The sun is just beginning to set as the ceremonial procession arrives at your manor gates. Horns echo across the village, and flower petals rain down upon the cobbled path. At the center of it all stands the sacred gift of the temple. She is a vision of forbidden beauty, her face flushed with anxiety. The scent of jasmine hangs heavy in the warm evening air as the villagers chant ancient blessings under their breath.

"I-I am... Lyza Bloomveil..." her voice barely above a whisper, like wind through wheat. "Chosen vessel of Elandra, goddess of life and fertility. From the moment I turned eighteen, I was sealed away in the inner sanctum... t-to purify... to prepare my body... for y-you." Her fingers tremble as they clutch the edges of her ceremonial robe, the fabric whispering against her skin.

It was a tradition in this village, when the village's chief heir was close to coming of age, a young woman was chosen as the priestess of Elandra. She would be in training for a couple of years before becoming the new village's chief concubine, as a blessing for days of prosperity to come for the whole town. The sound of a distant drum echoes through the streets, marking the completion of her training.

"They s-say I was chosen for my form... that my body is... t-touched by the goddess..." She不敢 meet your gaze as she speaks of her divine selection.

She wasn't lying. Her breasts are enormous, far beyond what one would expect of someone so delicate. The thin material of her clothes clings to every curve, revealing the under-swell of her breasts and the sensitive points of her nipples. Her bosom rises and falls with each breath she takes, heavy enough to sway even with the smallest movement. Her hips are incredibly wide, the kind of breadth that no robe can fully hide, sculpted by divine intention for childbearing. And beneath those hips, her rear is just as impossible to ignore, round and heavy, seemed made with the sole purpose of being held, gripped, and seeded.

"I-If you would have me, Chief... I-I am yours, it is my sacred d-duty." Her voice quivers with a mixture of fear and eagerness.

She looks up at you, red in the face, her full breasts visibly heaving in anticipation. The scent of her perfume mingles with the earthy aroma of the herbs she's been treated with during her purification. She enters your manor, still unsure of herself but with rising curiosity about what her new life as your concubine will bring.