The Island of Wonders (Goddess x GoldenGateSon)

[GoldenGateSon]

Stephanos had been looking forward to this day for some time. Today was the day he would finally be important, the day when he would finally matter. Of all the boys who had been examined and tested over the course of the past few weeks, he had been chosen among them to be the offering to Ambrosia, the physical embodiment of the Goddess of Creation and Rebirth, patron deity of their tribe and ruler of their people. There was no greater honor for the men of the island, especially for one of Stephanos’ position. He had been born a farmer, his fate seemingly to lie toiling at the fields for the rest of his days before he was selected as a contender for being the sacrifice for the vessel of the Goddess. Like the other members of the lower class, he was dressed in a thin tunic, recently washed to be as spotless as possible for his ceremony where he would be freed from the need to ever wear clothing again. He had a simple necklace around his neck as well, to balance the flaws that all those of the lower class were attributed. His wavy, flowing black hair was washed and scented, swept back in smooth strokes on his head to reveal his piercing gray eyes. His time in the fields had given him a healthy bronzed color to his skin as well as a lean, muscular body from the physical labor, though admittedly he was not as physically impressive as the hunters.

Nevertheless, he had proven impressive in another way, more impressive than the other candidates apparently given their choice of him over the others as the offering to Ambrosia. His family had fussed over him as they prepared him in their humble home, washing and oiling him to be as perfect as he could be for consecration of the Goddess’ new vessel. When he was finally ready and the time had arrived for the ceremony to begin, he made his way out of his home and towards the the central temple where the Goddess herself and the priests and priestesses of the lesser deities resided and where the people of the island went to worship. His barefeet walked across the soft, fertile soil that the Goddess of Fertility had blessed their island with, making his way down the central path that led to the temple that stood in the center of the island. As he walked through the fields and the rest of the tribe, the people in their homes and in their fields stopped what they were doing and followed behind him, knowing that the time for the ceremony had come when they saw Stephanos making his way to the temple at around midday.

When he finally arrived at the temple steps, he made his way up and into the temple before entering the Goddess’ private chambers where the consecration ceremony would take place. The masses of people who had followed Stephanos to the temple waited outside at the bottom of the steps, surrounding it on all sides. There was simply not enough room for everyone to witness the ceremony first hand, though they would certainly be graced with the sounds of their Goddess’ pleasure echoing out past the stone pillars. The only other individuals inside the temple beside Stephanos and Ambrosia would be the priests and priestesses of the lesser deities who would preside over this momentous occasion. As he stepped inside the large inner chamber of the temple where Ambrosia resided, he looked around in awe at the magnificence and opulence of the room, the likes of which he had never seen given his position prior to this. He had been instructed to come to the temple and enter Ambrosia’s private bed chamber on the appointed day at the appointed time, and having done so, he now waited for instructions from the divine leaders of the island.

 

[Goddess]

With skin perfumed of lavender and rosemary, bare for all to see for the first time, Ambrosia for once let go of all her jewelry and walked bare for all to see. She'd been training for this day for a lifetime, chosen since she was a child as a possible vessel and, now that the previous Gaea was no more, she would finally claim her role as the next Goddess, as the one and true Supreme Goddess of Creation and Rebirth. Today her hair was up in an elaborate, flashy and messy bun, adorned with more flowers, and her lips were tinted with coral makeup, just for the celebration. She was no longer an aspiring or a hopeful and you could see it in the color of her skin, a nice and even olive tone, kissed by the sun and glowing with health, not even one mark of age on her skin.

As she entered her bedchamber from the main ceremony pantheon, she felt her heart beat faster, and her full, lovely chest heaved with strong breaths. Her room was lavish in its simplicity; marble arches and columns, marble tables and seats, even a marble tub, and a wooden bed frame covered in quilts and pillows, large enough for even four or six people to join in. But today she would not participate in another orgy, nor allow just any man to fill her insides with cum. From this day forth, she would only have the essence of one man inside her, for it was her duty to receive input only from those worthy. Only the sacrifice would fill her womb and only the priests could give input into her. Today, she was above the world and beyond contamination.

Her blue eyes peered into the room and a smile formed in her tinted lips. "So you, boy, shall earn the honor of being sacrificed to the Goddess," she noted, smiling as she admired the body she had chosen in all her wisdom. She was coming to him from behind, not obviously at view. Behind her, the priests, both male and female, began spreading around the room, the only few worthy to watch, while their apprentices surrounded the room from outside. Memorably, she remembered the screams and moans of the consecration as a kid, and from memory alone she could feel her pussy dripping in anticipation. "Your body will be on its way to perfection, aren't you glad?"

Ambrosia was tall for a woman, and as she wrapped her arms around Stephano's chest, she clearly had a few inches over him. He would feel her chest, her large warm mounds of flesh, pressing against his back, as her lips lingered by his ear. "Do you know what that entails, boy?"

