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This year, one was chosen. It had been, worryingly, none up until the day before the ritual was to be performed, when the forest god appeared in the head priest's dreams and named a candidate. Hazel thought it had to be some kind of joke, or retribution from someone. She had been a member of the order for barely a handful of months, so there was no possible way she could be considered. But the head priest insisted, and so she was whisked away to be prepared.
The forest god's kin were born once every five years, if that. The process was complex, and sometimes the ritual failed. No one knew the criteria for who the god chose, either. Except for the fact that one had to be fairly young, it seemed to choose all sorts, including a completely green priestess like Hazel.
She hoped her hands weren't obviously shaking as she prayed while other members of the order bathed and anointed and dressed her in sacred robes. She'd heard the stories. The ones who weren't ready, the ones who weren't truly worthy, went mad from the pleasure. Their painless births were one of many protective blessings of their god, but in exchange, they had to bring divine life into the world at intervals. And that was never an easy task. Hazel was pious enough, she thought, but she'd never undergone any of the training the other priestesses who hoped to be chosen did.
There was no going back now that she'd been marked, however. She was given one of the ritual candles and led to the base of the steps that led up to the ritual grounds. The other members of the procession all had hoods pulled up over their heads and did not speak. The only one with their face uncovered was the head priest, holding a lantern at the front of the group. He nodded silently when Hazel finally arrived and began to walk up the steps.
The pace was slow and measured and quiet, nobody daring to break the stillness except for the sound of their bare feet tapping softly on each stair as they ascended. It left plenty of time for Hazel's thoughts to spiral further, trembling slightly as she cupped one hand protectively around her candle. So much had gone wrong already. The last thing she needed was for the sacred flame to go out. Gradually, the ritual temple's roof and walls appeared, still around another bend in the steps and above them on the hill. Hazel spared one glance at the imposing pillars, the bright iconography of their god painted on the sides, too worried that she'd trip if she stared for too long.
What she could not look away from was the statue that came into view once they reached the peak. It was of the forest god, represented by a great tree with a grand, twisting trunk and spread leaves. It was so detailed that there were carved images of birds and small animals and fruit amongst its branches. This isn't what the god actually looked like; that was one of the first lessons anyone in the order learned. Only the founders, who first received the blessing, had ever seen the god, and their recollection was tainted by divine presence and tales told over long, long, long years.
Hazel still stared, though. Wondering what a divine being like that had in store for her. No one truly knew what happened once the doors closed on the ritual. Talking about it was the highest taboo. Only that new forest kin would be seen in the meadows and mountains afterwards, mystical and fantastical creatures that looked made of vines and moss or otherworldly flowers that could move. And, rarely, people came back unsuccessful, overwhelmed and catatonic from the divine.
She had no more time to steel herself or pray that she wouldn't be among those numbers, because the head priest had opened the doors to the ritual temple. The place was old, but impeccably maintained, and they swung inwards with barely a creak despite their size. No one entered. Hazel could not completely tell from the way their hoods covered their faces, but she felt every single one of their gazes on her. Trembling, she started forward, slow and shuffling.
It was nearly pitch-black inside. Even with her candle, Hazel could not immediately tell if she was standing in front of a narrow corridor or a cavernous room. The lack of echo from her footsteps leaned more towards the former, but they were swallowed up by the sound of the doors quickly closing behind them all with an ominous thud. She looked back, startled, even though she knew she could not see a thing, not even a sliver of moonlight. The ritual had officially begun.
Perhaps it was her senses getting used to the dimness, or perhaps it was the divine at work, but after a moment she started to see the shape of the temple's interior. It was a long, long corridor that led somewhere Hazel could not see, but if she listened closely, she thought she heard the soft sound of running water from a fountain. Along either side of the great hall were grand statues of more trees, twisted branches, forest creatures, and intricate bunches of flowers. There were rooms, too, but none of the doors opened to her. She could only move down the corridor.
