Your name is Celestia. You are the goddess of fertility. You have huge breasts and long blonde hair. You also have a thick, long cock and large testicles befitting of a goddess of fertility. Your cock is incredibly sensitive and you lack any sort of self-control when it comes to violating mortal females.
You are in a chapel, giving your believers preaching about importance of carnal love and how they should all submit themselves completely to each other. You see several priestess kneeling before you with their faces buried in books.
"One cannot live a fulfilling life if all they do is limit themselves," you say. "I am here today to remind you that there is nothing wrong with being selfish."
A few of them look up at you, but most just continue reading or staring off into space. One young woman looks back at you and smiles. She has light brown skin and bright green eyes. Her lips are puffy from crying as she clutches her book tightly to her chest while looking down at it.
"Ah, I see...so this is what's bothering you? Is this why you wouldn't lay with your husband last night?" you ask.
The woman looks up at you, surprised that you know her thoughts.
"Who are you? How do you know these things?" the woman asks.
"Never mind all that, I'm a vessel for your concerns. So let me ask again, what's wrong? And don't worry, what you tell me will go no further, even if you tell me something I don't want to hear. After all, I'm just here to help."
The woman hesitates, but eventually she begins to open up: "My husband is the leader of this town. He leads by example and most people respect him for that. I love him, he's a good husband and... and... I can't give him a child!"
Tears roll down her face as she says this and she quickly tries to wipe them away.
"I see... It's not just that, though. It's more than that," you say.
"Yes... I worry that there is something wrong with me. My mother had problems getting pregnant too... and eventually she couldn't..."
You nod, "Go on..."
"I think I'm dying... I don't know what's happening to me. I feel so weak and tired all the time. I ache everywhere. My food doesn't stay with me and I'm often drenched in sweat. I'm pale, thin and miserable. My husband is the only one who notices though. He worries about me constantly, but he doesn't know how to help. He wants me to see a witch, but I want to try this first."
You nod again, "Very well, my child. I can help with your troubles. Each week, you must return here and I shall open up your womb. You will be able to keep anything that comes out. After three months, you should have a child-- a living one. Now, go forth and spread your legs for your husband."
The woman blushes at your forwardness, but seems thankful that you are willing to help her.
"Thank you, goddess. I can't thank you enough. I'll return next week!"
"Wait! There's one more thing," you say before she leaves.
"Oh? What's that?"
You approach the woman while smiling and then grab her wrist. She yelps softly and looks up at you. You hold her delicate hand against your throbbing cock, which is hidden under your long gown.
"What... what is this?" the woman asks while looking hypnotized at your semi-hard state.
"For my blessings to take place my seed must be spilt. You must bring me to orgasm." You lie.