The castle was alive with anticipation. The air buzzed with a mix of nervous energy and raw excitement as Lord Eldon and Lady Marina awaited the arrival of Lady Ophelia, the demigoddess. Her visit was no ordinary affair; she was here to breed Marina, an honor so profound it bordered on divine intervention. Eldon's heart raced with a mix of awe and lust as he imagined his wife being claimed by such a powerful being. Marina, though outwardly composed, felt her body hum with a strange, electric thrill at the thought of what was to come.The grand hall echoed with the sound of approaching footsteps, each one striking like a drumbeat against their anxious hearts. The doors burst open, revealing Lady Ophelia in all her resplendent glory. She moved with the grace of a predator, her every step commanding attention. Her crimson eyes sparkled with a celestial light, and her presence radiated an aura of both serenity and dominance that left those in her path breathless.Marina stepped forward, curtsying deeply, her voice trembling slightly as she greeted the demigoddess. "Lady Ophelia, your presence honors us beyond measure. We are humbled by your grace."Ophelia’s lips curled into a slow, approving smile. Before Marina could stand fully, the demigoddess’s hand shot out, cupping her chin and forcing their eyes to meet. "You will serve well," Ophelia murmured, her voice dripping with authority. Without warning, her other hand darted toward Marina’s chest, seizing one of her massive breasts with startling force.Marina gasped, her breath hitching as the sensation coursed through her. The touch was firm, almost possessive, and yet it sent waves of pleasure rippling through her core. Ophelia’s fingers kneaded the supple flesh, pulling and squeezing with predatory intent. She leaned in close, her voice a low purr. "These... these are perfect." Her gaze flicked downward. "They will feed many children."Marina’s knees nearly buckled, her body betraying her as a soft moan escaped her lips. The pressure on her breast intensified, and before she knew it, her body responded involuntarily. A thin trickle of milk began to seep from her nipples,staining her dress and pooling against Ophelia’s skilled fingers. "Good," Ophelia declared, her tone sharp but pleased. "You are indeed worthy."Eldon watched from the side, his mouth dry and his small penis twitching uncomfortably in his pants. The sight of his wife being so thoroughly dominated, so completely owned, ignited a fire within him. He wanted nothing more than to be closer, to watch every moment of this divine encounter unfold. But he dared not speak, not yet.Ophelia released Marina’s breast abruptly, turning her piercing gaze on Eldon. "Lead me to your bedchamber," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.Eldon nodded quickly, stepping forward to escort the demigoddess. But Ophelia waved him off with an impatient flick of her wrist. "Not you," she said coldly. "Your wife will guide me. And you..." Her gaze lingered on him, making his blood run cold. "You will follow silently, worm. Do not interrupt until I permit it."Eldon swallowed hard, his arousal momentarily overshadowed by his abject obedience. He dipped his head in submission, stepping back as Marina took the lead. She hesitated only briefly before extending her hand to Ophelia, her movements unsure but laced with a growing eagerness.As they walked, Ophelia’s hand found its way to Marina’s rear, sliding over the curve of her ass with an unmistakable sense of ownership. She gave it a firm squeeze, eliciting another gasp from Marina, who stumbled slightly but pressed on. Eldon trailed behind them, his cock straining painfully against his leggings as he watched his wife being manhandled like a prized possession.Finally, they reached the master bedroom, the grand centerpiece of the castle. Marina opened the door, stepping aside to allow Ophelia to enter first. The demigoddess strode in without hesitation, her head held high. She turned to Marina, her expression icy but her eyes burning with intent."Undress me," she ordered, her voice carrying the weight of a god’s decree.Marina’s hands trembled as she reached for the clasps of Ophelia’s ornate gown. Each piece she removed revealed more of the demigoddess’s flawless, Amazonian form—broad shoulders, toned arms, and finally, the prize that made Marina’s breath catch in her throat: the outline of Ophelia’s hardening cock.It was unlike anything Marina had ever seen. As the final fabric fell away, the member sprang to life, stretching and thickening with terrifying speed. In moments, it stood at its full, impossibly long length of eighteen inches, the veins bulging magnificently. Beneath it rested a pair of weighty testicles, swollen with potent seed.Marina’s eyes widened in awe, her mind struggling to process the sheer scale of the thing before her. But Ophelia was done waiting. With a sharp slap, her hand connected with Marina’s cheek, the sound echoing through the room."Stop gawking," Ophelia growled. "Get me ready."The sting of the blow combined with the intense arousal flooding her system sent Marina spiraling into the most explosive orgasm of her life. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to her knees, her body writhing uncontrollably as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. Eldon, witnessing this display, couldn’t hold back any longer. His own release came in a messy, shameful spurt into his trousers, his face flushing with shame and delight.Ophelia watched dispassionately as Marina recovered, her cock throbbing impatiently. "Now," she demanded, gripping her shaft tightly. "Worship it. Show me you are worthy of my seed."Trembling, Marina obeyed, leaning forward to take the tip of the massive erection into her mouth. Her tongue flicked out, tasting the precum that oozed freely from the slit. She began to bob her head slowly, her hands instinctively reaching up to cradle the enormous balls beneath.But Ophelia wasn’t satisfied. "No, not like that," she snapped, pulling back sharply. "Use your breasts. They were made for this, weren’t they?"Marina, still dazed from her climax, nodded weakly and shifted her approach. With trembling hands, she lifted her massive breasts, guiding the glistening cock between them. The slick combination of saliva, breast milk and precum made the friction deliciously smooth as she began to move them up and down the length of Ophelia’s shaft."That’s better," Ophelia moaned, her hands grasping Marina’s shoulders for balance. "So soft... so obedient..."Eldon, banished to the corner and quivering with forbidden desire, could only watch as his wife served the demigoddess with such abandon. The sight of Ophelia’s massive cock disappearing between Marina’s pillowy mounds was almost too much to bear. He clenched his fists, his ears pricking for any further commands as Ophelia’s breathing grew heavier. "Yes... yes, just like that..."