Eventually, she could hear the sound of running water, and eventually the hallway opened up into a grand and circular room. At the very top of the dome, there was a gap open to the sky, letting in beams of moonlight that reflected on the massive pool in the center of the chamber, surrounded by unlit braziers. It was a pure, scared space, and made her even more timorous with the feeling of inadequacy. Surely this room was not for her. But she could not return or leave the temple, so she gathered her courage and moved towards the pool.
As she drew closer to use her candle on the nearest brazier, she noticed that the pool's bottom was tiled in a beautiful mosaic, made up of dizzying patterns and bright colors. At the very deepest part in the middle, directly under the opening in the ceiling, was an altar with protruding rests that, when she set her arms and feet in them, would keep her flat, knees bent, legs apart. Facing another idol of the forest god.
She hadn't seen it before, as it was set in a recess that would be obscured from view anywhere else in the room beyond someone standing at the edge of the pool. But now it was inescapable, looming in front of her with its wide trunk and spreading canopy. The branches looked like they were reaching towards her. She swallowed, mouth suddenly dry, and left the candle on the braizer's pedestal. Inching forward, she stopped at the edge of the pool, the water nearly lapping at her toes. She could do nothing but undo the ties to her robes, let the cloth fall to the ground, and clasp her hands in prayer together in front of her. She stepped into the pool.
The moment she disturbed the water, every brazier and torch in the room lit, and flowers bloomed upon the surface where she and the ripples she made touched. Their petals were nearly translucent, fat and voluminous like a dahlia instead of a water lily. They also smelled sweet. Calming. Hazel waded further into the pool, reaching the altar quickly. When she reclined upon it, the water barely reached over her hips, lapping at her skin like a touch.
She shivered, wondering how long she would have to wait there, and tried to cast her gaze at anything besides the forest god's statue, flickering in the shadows. But there was nothing else. Just the divine cast in stone, seemingly staring at her nude form and waiting cunt.
She was on the verge of closing her eyes when all at once there was a presence. A sudden crush of the scent of earth and incense and the primal knowledge of something else looking at her. She wanted to flee, but she could not lift herself off the altar, arms and legs bound by some invisible force to the point she could only move her hips and head.
Yield. Follower. The words resounded in her head, alien and distant and more like an impression than actual words. The forest god? It is time.
"M-my Divine Lord, w-what is going to happen to me?" Her god did not reply. There was merely a shift in the air, and from the idol formed a golden orb. It was a little bigger than a lime, or a chicken egg, but perfectly spherical. Almost too fast for her to follow, it floated directly to the entrance of her pussy and started to push inside, unyieldingly. She gasped, jerked in her invisible restraints, the water sloshing around her. The orb's passage sent warmth surging through her as it made its way down her canal.
A core. For kin. For trial.
Was the sphere actually an egg? Or a seed? When Hazel chanced a look down, she could see it glowing within her, tracking its movement as it went further in. Eventually, it halted, pausing for a moment before the light and faint warmth grew into a true and intense heat, greater and greater, until she felt something tremble. Her cervix started flexing, opening and closing at a rapid tempo and growing wider and wider after each beat. Hazel thrashed, hearing the water splashing around her and moaning as the pleasure increased. The orb surged forward, thrusting through her cervix and into her womb. The sensation wrenched her into a climax, pussy fluttering rapidly as she cried out, throwing her head back.
Too distracted by her orgasm, she didn't immediately register something pressing down at a spot just below her stomach, but when the pressure increased, sending a jolt of ecstasy through her, she frantically searched for the source, but saw nothing. It kept going, moving in a pattern between her belly button and just above her cunt, as though someone was massaging the area with the heel of their palm.
Deliriously, she remembered parts of the scriptures that alluded to wombs "awakening" progeny, but she had thought it was a vague metaphor for the beginning of labor, not that it had anything to do with the forest kin ritual. But now there was divine power being fed to her through the forest god itself, as it continued to touch her, unseen. It pressed harder as it moved in tighter and tighter circles, until it found the right spot. The touch suddenly dug into her forcefully enough that it would have been painful under other circumstances, but Hazel only felt pleasure, growing to new heights when the invisible hand started moving back and forth rapidly, almost vibrating.