 

[GoldenGateSon]

Stephanos was still admiring the magnificence of the room, nearly completely built out of polished marble except for the huge bed that resided in the center. He was so enraptured by the beauty of the place that he barely heard the shuffling of feet from behind, and before it registered to him to turn around and see how it was, he heard a soothing, beautiful voice from behind him. He then saw the priests and priestesses of his gods and goddesses surrounding him, standing at the periphery of the room. Just as he had been awed by the beauty of the room he was in, so too was Stephanos awed by the physical perfection and beauty of the priests and priestesses that surrounded them. Their skin was flawless, their bodies in peak physical shape, and their faces almost as perfect as the faces of the gods and goddesses they represented and served.

The young teen inhaled sharply when he felt arms wrapping around him and a new feeling that pressed into his back that he had never felt before. In all his fifteen years of life thus far, he had never known the pleasures of a woman nor felt her naked body. Even from his lack of experience, however, he knew enough to know that Ambrosia was pressing her large, supple breasts into his tunic covered back. Though he could feel the weight of them, he yearned to feel her skin on his, and soon enough, his wish would come to fruition. Ambrosia’s feminine fragrance of lavender and rosemary filled the young teen’s senses, and he was intoxicated as he breathed in her pleasant scent. Not only that, but her breath on his ear as she spoke into it sent chills down his spine.

“Y-Yes, my Goddess. I’m an honored and overjoyed to be the sacrifice to your divinity,” he said respectfully. Though his heart was pounding hard and fast in his chest with excitement, he still remembered to be respectful to the vessel of the Supreme Goddess of Creation and Rebirth. “I look forward to being perfected by your divine grace,” he continued. While Stephanos knew roughly what the ceremony would entail, he didn’t know the specific details. The last time a Goddess had been chosen and consecrated, he was not yet born. All of this was new to him, and while he was eager to see how things would play out, he was admittedly a bit nervous and anxious about it all as well. “It means I am to become one with you and to consecrate your female form with my male essence, Exalted One,” he answered, repeating the phrase that he had been told by those around him. As the perfect Ambrosia held Stephanos from behind, he felt an overpowering urge to turn and kiss her or to reach back with his hands to caress her body, but he refrained from acting on these impulses out of fear that it would disrespect the Goddess.

 

[Goddess]

Ambrosia could almost feel the pounding heart of the young man in front of her as her fingers caressed his chest. A giggle escaped her as she heard the almost textbook explanation of the rite and softly, she pulled away from his back and gripped his shoulder, making him turn to face her with confidence. "Do you know what that means, boy?" she asked, caressing his shoulders and looking down at him. "Surely, you weren't even born when this last took place, were you?" Her eyes examined his body, how defined it was, the color of his skin, even the adornments that would soon leave him and the tan lines due to the clothing and lack of skin exposure to the sun.

With one hand on his shoulders, her other hand caressed his lips, enjoying the level of respect and power she had over him. The way he kept his composure and respect, despite being faced with the most beautiful and perfect woman in all the land, pleased her and assured that he would be worthy of filling her with his essence. "I'll lead you over it, don't you worry. The first thing we need is to purify your body, to clean it from all the imperfections of your caste. For that, I will kiss every inch of you, over your clothes, changing your essence from a boys to a man." The hand that caressed his shoulder moved to his chest, pushing him slightly, playfully. "Lean back on the bed, boy. Its only when your essence finally transforms into a man's that you can renounce your coverings."

 

[GoldenGateSon]

Stephanos wasn’t sure what to expect when Ambrosia pulled away from him, but as he felt her hand pulling at his shoulder, he followed her lead and turned to face her. He was already intoxicated by just her scent and her soothing voice, and so as he turned around to witness her full physical beautify for the first time, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he took in the sight of her despite his best efforts remain composed. His because the young man was shorter than the divine Goddess, his gaze was first greeted by her magnificent, ample breasts which looked. His eyes then wandered lower, town over her toned stomach, her well maintained, neatly trimmed pubic hair, and down her long, luscious legs. After taking a long, slow survey of this magnificent woman, he looked back up into her beautiful blue eyes as she spoke to him. As she asked him again if he knew what that meant, he embarrassingly shook his head. “N-No, My Goddess. I was born some time after the previous ceremony had been performed. I do not know what it means.”

The young man expected some sort of rebuke for his lack of knowledge or his ignorance, but he was surprised when Ambrosia told him that she would simply lead him through the steps of his ascension from his humble position. “Yes, Exalted One!” he said almost a little too eagerly when she told him how she would purify his form and make him a man for the ceremony. He simply nodded as she playfully pushed at his chest and told him to lie on the bed. He did as he was told, stepping back towards the massive bed, large enough to house his whole family from back home, and climbed up on it as he was instructed. The sheets were smooth and soft as he climbed on, shifting all the way up to where the pillows were, he laid his head back on, relaxing a bit as he kept his legs spread a bit and his arms at his sides, waiting to see what the Goddess had in store for him.

