Rain Bride

By TemporaryBarnacle.
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Nailah awoke before dawn, rising from the simple mat of woven reeds that served as her bed. She removed her nightclothes, standing naked in the cool air. Retrieving the box that lay at the foot of her bed, she ran her fingers over it reverently. It was solid wood, already an extravagance in the desert, and inlaid with strips of ivory and gold. She had never owned something so fine, and while the temple certainly wasn’t lacking tribute from the villagers and pilgrims, a humble priestess such as herself was afforded little more than her clothes and the furnishings in her small room. That would be changing today, however.

She opened the box. Inside was a long robe of soft cotton, pure white, and almost translucent. It was the garment worn by all Rain-Brides for their consummation with Sebak, but this one was made specifically for her. She put it on, savoring how silky it felt on her olive skin. She suppressed a nervous shudder as she tied the woven belt around her waist. Nailah had been elated when the high priest told her she had been chosen: such an honorable position seemed above her status.

There were plenty of other virgin priestesses at the temple, but the priest said that Sebak had shown special interest in her. Underneath the robe was a set of beads, and she got to work braiding her dark hair, weaving them amongst the tight rows of braids. When she was done, Nailah put on a pair of plain sandals, and stepped outside, heading towards the temple complex.

The sun was breaking over the horizon as Nailah made her way up the packed earth road. It would be the shortest day of the year: the peak of the rainy season when Sebak’s power was at its height. The temple was built from huge blocks of limestone, lording over the village and drawing pilgrims from all around the river delta. Some were gathered outside already, bearing offerings and hoping for a chance to see the god and his new bride. They murmured in hushed tones as they watched Nailah approach, falling silent as she neared. Feeling awkward and unused to their deference, Nailah did her best to retain the regal air befitting her new position.

The pilgrims dressed in rags, and there was no way of telling how far they had journeyed. They brought lots of food and wine, the richest offerings they could afford to spare in hopes that Sebak would bless their fields with rain and bountiful harvest. A few had even brought live goats to sacrifice. The pilgrims hurried to make way for her, falling to their knees. Nailah kept her gaze locked on the temple, trying to stay calm and focused.

“Rain-Bride!” one of the pilgrims called, prostrating himself in the dirt at her feet. He held up a small earthenware pot. The others let out a collective gasp at his boldness. “Please! Take it,” he insisted, raising it towards her.

Taken aback, Nailah hesitated, then gingerly took the pot from him. It was honey. She thanked him quietly, but he was already scrambling back out of her way. Continuing on, she climbed the steps to the entrance, where she was greeted by a pair of priests.

“Rain-Bride,” they addressed her, bowing slightly.

“You’re early,” one commented.

“Yes, I hoped I would avoid the crowd,” Nailah answered

“Nervous?” the other priest asked, and she nodded. “Do not worry, I know that you will be a wonderful bride for him.”

Nailah swallowed hard, thanking him for the kind words. She looked back down the steps, where the villagers had quickly gathered. Someone in the village must have seen her head towards the temple and spread the word that she had left already. None were allowed within the temple today besides her, not even the other clergy. She was to enter alone, emerging only once the consummation was complete. Before she entered the temple, servants removed her sandals, cleaning her feet and hands.

“A gift?” one of them asked, gesturing towards the pot of honey. “A fine idea, Sebak will be most pleased.”

Nailah didn’t answer, and when they were finished, she stepped into the temple, the polished stone cool on her bare feet. She gazed at the carved walls and pillars as she made her way to the main chamber, the sunlight behind her fading the deeper she went. Finally, she reached the main room, where sunlight streamed in from the hole in the ceiling. The chamber was large and square, with four pillars supporting a domed ceiling.

A round hole in the ceiling allowed light in and for Sebak to leave should he wish. Few have seen his divine form up close, and he rarely left the temple. Nailah stepped onto the mosaic floor but saw no sign of the god. The previous rain bride had told Nailah of her duties, but she still wasn’t certain how to initiate them, especially with Sebak seeming, to be missing.

Sebak had dominion over the changing of the seasons, and the rain that brought life to the river valley, surrounded by desert on both sides. He, too, was cyclic in nature, and the Rain-Bride’s purpose was to fulfill his own cycle of rebirth. Nailah heard the telltale buzzing as Sebak showed himself, emerging from the shadows behind a pillar. Nailah bowed low before him.

“I am to be your bride, my lord.”

Sebak fixed her with multifaceted eyes, slowly stepping into the light. The great fly’s body shone a glossy blue-black, wings like panes of glass against his back. Nailah watched him with awe. She rose from her bow, offering the pot of honey to him. Sebak twitched his antenna but didn’t move to approach her. Unsure of what to do, she waited for a moment, then brought the pot to her lips. The sweet liquid filled her mouth, some trickling down her chin and onto her neck. She set it down on the floor, and the fly drew closer. Nailah was scared the god might reject her, but he seemed to be simply taking its time. She knelt before him, placing her hands on her knees.

“My all is yours, Lord Sebak.”

The fly brought its face close to hers, and she could see her reflection in his eyes, repeated endlessly. It extended a thin proboscis and began to lick the honey from her neck. She lifted her chin, unable to help from blushing. Part of her was still reeling, hardly able to believe she had the chance to be his holy bride. Sebak moved up her chin to Nailah’s lips, which parted in surprise. As his tongue entered her mouth, she closed her eyes. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close, kissing him back passionately.