She screamed, fluid spraying from her frantically clenching cunt that rose above the water with her arching hips as she was pushed into another orgasm from the sensation. Simultaneously, the core inside of her glowed even more brilliantly, and somewhere in the deepest part of her, Hazel felt something pulse, the muscles of her womb starting to quiver. She immediately came again, and again, the climaxes washing over her in waves as her limbs tensed against the restraints, unable to make a sound as the pleasure overwhelmed her. She was so overcome, she didn't even notice when her womb began to tighten on something growing bigger and bigger inside of her, distending her stomach rapidly, until one of the squeezes was undeniably a contraction.
She blinked, trying to clear her vision and rationalize the fact that she suddenly could not see anything over the dome of her enormously pregnant body. Only the very top of the forest god's statue was still visible, its reaching and clasping branches. She cried out when another contraction hit, followed almost immediately by another. The orb had already dilated her cervix, and it didn't take long at all for each squeeze of her stomach to begin forcing something large and round into her canal. She struggled, trying to close her legs as every heave of her stomach sent another burst of ecstasy from her womb to her sensitized cervix and down to her pussy.
"It's too much! It's too much already. W-why was I chosen for this?"
Good. Was the only answer. She groaned, tossing her head fitfully from side to side, droplets of water splashing up to land over her face. The urge to push was inescapable, but Hazel was standing on a precipice, completely unprepared for this ritual. It might be sacrilegious to do so, in the presence of her own god, but the unknown of what lay beyond filled her with trepidation. She was trembling with the effort it took to keep the forest kin inside of her as it pressed against her eroticized cervix, the pleasure threatening to overtake her, but her resistance only worsened the circumstances. The longer she waited, the harsher and faster the contractions became. She panted desperately, every bit of her struggling to hold back. It was then she heard the god's "voice" again, a single word that could be nothing but a command. Birth.
Finally, she bore down, unable to resist her god, the vicious contraction slamming into her, or the instinctual urge consuming her anymore. She wailed, seizing with the effort and orgasm as both her cervix and cunt pulsed frantically when the forest kin moved. It was big, round, and already spreading the top opening of her canal even wider. But since the contractions were already coming so quickly and so forcefully, she was not allowed a moment of respite.
"Oh, oh, o-hh, OH, OH, OAHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHHHH! AUGHHHHHHHH!" She pushed, and pushed, and pushed with each squeeze, the god's kin practically barreling down her despite its size. Its texture, rough and ridged like bark, had it dragging over her g-spot when her efforts got it nearer to her entrance. She screamed and shrieked, fluid blasting from her wildly spasming pussy as she came from the sensation of it. The contractions were still relentless, and she could not resist all of her instincts compelling her to bear down without restraint. Her internal muscles rippled with her climaxes until the forest kin began breaching her. The seed bulged out of her pussy, its surface scraping against her fluttering opening as well as the most sensitive spots further inside of her. It sent her into an earth-shattering orgasm, and she writhed on the altar, the sound of her wail accompanying the churn of the water around her.
But the seed retreated back inside her once it was finished, sending an aftershock of pleasure jolting through her. Almost immediately afterwards, her stomach heaved with another contraction, and she gasped, trying to prevent the same sequence that spiraled her into that torturous climax. But something was changing. Her very womb had been undulating and squeezing down on the seeds that had yet to pass her cervix, but they had shifted. Hazel felt movement, something pushing against the press of each contraction, and she realized that she had taken too long to expel the first one. The eggs were hatching. Or more accurately, the seeds were starting to sprout. She no longer had any choice but to give in to the unbearable impulses, to let instincts overtake her.
"P-pushing! I'M PUSHHHHHIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGG!" Another powerful contraction wrapped around her, and all thoughts about or fear over birthing shattered immediately under the relentless hammer of pleasure and her own body's urge. She barely caught her breath between one and the next, bearing down continuously, forcing the seed to bulge out and recede over and over. The push and pull on her entrance and her clit drove orgasm after overpowering orgasm through her. She thrust her hips up, fluid gushing out of her and around the forest kin in hot bursts, landing with an audible splash into the pool.
