My Quetzalcoatl was a great god, strong and in charge of equally great things, life, rain, justice, knowledge and the sun. Many more, but when he came to me, he wanted none of the accolades.
He wanted me to just be his priestess, a companion of deference but utterly without fear from him. I was his favorite.
"Mighty Quetzalcoatl, I have brought an offering. Meats, wine, and the freshest of our fruits. I know it was your wish to perhaps have a few more. We as your people are more than pleased to give you even more of the season's fruits - you bless us much already."
He'd appear as he always did, coming forth to me now that we had fallen into a new sort of ecstasy.
It was playing pretend.
As he covered this new form of mine, of a soft woman pliant beneath him, his radiant display nearly blinded eyes that were not used to light. But even his light I could feel, kissing my skin. So I drank it in, all of these new experiences only building up my desire, heightening the raw sexual need I had caused us both.
He would say nothing, ignoring the offerings made to keep him appeased. In fact, the whole tray brought into the temple would be upended - fruits scattered along the ground as clattering roared in my ears. The scene had become real, our natural-bourne ability to create what we wished around us drowing out everything else. Reality now for us was this fantasy.
His lips eagerly found mine, and I could feel his need as he pressed his immortal flesh against me. He demanded of me a sacrifice, not this offering of my people but my body.
"It is yours; I am yours..."
"Yes."
His coils caught me tight, pressing me to the floor on my back as he settled a little. Reared on his tail, his golden eyes dialated as he watched from above as his end probed up my legs to my womwnhood.
His own hands encircle himself, stroking erotically at his hardened member whislt I was kept below him.
His tail tip entered me, eager and cool. This is what I had been waiting for, but I loved how he had decided to toy with my desire in a different way.
It stretched inside me, worming its way in and making me writhe under his gaze. This pleased him.
"Beg."
"For what?"
"Me."
So I did. I begged him to do as he wished with me, my only stipulation was it must be whatever brought us both pleasure. I begged his probing intrusion to torture me further, and with every word he obliged. I was brought to crying bliss.
He licked my tears aside as I began to beg for it to stop. Oh, he didn't! And it was heaven!
His scales became slick with my wetness, drivuls of white cascading through to drip on the temple floor as he made me come with his tail. My senses were assaulted by his colorful feathers and glinting scales in my eyes, his husky voice mixing with the rustle on movement as he encouraged and sought to give me even more.
"You can't even think or breathe, can you? Higher, sweet flower, I have waited years and I will wait no longer."
His tail pumped in and out mercilessly now, and if I had been able to pay attention, I would have noticed how he came closer to me with his cock in his hand still. His hand and tail were moving to the same tempo, forceful and pushy.
He watched me give into his desires, body shaking around his pistoning substitute while he self-ministered. I suppose that was a trigger, since I remember a swirling moment in my own memories of his body tensing. I would later find ropes of his ethereal semen had covered my skin.
I felt empty when he retreated, given a chance to breathe and for my tremors to lighten. My liege trailed his hands across every inch of me, shivers overtaking me.
I gasped as his member this time began to move inside.
Pinned as I was under his coiling, exterting body, I cried aloud in astonishment as his cock stretched my insides. Physical pleasure for the first time in my existance. I clenched around him and onto him, and he nipped at my neck and shoulder.
"You are mine. Do you hear me?"
"Y-yes.."
"My beautiful willing priestess, will you give yourself to me even more and surrender all to me?"
"Yes, Quetzalcoatl."
"Then beg again. Beg for my seed."
I knew what he wanted to hear. His exaltation, praise, and glory from his human woman.
"To beg for your seed is to ask your ultimate boon. Please, favor me, lord of rain, shower me inside with your fertile seed. Fill me up completely with your celestial cum, I am a willing vessel for your intimate pleasures. You have opened my eyes to what heaven must be, now allow my body to be the recipient you need for your ultimate purpose. Use my mortal body, imbibe it with your liquid power and claim me as your consort."
These words were all he needed, apparently kept chaste so long in his wait for me that it was too sweet to hear. I felt him swell and burst, gasping as warmth gushed from his pulsing member as he suffocated me in effort to push it deep.
It suffused through me, and he kept his word.
In this fantasy, he took a piece of his power and saved his mortal priestess from the ravages of time, forever beautiful. It was in the seed he made me beg for, reward for indulging his whims.
He took me with him, ever after, and dwelled in our mutual lusty hunger together.
In reality, the curtain dropped and he and I exalted in the after-glow of mutual satifaction.