Chapter 0 - The Milk of Naia

Sir Roderick staggered through the mists. It was hot in this strange place. There was blood on the blade of Kryvar, his legendary sword, from the two-headed ettin that he had barely managed to dispatch. His clothes were filthy and ragged, and he was dripping with sweat. But he pushed on, determined to see his quest through to the bitter end.

The mists parted in front of him. Two beautiful maidens in simple white robes stood before him on either side of a golden gate. "Welcome, good knight," they said in unison.

Sir Roderick straightened up and bowed to these fair damsels. As he did so, he noticed that their white robes were so thin as to be almost translucent. He could clearly see their nipples through the diaphanous fabric. He could even make out dark triangles between their thighs. "I..." he stammered. Then he pulled himself together. He was a knight, not a gawking page boy. "I seek the Blessing of Naia!" he said.

"You have found it!" answered one of the maidens in a thrilling voice. "I am Daphne, and this is my sister, Phoebe. We are the handmaids of the Goddess Naia. She awaits beyond these gates."

"Then I bid you allow me to enter, Daphne," said Sir Roderick.

"But you can't," said her sister Phoebe. "Not like this." She gestured to his torn and blood-stained garb.

"Forgive my appearance, I beg you," he said. "There were... many obstacles on the path that lead me here."

"Oh, do not worry about that," said Phoebe. "Naia welcomes all, whether beggars or kings. But you must remove your clothing. No one is allowed to wear anything in the Goddess's presence."

"Here," said Daphne, "let us help you."

Before he knew it, Sir Roderick found that the hands of these two lovely maidens were all over him, unbuckling buckles, pulling off pieces of armor, and unlacing his trousers.

"Oh my, what have we here?" asked Daphne as she pulled his pants to his knees. Her soft hand barely brushed his penis as she did this.

"What a brave, manly knight," said Phoebe. She rubbed her body up and down against him, then kissed him gently on the lips. He could feel her soft, yielding breasts through her robe.

But before the knight could take advantage of the situation, both maidens stepped aside. They gestured grandly towards the golden gate, and it swung open, as if by magic. "Enter!" they said in unison.

Naked, but somehow still holding his sword Kryvar, Sir Roderick stepped hesitantly through the doorway. The mists were even thicker here. In fact, he now realized that it was not mist but steam. Small pools of water surrounded him, each one emerald green with white vapor clinging to their surface.

There was a loud clang behind him. The golden gate had swung shut.

"Is this a trap? Another test?" he muttered, tightening his hold on Kryvar.

"’Tis no trap, noble knight!" said a voice. Sir Roderick heard female laughter, like tinkling bells.

Ahead of him, in the largest of the pools, he perceived a curvaceous figure wading towards him through a cloud. It was this woman whose voice he had heard.

The clouds parted like curtains, and she arose dripping from the bath. Her caramel-colored skin was shiny and smooth. Her figure was full and voluptuous: she had wide hips and enormous ripe breasts. Her wide dark nipples made his mouth water.

She was wearing only the merest scrap of clothing: a very short golden loincloth clung to her ample thighs. On her head were golden bands, and an elaborate golden collar around her neck dripped chains of gold. There were gold rings on her fingers.

"Goddess!" gasped Sir Roderick. He bowed deeply.

"Indeed, you have found me, Sir Roderick," she said. "I am Naia." Once more she laughed her golden laugh.

Sir Roderick wondered how she knew his name. Then he reflected that she was a goddess. Who could say what mystic knowledge she possessed?

"I seek your blessing, fair Goddess!" he said. "I have overcome many dangers in search of it. It is said in all the tales that it will bring power and strength to any man that finds it."

"Very well," said Naia, "I will grant you what you ask." Then she grabbed one of her enormous tits with both hands and lifted it to her full lips. As Sir Roderick watched, eyes wide, she licked her own nipple with a long, sensuous, wet stroke, leaving a lone crystalline droplet quivering on the tip. Then she stared at Sir Roderick expectantly, still grasping her plump breast.

"Er—I—well..." stammered Sir Roderick, unsure of what to do. He wanted nothing more than to grab that fat brown titty and suck it dry. But he restrained himself. This was a goddess! He dared not lay a hand on her.

"Come child," said the Goddess. "If you wish to receive the Blessing of Naia, you must drink the Milk of Naia!" 

Now Sir Roderick understood. He stepped forward into the water. The steaming hot water felt like a soothing balm to his battered body. He knelt before the Goddess and clasped the breast she offered him. He stuck out his tongue and gave her brown areola a wet stroke with it. Her nipple stiffened, and a bead of white, like a pearl, formed on the tip. With his tongue, Sir Roderick tasted the droplet of milk. It tasted incredible! Instantly, he could think of nothing else. Thirst for her milk overcame him. With greedy hands, he squeezed her bountiful mammary. Heedlessly, he took her nipple into his mouth and began to suck. Rich, creamy milk surged out of it. He eagerly gulped down each sweet squirt. It was nourishing and delicious. He forgot all about his weariness, his aches and pains, and the many brushes with death which he had faced. All he wanted to do was guzzle milk from the goddess’s soft, life-giving breast.