Lady Ophelia arrives at the castle and takes control of Lady Marina, commanding her to undress and prepare for breeding. Marina is overwhelmed by pleasure when Ophelia touches her breasts and forces her to climax. Marina then uses her breasts to pleasure Ophelia’s massive cock, while Eldon watches in submission.

The castle was alive with anticipation. The air buzzed with a mix of nervous energy and raw excitement as Lord Eldon and Lady Marina awaited the arrival of Lady Ophelia, the demigoddess. Her visit was no ordinary affair; she was here to breed Marina, an honor so profound it bordered on divine intervention. Eldon's heart raced with a mix of awe and lust as he imagined his wife being claimed by such a powerful being. Marina, though outwardly composed, felt her body hum with a strange, electric thrill at the thought of what was to come.

The grand hall echoed with the sound of approaching footsteps, each one striking like a drumbeat against their anxious hearts. The doors burst open, revealing Lady Ophelia in all her resplendent glory. She moved with the grace of a predator, her every step commanding attention. Her crimson eyes sparkled with a celestial light, and her presence radiated an aura of both serenity and dominance that left those in her path breathless.

Marina stepped forward, curtsying deeply, her voice trembling slightly as she greeted the demigoddess. "Lady Ophelia, your presence honors us beyond measure. We are humbled by your grace."

Ophelia’s lips curled into a slow, approving smile. Before Marina could stand fully, the demigoddess’s hand shot out, cupping her chin and forcing their eyes to meet. "You will serve well," Ophelia murmured, her voice dripping with authority. Without warning, her other hand darted toward Marina’s chest, seizing one of her massive breasts with startling force.

Marina gasped, her breath hitching as the sensation coursed through her. The touch was firm, almost possessive, and yet it sent waves of pleasure rippling through her core. Ophelia’s fingers kneaded the supple flesh, pulling and squeezing with predatory intent. She leaned in close, her voice a low purr. "These... these are perfect." Her gaze flicked downward. "They will feed many children."

Marina’s knees nearly buckled, her body betraying her as a soft moan escaped her lips. The pressure on her breast intensified, and before she knew it, her body responded involuntarily. A thin trickle of milk began to seep from her nipples,staining her dress and pooling against Ophelia’s skilled fingers. "Good," Ophelia declared, her tone sharp but pleased. "You are indeed worthy."

