Lilly Scapegrace, Pact and Patron [F20/Deity, Explicit Consent, Succubus, Summoning, Dom/Sub, Breeding Fantasy, Blowjob, Throatpie, (Minor) Cumflation, Slut Shaming/Degradation]

Edit because I forgot the [Futa/Intersex Deity] tag.

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“Lilith of Növekedés, why do you invoke my name?” she asked, appearing in the bark of the tree. Her lovat skin was clothed only in the dark green leaves and purple petals of alien plants.

“Veronestra, Archfey of Fertile Beauty, Goddess of nymph and dryad, I invite you from afar in the hope of kindling your aid,” I said, throwing myself prone before her. My breasts pressed into the tilled ground at the edge of the farm I grew up on, enriched by the recent flood that had only just receded.

I was naked, as I had always been. As most other fiends I knew had always been, until the war, when the mortals came in their leather and cloth and metal skins. Until my mother broke her promise and never returned home.

The being I had conjured did not respond so I raised myself enough to behold her again. Her plant clothing had peeled away, her jealousy not allowing her to be more modest than I. I saw her dual sex for the first time. A member for plowing and a cleft to be sown. It was an arrangement I could form myself if I wished, but I liked my flower.

From what I had been able to learn of her she was a being of lust as well, just not for carnality itself or for any ability to draw the soul of another through that lust. Veronestra was an avatar of growth and renewal, of love and seed, of birth and life.

“What aid do you seek?” she said, stepping out of the bark of the Styxwillow tree I had chosen for the summoning.

“My Goddess, the mor-”

“Who are you to call me your Goddess, here on the banks of the river of fiends?” she demanded.

“I beg forgiveness, oh Fertile Beauty. I am lust incarnate and even here far from you I feel a kinship for your lovely children, the dryads and nymphs of the fey. If this is a presumption, then call it a dream instead, and one that I would strive for as a humble servant of you, Goddess.” I maintained my pose, knees beneath me, breasts to the soil, neck craning up yet still failing to properly behold her, my plump posterior raised high because I could only bend so much. From here I could only see her up to her abdomen, but that was all I needed for my slit to slicken.

“You have a rare taste in beauty then, for a fiend. A rare and discriminating taste indeed. Continue.”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/130jn1b/lilly_scapegrace_pact_and_patron_f20deity