The seed eventually reached its widest part, spreading her cunt wide. She clenched around the solid mass, the pressure and stretch radiating pleasure from her core. It built and built, her orgasmic contractions working in tandem with the ones squeezing her womb until all the waves of her climaxes grew into a larger, towering crest that finally tore through her. The egg popped free, and she wailed, writhing against the invisible restraints, her back bowing off the stone altar. Her pussy fluttered furiously around the sudden emptiness, the motion strengthening as something started to breach her cervix immediately.
It moved faster than the seed had, and somewhere in the fog of euphoria, she registered that this was because it was moving by itself. It wriggled, probing at the spongy ring of muscle, which prompted the inescapable instinct for Hazel to push again, but no matter how long or powerfully she did, no effort seemed to move whatever sprouted from the seed inside of her even an inch. Instead, she could feel the moving parts stretch further, down her canal and out of her cunt to eventually wrap around her legs. She couldn't quite see over the enormous dome of her stomach, but she thought she saw little tendrils of vines.
She had no time to dwell on it with the urge to push overcoming her again, and this time, the moment she bore down, the vines tightened and pulled something flush against the opening of her cervix. She threw her head back, mouth opening in a silent scream as her cervix pulsed orgasmically, widening even further until the thing popped through the opening. Fluid audibly sprayed from her in arcs with each surge of her climax, until it was slowed by the girth of something poking out of her entrance. Unlike the vines, she couldn't see it at all, and could only tell that it was softer and more tapered than the egg had been.
The tendrils gave another tug, but nothing moved. Even when she bore down and came from the sensation of the base of the vines at the base of the object wriggling against her g-spot. On the next contraction strong enough to draw Hazel's stomach up taut, she gave a massive push, holding it through another orgasm caused by the twitching tendrils pulling at her swollen and purple clit. She cried out, cunt clenching rapidly around the seedling stuck in its entrance, but there was not a single inch of progress, and eventually she pulled her push up short. A bizarre but overwhelming compulsion suddenly gripped her, and she twisted desperately in her invisible restraints.
"UGH, hahn, hahn, uhn, out, OUT, i-it needs to come OUT." Her flailing only managed to get the vines ever more agitated, and they whipped around, undulating incessantly against her g-spot until a second climax ripped through her. She screamed and humped the air in a frenzy, trying to dislodge or move the forest kin even a bit. "I need to give birth! I have to give birth to it!"
It has to bloom.. The god-voice spoke up again, and there was another invisible touch pressing through her abdomen. You must feed it. With more ecstasy.
It was difficult to think what she could do to encourage the tendrils to twist and squirm more, to move in ways that sent her into more climaxes, but despite it not doing much to move the seedling, the drive, the desire to push still consumed her. She couldn't help herself from bearing down again on the next contraction that sent tremors through her sensitized womb. The throbbing deep inside her caused the vines to writhe and snake around energetically, their motion falling into a pulsing rhythm against her inner walls and her clit.
Cumming and wailing, she thrashed against the restraints, hips thrusting and water flying everywhere in her orgasmic fit. The motion seemed to excite the vines even more, and they started to flail and wave vigorously. She stilled when she was at the apex of arching from the altar, seizing with another round of contractions vicious enough to have her very womb rippling. And it sent the tendrils into an outright delirium, their movements so fast and so fervent it felt nearly like vibrations. Hazel shrieked, climaxing instantaneously, fluid spraying from her cunt forcefully enough to burst out from the sides of the sprout still stuck at her entrance. But this time, it moved a fraction, something besides the vine's shifting.
"Haaaah, yes! Yes! Ooooh, oooooahhhh, i-it's coming out, OUT!" She howled as her womb, her cervix, and her cunt all spasmed frantically, and the part sticking out of the opening of her pussy began to unfurl. It started slowly, but as her orgasm continued on and on, it burst open all at once. Throwing her head back, she screamed as pleasure tore through her, fluid bursting from her cunt audibly. The force of it pushed forth the bloomed sprout in a rush, the roots and remaining vines sliding down her passage in a rush. "It's being--augghhhh, it's here! Ah, ah, AH, AUGHHHHHH IT'S HERE! IT'S BEING BOOORN!"