But he had sucked the teat dry. He let go of it, roughly grabbed its sister, and squeezed hard. Once more thick, sweet milk surged into his mouth.

"Ah, I see that you find my blessing much to your liking," said the Goddess. Sir Roderick lifted his face from her boob for the first time in... How long had he been in this pool, sucking on her tits like an infant? A minute? An hour? A day? He couldn't tell. Milk was dripping from his chin. But he realized that was not all that was dripping. He looked down to see that his dick was hard and erect.
But this was not a normal erection, no. His cock was fatter, stiffer, and—could it be true? —longer than he had ever seen it. He noticed that his whole body was straining with muscle. Even as he watched, a cut on his knee stitched itself closed.

"You are surging with my power," said Naia. "Life and vitality are flowing through you. It will give you the strength to do many things. Why don't you try it out?" She gestured behind him.

Sir Roderick turned around and saw that Daphne and Phoebe were standing on the bank. Only now, they were naked.

Sir Roderick had been raised to be chivalrous to ladies from an early age. But he was bursting with energy, and it had removed all restraint. He grabbed Daphne by the hips. She squealed in surprise as he dragged her into the pool, but she did not resist. He bent her over, running his hand down her firm, ripe ass, and parted her thighs. He spat into his hand and then reached down and rubbed the spittle into her fleshy little mound. This made her moan. Then he grabbed his rigidly erect cock and positioned it at her inviting entrance. Without waiting, he stuffed it into her. She squeaked in shock. But in a moment she was moaning lewdly with wanton pleasure as he thrust in and out of her. Despite the fact that her mistress and her sister Phoebe were watching her get fucked by a total stranger.

In fact, Phoebe was apparently quite turned on by this brazen display. She began squeezing her own breasts and rubbing herself between her legs as she watched Sir Roderick pound her sister. He beckoned to her and she came to him. She threw an arm around him. He could feel her hand caressing his buttocks. Their lips met and they kissed deeply. Sir Roderick thrust his tongue into her mouth and began to explore it while he fucked her sister relentlessly.

Soon, he found that he was coming to the brink. He felt a wave of ecstasy building up in his loins. His cock felt like a mighty pillar up-thrust into a heavenly womb. It surged with power. Before he knew it, he was blasting what felt like gallons of hot, virile sperm inside the beautiful damsel. He felt like a young god. Holding her tightly by the hips, he thrust as deep into her as he could go. He filled her to the brim with cum.

Panting, he pulled his cock out of Daphne's thoroughly violated hole. Hot spunk gushed forth from it. His cock was dripping with juices, and it was still rock hard. Phoebe cooed and ran a finger up the shaft, scooping up a sticky gob. She thrust it between her red lips and smacked them together lustily as she tasted it.

"Would you like some of that?" Sir Roderick asked her. Phoebe bit her lip and nodded. Her cheeks were flushed and her nipples were stiffly erect. She was obviously horny. The delicate little damsel lifted her left leg, exposing her needy twat. Sir Roderick hooked his arm under her knee and pulled her naked, pliant body against his own. Then he slid into her soft, warm cunt.

Despite having filled Daphne only moments before, the knight found that he was still brimming with lusty vigor. In seconds he was fucking Phoebe even harder than he had fucked her sister, pumping in and out of her so relentlessly that she was tossing her head and shrieking. Daphne, not wanting to be left out of the fun, was rubbing her well-lubricated body against both of them. The two sisters pressed their open mouths together, exploring each other's tongues while they squeezed each other’s ripe tits.

Sir Roderick felt it coming once more, and he did not try to resist it. His penis pulsed inside the tight grip of Phoebe’s carnal flower. Then it was pumping cum into the delicate maiden as though it was a firehose. Phoebe moaned and writhed with ecstasy, and so did her sister.

Then at last it was done. He pulled out of Phoebe's cunt. She and Daphne collapsed on the ground by the edge of the pool, panting, disheveled, and thoroughly fucked.

Sir Roderick turned to Naia. The goddess was still there. She had been watching him the whole time he was rutting inside her handmaids like a beast, beaming regally.

"It appears you still have something to offer the goddess, Sir Roderick," she said. She pointed to his manhood. Incredibly, it was still hard. "I would not object to a taste."