She let go for just a moment, pulling open the simple belt around her waist and shrugging off the robe. It crumpled behind her, and as she hugged him, Sebak put his own front legs on her shoulders. He pulled his head back from the kiss, buzzing his wings. Holding him, Nailah leaned away until she was lying on her back with the fly on top of her. She straightened her legs as she lay down, spreading her knees.

“Please, lord Sebak,” she said, offering herself to him. “Let me carry you into your next rebirth.”

Whether the fly understood her words or not, he pressed the tip of his abdomen between her legs. Nailah shook slightly, wondering if it was going to hurt. Regardless, it was her duty, and a tremendous honor besides. She felt it grow hot and slick where their bodies met, though she couldn’t tell from whom. She raised her knees and angled herself towards him.

“I’m ready,” she whispered.

Sebak wrapped his legs around her body snugly, and she tightened her arms as well. He pushed harder against her, and she felt him enter, his shaft extending from the tip of his abdomen. Nailah’s gasp rang around the stone walls of the chamber. There was a slight, dull pain when he entered, but it quickly faded as he thrust inside, replacing it with a burning pleasure. Warmth shot through her body. He began to thrust, and she whimpered, overwhelmed.

“Yes, make me yours!” she screamed.

His wings buzzed, sending vibrations through his body and into hers. Nailah came hard, letting out a small whine as she tensed, then allowed her arms to fall to her side as she relaxed again. I’m really the one, she thought, tears of joy welling in her eyes. To bear his divine seed, and give birth to the new vessel! Heedless, Sebak continued fucking her mindlessly, seemingly driven by instinct alone. His legs dug into her soft skin, and he thrust harder. Nailah clenched her hands, fingernails sliding over his smooth chitin as she balled her hands into fists. It was more wonderful than even her wildest imaginings of this moment.

She lifted her legs, locking her ankles together behind the fly and pulling him deeper. Sebak held his head just above her breasts, and Nailah brought her arms back to her chest, pushing them up towards him. He latched onto one with his mouth, sucking hard and sending a pleasurable jolt up her neck. Mailah ran her hands over his hard shell lovingly, gazing into his compound eyes. Does he feel this good too?

When Sebak’s abdomen pulsated, Nailah gasped, taken by surprise as a spurt of hot cum shot into her. Yes! This is it! She pulled him tight with her legs, trying to take it all. It poured from him, filling Nailah’s pussy to the brim until it began to leak around his shaft despite her best efforts. Her legs quivered as she came along with him. Once the flow stopped, Sebak held there for a moment before pulling out, lifting into the air. Nailah lay on her back, breathless and staring blankly in wonder and beaming. She got to her feet, shaking, and managed a bow.

“I… Thank you, Lord Sebak,” she said. “It is an honor to be your bride.”

Globs of cum dripped from her, and it ran down her thighs. When she straightened, the god was hovering before her, upright. She trailed her gaze downwards, seeing his dripping cock was still erect and protruding from the end of his body.

“Was… was I not to your satisfaction, my Lord?” Nailah asked, worried she had offended her somehow.

In an answer, Sebak flew over her, grabbing onto her shoulders from behind. She stumbled as his weight settled onto her back, and she caught herself on a pillar. Surprised but still eager to please, she braced both hands on the stone, leaning towards to raise her pussy for him.

Sebak repositioned, holding his thorax tight to her back. He gripped her with all six legs: two across her chest, stomach, and hips. The tip penetrated her easily, her pussy soaked from arousal and his previous load. When he thrust, he lifted his entire abdomen up and back down. Nailah’s fingertips turned white as she held the pillar harder, moving her hips back and forth in time with her lover. The tip nearly slipped out each time he pulled back, then he slammed against her ass with a smack when he thrust back inside.

Nailah swayed on her feet, dizzy from pleasure and jostled around by the violent pounding. Her narrow braids fell in a tangle over her face, and she lowered her head, panting. She could hardly think, overwhelmed with pleasure and happiness as she submitted to her god, her husband.

“More,” she moaned, but it came out like a whisper. “Please,” she managed a little louder, voice cracking as another orgasm began to build.

Sebak continued to thrust mechanically, Nailah’s pussy still leaking from his first load. She arched her back as she came, a moan catching in her throat. Suddenly weak, she crumpled to her knees, sliding down the pillar. Sebak gripped her even tighter, holding his cock deep inside as it swelled. Cum gushed from the tip and into her pussy once again. This time, it continued to flow, the pressure increasing until it spilled over into her womb, filling her. His whole abdomen contracted with each pump, emptying into her as she swelled. By the time the flood stopped, Nailah was soaked in it, her stomach ballooned nearly half a foot beyond its normal size.

She slumped to the ground, stunned and lying in a pool of the god’s seed. Sebak, satisfied, dismounted, the last dribble of his cum leaking from her as his cock pulled away. Nailah lay there, blinking slowly for a moment before she managed to stand up, feet slipping beneath her.

“Thank you, Lord Sebak,” she whispered, throwing her arms around him in a hug. “I promise I will carry your seed well.”

Finished with her, the fly extracted himself from her embrace and wandered away. Nailah cradled her swollen belly. She couldn’t wait to bear his child, the next god in the cycle. Retrieving her discarded robe, she slipped it over her arms, leaving the front open to expose herself. Now that it was over, she could hear the crowd outside the temple, their chants and prayers blending to a murmur. They had come from far to witness the conception of the new god. Nailah made her way towards the entrance, slick and swollen from the god’s consummation. She would not keep them waiting.

The End.

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*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t always mean the flaws in a story are always fixed.

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