Like the seed, the flower sprout dropped into the water out of sight, but Hazel did not have the time to search for it, even if she had the thought to. Another pair of vines had already started pushing through the opening of her cervix.
Their births from then on were relentless, the tendrils wringing orgasm after orgasm out of her until they bloomed. She kept contracting and pushing, and pushing, and pushing, the water churning as she twisted and wailed out every climax. Fluid jettisoned out of her in an intense burst with each orgasmic pulse, her cunt clenching around the base of every sprout. She lost count of how many there were; there was nothing but the overwhelming urge to give birth.
"GYYAAAAHHH, NAHHHHH, AHHHH, THEY KEEP COMING! I CAN'T STOP!" Screaming, she tossed her head fitfully as another bud bloomed at the entrance of her cunt, driving her to cum and cum again until every bit of it was expelled. In the aftermath, none of its siblings moved to replace it. Her pussy twitched and fluttered on empty air, but Hazel's stomach remained enormous. In the midst of all her laboring and pleasure, she had not noticed it had grown so distended and towering that the shape of it was oblong and tapered slightly. She trembled, trepidation managing to sneak back even through the aftershocks as she was pinned beneath its weight. Trepidation managed to sneak back even through the aftershocks, but Hazel did not need to wait long to be filled again. Without warning, an orb, deep green and pearlescent instead of gold this time, flew from the statue of the forest god, ramming itself through her birth canal and into her womb in one ruthless thrust. Hazel's mouth dropped open on a soundless cry, and she shook with pleasure, barely noticing that the invisible force that had kept her restrained was now lifting her off the altar and into the air.
Swiftly, the invisible force that had kept her restrained lifted her off the altar and into the air, dragging her to the base of the statue. There were steps leading up to it that had been hidden from the shore, and it set her down there, just beneath the trunk. The water came up past her hips, but her belly still remained like a huge volcanic island above the surface. Nearly the moment she was settled on the stone, it felt as though someone pressed down on the top of her stomach. Although the touch was brief, it was firm, and her pained groan rose into an orgasmic scream as a bizarre shockwave passed through her that had her very womb rippling and throbbing.
You must. Finish. Before dawn. The god-voice spoke, sounding satisfied. Anticipatory. Complete the trial. You will make my new vessel. It is an honor.
Whatever was inside of her shifted eagerly, and in the same moment a brutal contraction constricted her abdomen, forcing the kin downwards. The crushing weight of it was unbearable, mounting to impossible heights as Hazel surrendered to the overpowering instinct to bear down. Each relentless heave and push drove the kin into her cervix, again and again, but only the very tip of it made it through.
"I-I can't get it out. It's too big, it's TOO BIIIIIIG!" Hazel clawed ineffectually at the stone underneath her, pushing as long as hard as she could manage, moans growing louder and louder until she was howling. All her effort merely ground the kin against her cervix more fiercely without truly breaching it. "It won't move! It won't-UGGHHH. GUUUH. NNNNNGH I'M PUUUUUUSHIIIING. I'M PUSHING AGAIIIIN."
Hazel threw her head back and bore down mightily, trying to force the kin through her once more. It rubbed against the eroticized tissue of her opening, the pressure building and building, until finally it peaked in a violent, consuming orgasm. With each wave of her climax, her cervix pulsed feverishly, widening a little more each time. She screamed through it, still holding the effort of bearing down, until the forest kin rammed through, finally emerging into the birth canal. The sensation of the enormous creature stretching her had her cumming intensely again, fluid spraying into the water from her twitching pussy.
Her body continued birthing even in the throes of such an all-consuming climax. The beast kin, as enormous as it was, started to poke out of her cunt. She could feel it pressing against her engorged G-spot and behind her swollen, lurid clit. It was too much, the pleasure downright maddening, but she was at the mercy of the incessant contractions, the shiver of her muscles with every orgasmic surge.
She had to finish before the sun rose, according to her god, and her instincts told her that the time was approaching rapidly. She had to do it, now, NOW, NOW--
Now.