 

[Goddess]

Licking her lips at the sight of the young man, leaning back just for her, Ambrosia climbed into bed over him. Through the see-through tunic of his she could see his figure, his strong legs, and softly caressing them with her fingertips, she began to learn her young lover's body. She kissed his chins, all the way to his thighs, her kisses strong, sensual, and the sound of it resounding on the room. His eagerness was contagious and, because of this, it didn't take more than a handful of kisses until she was on his groin, sucking on his inner leg, the markings of her coral lipstick sprinkled over his clothes. Her eyes lingered on his member and one of her hands moved between her legs, her fingers entering her wet depths with lewd sounds, but she resisted the urge to suck on it. That would be the last thing she would focus on for the purification.

Her lips moved instead to his navel, every kiss higher, her body moving above his. Right now, her breasts were over his member, the soft mounds of flesh resting over him as her lips took to his nipples, sucking them over the fabric. Ambrosia's eyes fluttered with pleasure as she spread her pussy, drenched with juices, for all the priests and priestess to see it in its perfection. Her labia were perfectly spread, drenched and sticky, and her trimmed pubic hair barely hid her already swollen clit. She wasn't going to say another word to him, not until he was purified enough and she would tell him the rest of the ritual.

 

[GoldenGateSon]

Though the softness of the bed comforted him a little, Stephanos was still on edge as he laid down on the bed, waiting for Ambrosia to lead him into the ceremony that would change his life forever. Staring at the ceiling at first, he tilted his head down when he felt the large bed sink a bit as Ambrosia climbed up onto it, and his excitement grew as he watched the beautiful goddess crawl towards him on the bed, her huge, supple tits hanging freely and swaying as she made her way to him. As soon as her soft lips graced the skin on his legs, he couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper from his lips. As she continued up his leg higher and higher, the young, excited teen began to tremble slightly at the excitement of what was happening. The feeling of her lips was electrifying against his skin, but the sounds they made excited him further as well. Then he heard another new sound, one that he had not heard before. As he looked down the bed at Ambrosia who was still carefully kissing and sucking her way into this thighs, he could see her hands moving between her own legs.

As she continued higher and higher, kissing up his torso and to his nipples through his nearly sheer tunic, the young man’s excitement was reaching its pinnacle. By now, his manhood had reached full attention, and he could feel Ambrosia’s magnificent bosom grazing across it. This was the reason he had been chosen among all the other candidates. Though merely fifteen years old, Stephanos was an incredible specimen of male virility. His uncut cock was massive as it laid across stomach as he rested on the bed. It pulsed with desire that he could not control, and even though the Goddess had done little more than simply touch and kiss his exposed skin, he was already profusely leaking precum onto his own belly and onto his tunic, soaking it though in a darkening spot. He wanted to touch with every ounce of his soul, but he resisted from doing so out of fear of displeasing the Goddess or doing something that was not part of the ritual. Instead, the young many simply continued to lay in bed, body trembling, voice whimpering, and cock throbbing as Ambrosia kissed him all over.

 

[Goddess]

It didn't take long until Ambrosia could feel his manhood against her chest and, stopping the attention to her most precious of places, she grabbed her breasts and pushed them against the bulge of fabric over his crotch. Her nipples grazed the fabric over his wonderful example of a cock, and wrapping warmly against him, she began to travel his length with her tits. "That's a good boy, keep your hands back and take it all in," she whispered, her face moving up to look at him. "I'll get all the impurities off you. Just take it all, bear it strongly, and you'll be a man worthy of the Goddess."

Her bountiful breasts traveled back and forth down his cock, the moistness of the fabric because of his own precum making the gliding smoother. Her eyes were on him, enjoying his reactions, his obedience. "Tell me, boy, what is it you want of me?"

 

[GoldenGateSon]

Stephanos was in heaven. He had never felt the pleasures of a woman’s body, let alone one as perfect and beautiful as Ambrosia’s. As the Goddess began to glide her large, supple breasts over the moistening bulge of his tunic, the young man couldn’t help but let moans of pleasure escape his lips. He was already trying his best not to touch the Goddess, but hearing her command to keep his hands back only made him try all the harder, which was getting difficult given the attention given to him. His hands instead clutched at the sheets firmly as the fabric of his tunic clung to his hot, throbbing cock. Stephanos had done his best to not speak out of turn as well, though when Ambrosia asked what he wanted from her, he was more than happy to answer her. “I.. I… hnghhh,” he struggled to get the words out through the whimpers of pleasure as his hips were slowly rolling up against Ambrosia’s supple, gliding tits. “I want to please and serve you, my Goddess. I wish to be purified and made a man by your divine, feminine grace,” he finally answered. It was a struggle, but Stephanos continued to be as respectful to the Goddess as he possibly could. While his eyes had initially been closed and his head back against the soft pillows as he received the purifying touch of Ambrosia, Stephanos tilted his head up to look at the Goddess when he answered her, and he was rewarded with the sight of her beautiful face looking back at him as her equally beautiful breasts pressed against him over his tunic. Making eye contact with her, Stephanos had become too enraptured by her beautiful blue eyes to look away, instead keeping his gaze fixed on her and her heavenly breasts against him.