She turned around and bent over, presenting her wide caramel ass to him. Then she reached back with her hands and spread apart her lush buns. The tight little star of her asshole as well as her smooth, hairless pussy were exposed to him. The pink of her deep snatch was a striking contrast against the copper tones of her skin.

Sir Roderick had had plenty of pussy. He wanted the Goddess's ample black ass. His cock was still sticky and dripping with the fluids of the two nymphs, so it needed no lubrication. He shoved the head through the tight ring of her brown star. In a moment the tip was inside her anus. She was so tight. He shoved his insatiable hard-on deep into her rectum. Then he began to ass-fuck the Goddess Naia.

The Goddess loved it. She moaned and squirmed on his dick. Her huge fat tits bounced up and down with every stroke. Milk was still leaking from them. Sir Roderick reached around her, dabbed some up with his finger, and then sucked it into his mouth. The taste of her amazing milk drove his thrusts to new heights. He was slamming deep into her ass with every thrust. No ordinary maiden would have withstood such an assault. But the Goddess was rubbing her clit furiously and grinding down on his prick. "Give me your dick, Sir Roderick!” she wailed. “I need it deeper and harder!"
Sir Roderick realized he was about to cum for the third time in only a few minutes. This time it would be inside the ass of a divine goddess. Was this allowed? He brushed the question aside. "Take all my seed, Goddess," he cried. "Take it in your fat ass!" Then he began to erupt. His cock twitched in the grip of her sphincter, and then began to spurt jet after jet of white-hot cum.

She grunted as without warning he jerked his cock out of her tight sphincter. He was still cumming. Rope after rope splattered her, glazing her ass cheeks with cum. White cream dribbled down her thick black buttocks. Goopy, pale spunk leaked from her anus. What once had been a tight starfish was now a ravaged, messy pink hole.

It felt to Sir Roderick as though he had been cumming for a long time before his climax finally began to subside. Panting, he pulled Naia close to him, laying his head against her soft body. He was amazed to find that even after this third orgasm he was still hard.

"I am still erect, my Goddess," he said. "Let me catch my breath and then I will worship you with my cock some more."

"I am afraid that our time is at an end, my good knight," said the Goddess solemnly.

"What?" exclaimed Sir Roderick. The golden light around him seemed to dim. He straightened up and looked about him. Billowing clouds of steam were closing over him. It was so thick he could not even see the goddess's dark, voluptuous form, even though she was bent over in front of him. He tried to grip her by the hips and hold her tight, but somehow she slipped from his grasp and left him clutching nothing but mist.

"No, no!" shouted Sir Roderick. "Come back!” He felt around himself frantically for her, but his fingers found only billows of steam. “Please! I need more! I need more of your divine milk, my Goddess! I beg you!"

"You have duties to fulfill, Sir Roderick," he heard the Goddess's voice say. It sounded as though it were carrying to him across a vast distance. "Go forth and use your newfound power for good. Slay monsters. Defeat your enemies. Subdue many maidens!"

"Wait!" he cried. "Let me have one more drop! One more drop of sweet milk from your bountiful bosoms! Please!" But all he heard was a distant, golden laugh. The last notes of it faded away to nothing. Then all was completely dark and silent. There was no sign of the Goddess Naia, or of the two beautiful maidens that attended her, or even of the steaming emerald pools.

"Ah, my sweet, cruel goddess," exclaimed Sir Roderick. "I have tasted the cream straight from your divine breasts and now I will thirst for it for as long as I live." He bowed his head. "I would trade any power to taste it again."

The billowing clouds blew away, and Sir Roderick looked up. He was now standing in the midst of a forest. Golden sunlight filtered down through green leaves. Birds twittered in the branches. Sir Roderick was immediately sure of where he was. Where could this be but the Knight's Wood, only a few leagues from Castle Greyhart, the home of the royal family of Sukkonia? He shook his head in disbelief. His quest for the Milk of Naia had taken him to strange lands far beyond the borders of the kingdom. He had ridden many days to reach her. And now, in an instant, he had been returned to the heart of Sukkonia. He looked down and saw that although he was still naked, his blade Kryvar was somehow clasped in his hand once more. He shook his head in disbelief. Such was the power of a goddess.

"Oh!" he heard a female voice exclaim.

Sir Roderick turned and saw a gushing waterfall falling into a sparkling pool. A comely village maiden was standing on the edge of the pool. She had stripped off her clothes to bathe. Now she clutched them to her chest to cover herself.

Sir Roderick was also naked. His body was now washed clean of dirt and blood. Revitalized by Naia's milk, it was practically glowing with energy. His form rippled with lean muscle. And as for his penis... it was still very long and very hard.

The innocent maiden stared at the knight's erect pole. "Oh!" she said again. Her cheeks flushed pink. Sir Roderick smiled and strode purposefully toward her.

THE END