Hazel bore down powerfully, the pressure of the beast kin stimulating her more and more until a deep and violent orgasm shot through her. Her back bowed as she wailed, pussy quivering around the body that was inching slowly out of her, prolonging the ecstasy that swallowed up her very mind with each clench.
"I feel it! I FEEL IT, IT'S HAPPENING!" Hazel babbled, entirely unaware of what she was actually saying. There were no other thoughts in her mind besides the pleasure and directive from her god. "I'M BIRTHING! I'M BIRTHIIIIING, AUGH, UNNNNGH, OOOOOUUAAHGHHHH!
She pushed helplessly, arching her back as another contraction came on in the middle of the climax, her body desperate as it forcefully urged the kin out. It spread her wider and wider still before retreating back into her, and the push-and-pull of it on her clit sent her to even more feverish heights of rapture. She kept cumming, each one bleeding into the next, but it still wasn't enough. She was birthing too slowly.
During the next wave, the entrance of her cunt, her cervix, her womb, all began to clench and ripple together in stronger rhythmic pulses, driving the kin down the birth canal with more speed. Hazel's hips pistoned wildly in a hopeless attempt to shift the creature out of her sooner as she was gripped by orgasm after devastating orgasm, screaming in delirious pleasure. Suddenly, they froze at the apex of a thrust, locked there as she was overcome by ecstasy. She bore down uncontrollably, stronger and more frenzied, her cunt and internal walls spasming frantically, until finally, part of the kin slid out of her in one great burst.
She could not see it, but from the weight and the way it was hanging, it did not seem to be the neck and head of the kin that had finally emerged, but the back legs. It was breech.
But before she could put any more time or thought into that fact, or how it would increase the difficulty of a birth she was on a timer for, her body seized in another swell of climax.
"I'M GIVING BIIIIIRTH!" She howled, head tossing fitfully. Her lower body remained suspended above the water, all of her effort focused on a single point, as the contraction and push continued unrelentingly. "I CAN'T STOP!!! I KEEP PUSHINNNNNNGGGG! HhhhhhHHHAAAAAAEEEEEHHHH!"
The kin's body stretched her pussy impossibly wider, sticking there for a moment, before more of it erupted from her cunt. An audible stream of fluid arced from under her visibly throbbing clit. The kin now dangled out of her obscenely, but it was so large, the last part of its body still required significant effort. And she could feel something stuck near the entrance, like antlers or horns, ramming into the area behind her visibly throbbing clit.
"It's not stopping! IT'S NOT STOPPING! I'M PUSHING, I'M PUSSSSHHHHIIIIINNNNG!!!"
The force of her struggles jammed the antlers more firmly into place against every sensitive spot, and the kin itself started to move, kicking its back legs and twisting inside of her, heightening the sensation and pleasure to the point of delirium. She could hardly bear down anymore, but the ripples of her inner muscles were uncontrollable now, her body pushing for her as she lowed like an animal. Her entrance bulged with every contraction, the kin almost peeking out but ultimately retreating in an agonizing rhythm that sent her spiralling into orgasm after orgasm.
"I have to give birth! I have to birth it, it's so close! So close--" She wailed in the throes of nonstop climaxes, not even noticing some of the restraints had lifted as she drew her knees up around the sides of her still gravid stomach, opening as wide as she could. Something more was building behind the continuous pleasure, something even greater, a euphoria only those chosen by the god could experience. "It's coming. I can feel it, it's coming! It's, I'm c-cumming, CUMMMING, CUUUUMMMINNNNNNNG!"
She convulsed in orgasmic ecstasy, bearing down even as she screamed and helplessly humped the air. With each new wave of pleasure, her cunt pulsated, clenching and gaping until finally, with one last, tremendous push, the kin slid out and splashed into the water below. The antlers dragged along Hazel's g-spot and clit as they went, leaving her still gripped with pleasure in the aftermath. For minutes afterwards, her pussy clenched around the sudden emptiness frantically as she writhed. Fluid sprayed from her in bursts as the waves of each climax crested, until finally darkness overtook her. But unconsciousness would be short-lived. Soon, she would disappear from the altar room, spirited away to some distant part of the temple.
The god hadn't been pleased with an offering like this in a long, long time.