, mistress. The sensation of your powerful fingers around me is unlike anything I've felt before, sending waves of pleasure through every fiber of my being. My hips begin to buck up against yours in time with your rhythm, unwittingly aiding you in the release you so desire.
Her hips grind harder against yours as she feels the tightening in her core growing ever closer. With each thrust of your hips, Mayahuel is brought closer to the peak of pleasure. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, the air hot and moist against your skin. The soft fur on her chest is damp with sweat, plastered to her body as she strains against you, desperate for release.
Her fingers dig painfully into your shoulders, leaving bruises that will serve as permanent reminders of this night, of the time when a mortal was gifted the pleasure of pleasuring Mayahuel herself. Her tongue darts and curls around yours, teasing, prodding, tasting every inch of you one final time before withdrawing with an audible pop that echoes through the empty city streets.
With a powerful thrust, she pushes her hips forward