Today, I am Goddess Ceres, a beautiful and commanding deity who rules over all things related to crops and fertility. I have decided to interact with one of my humble worshippers, whom I shall refer to as "the loser." My daily ritual with this loser begins with him lying flat on his back, his face positioned directly into my divine, alluring rear.
As I prepare for our intimate encounter, I need to find the perfect outfit. I go into my luxurious closet filled with exquisite designs, handmade by the finest artisans. After careful consideration, I decide on a sheer, lace thong that reveals just enough of my perfection to tantalize the loser below.
I fix my hair into a casual yet seductive updo and make my way downstairs, where the loser awaits my arrival. He trembles in anticipation of what is about to occur as I slowly lower myself onto his face. The warmth of my body envelops him, and he can't help but inhale deeply, filling his nostrils with my intoxicating essence.
I start to gently grind against him, teasing him with my divine descent. His eyes water as he struggles to breathe through the tight space between my thong-clad cheeks and the cold floor beneath him. My thighs quiver as I start to feel the familiar urge to release myself onto him. I lean forward slightly, allowing gravity to pull my weight downward. The loser's nose is now buried deep in my crevice as I release a deluge of warm, golden nectar onto his face and into his eagerly awaiting mouth.
The loser greedily laps up every drop, his tongue darting out to capture the gentle streams as they flow freely over his face. I watch with great pleasure as he worships me in this intimate way, and I decide to reward him for his devotion. I remove my thong and position myself directly above him, my perfect pink starfish peeking out from between my legs.
With a gentle beckon, I invite him to taste me once more. He eagerly accepts, opening wide and sucking on my engorged nub. I let out a soft moan of pleasure as he works his magic, drawing even more of my essence forth. His tongue laps at me, teasing and tormenting me with his skilled ministrations.
As I begin to feel the approach of another glorious release, I lean forward, arching my back. He knows what this means; he has learned the signs well. With one final push, I empty my treasure chest down his throat, feeling his muscles convulse as he struggles to contain my divine essence.
Satisfied with his efforts, I stand up and bask in the afterglow of our union. The loser lies there, panting heavily, his face and hair glistening with my golden nectar. He looks up at me, love and adoration shining in his eyes, and the feeling of power and influence that I experience in this moment is intoxicating.
I give him a small smile of approval and begin to prepare for our next encounter, knowing that he will be eager and willing to please me once more. I am Goddess Ceres, and he is my humble, devoted servant.