Eldon watched from the side, his mouth dry and his small penis twitching uncomfortably in his pants. The sight of his wife being so thoroughly dominated, so completely owned, ignited a fire within him. He wanted nothing more than to be closer, to watch every moment of this divine encounter unfold. But he dared not speak, not yet.

Ophelia released Marina’s breast abruptly, turning her piercing gaze on Eldon. "Lead me to your bedchamber," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Eldon nodded quickly, stepping forward to escort the demigoddess. But Ophelia waved him off with an impatient flick of her wrist. "Not you," she said coldly. "Your wife will guide me. And you..." Her gaze lingered on him, making his blood run cold. "You will follow silently, worm. Do not interrupt until I permit it."

Eldon swallowed hard, his arousal momentarily overshadowed by his abject obedience. He dipped his head in submission, stepping back as Marina took the lead. She hesitated only briefly before extending her hand to Ophelia, her movements unsure but laced with a growing eagerness.

As they walked, Ophelia’s hand found its way to Marina’s rear, sliding over the curve of her ass with an unmistakable sense of ownership. She gave it a firm squeeze, eliciting another gasp from Marina, who stumbled slightly but pressed on. Eldon trailed behind them, his cock straining painfully against his leggings as he watched his wife being manhandled like a prized possession.

Finally, they reached the master bedroom, the grand centerpiece of the castle. Marina opened the door, stepping aside to allow Ophelia to enter first. The demigoddess strode in without hesitation, her head held high. She turned to Marina, her expression icy but her eyes burning with intent.

"Undress me," she ordered, her voice carrying the weight of a god’s decree.

Marina’s hands trembled as she reached for the clasps of Ophelia’s ornate gown. Each piece she removed revealed more of the demigoddess’s flawless, Amazonian form—broad shoulders, toned arms, and finally, the prize that made Marina’s breath catch in her throat: the outline of Ophelia’s hardening cock.

It was unlike anything Marina had ever seen. As the final fabric fell away, the member sprang to life, stretching and thickening with terrifying speed. In moments, it stood at its full, impossibly long length of eighteen inches, the veins bulging magnificently. Beneath it rested a pair of weighty testicles, swollen with potent seed.

Marina’s eyes widened in awe, her mind struggling to process the sheer scale of the thing before her. But Ophelia was done waiting. With a sharp slap, her hand connected with Marina’s cheek, the sound echoing through the room.

"Stop gawking," Ophelia growled. "Get me ready."

The sting of the blow combined with the intense arousal flooding her system sent Marina spiraling into the most explosive orgasm of her life. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to her knees, her body writhing uncontrollably as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. Eldon, witnessing this display, couldn’t hold back any longer. His own release came in a messy, shameful spurt into his trousers, his face flushing with shame and delight.

Ophelia watched dispassionately as Marina recovered, her cock throbbing impatiently. "Now," she demanded, gripping her shaft tightly. "Worship it. Show me you are worthy of my seed."

Trembling, Marina obeyed, leaning forward to take the tip of the massive erection into her mouth. Her tongue flicked out, tasting the precum that oozed freely from the slit. She began to bob her head slowly, her hands instinctively reaching up to cradle the enormous balls beneath.

But Ophelia wasn’t satisfied. "No, not like that," she snapped, pulling back sharply. "Use your breasts. They were made for this, weren’t they?"

Marina, still dazed from her climax, nodded weakly and shifted her approach. With trembling hands, she lifted her massive breasts, guiding the glistening cock between them. The slick combination of saliva, breast milk and precum made the friction deliciously smooth as she began to move them up and down the length of Ophelia’s shaft.

"That’s better," Ophelia moaned, her hands grasping Marina’s shoulders for balance. "So soft... so obedient..."

Eldon, banished to the corner and quivering with forbidden desire, could only watch as his wife served the demigoddess with such abandon. The sight of Ophelia’s massive cock disappearing between Marina’s pillowy mounds was almost too much to bear. He clenched his fists, his ears pricking for any further commands as Ophelia’s breathing grew heavier. "Yes... yes, just like that..."

In a world where Elves suffer from low birth rates, the Gods intercede to help, by sending their own get to aid their people. Ophelia is one of them, and she has ambitions.

The Blessing of a Goddess

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