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(GTSGIR) Ch 11: The Cries Of The Goddesses!
🕑 Added 2025-11-10 12:12:20 +0000 UTCThe Kethari moved in waves across the living world beneath their feet. To them, the body of their goddess was the very landscape — endless, radiant, and alive. Her flesh was soft yet firm, an expanse of warmth that pulsed faintly with a rhythm deeper than the sea. From the horizon, her body stretched beyond sight, a horizon of flesh-colored hills and valleys that curved with the shape of divinity itself.
Among the millions who walked her skin was a young Kethari named Orin. His hair shimmered like fine crystal threads, his translucent limbs catching the pink glow of the air. Each breath he took filled him with the scent of her — sweet, warm, electric — a fragrance that wrapped around the senses like a prayer.
He and his friends moved carefully along what to them was a vast, undulating plain, though they knew it was but a fraction of her. The ground beneath their feet was smooth and slightly yielding, its surface alive with a subtle warmth that reminded them they were walking upon their goddess herself.
"Keep moving!" one of his companions shouted over the roar of distant thunder — though it wasn't thunder at all, but the sound of her laughter echoing through the atmosphere.
Orin smiled faintly, looking upward toward the heavens. Even from where he stood, he could not see her face — only glimpses of her silhouette through the cloudbanks above, her upper body lost beyond the veil of sky. Every so often, a ripple passed through the world, a tremor that lifted dust and air, reminding them that their goddess lived, breathed, and moved.
"She is pleased with us," Orin murmured, his voice trembling with awe.
A distant murmur rolled across the horizon. Her voice.
"How cute," she said, though the sound was vast, spreading across continents like the roll of thunder. The air itself seemed to bow before it, bending trees and stirring oceans.
The Kethari fell to their knees in reverence. To them, her laughter was joy itself.
Then, the world began to tilt. A shadow fell across the plains. Her form above began to shift, and miles away, the land trembled. The goddess was moving — lowering herself.
Clouds scattered as her immense form descended, the sky parting to reveal the curve of her hips, the slopes of her thighs, and the faint, pinkish glow that radiated from her body. Each movement sent wind howling through the valleys, tossing the Kethari to the ground as they clung to her.
"Come closer, my darlings," her voice boomed, gentle yet commanding. "Show me how much you love me."
The very ground cracked under the force of her shifting weight. The Kethari pressed forward, crawling, running, struggling against quakes that could split their cities apart. The journey was perilous, each tremor tossing some into the air, some into fissures that opened and closed like the breathing of a living world. But none turned away.
Even as the ground broke and shook beneath them, they kept moving.
This, they knew, was her will — a test of faith, of devotion, of endurance.
Orin stumbled, catching himself on a fold of her skin that rose like a ridge before him. All around, the world glowed faintly pink from the warmth of her body. He could feel her pulse beneath his palms — steady, godlike, encompassing. His breath caught.
"She holds the world together," he whispered. "Even her gravity keeps us here. We live because she chooses it."
The others nodded, unable to speak over the thunder of her voice.
High above, the goddess's moans returned — a ripple of sound that rolled across the heavens. The air vibrated, the skies turned red with reflected light, and her long, flowing hair swept across the atmosphere like banners of silk. The world trembled with her joy.
Orin looked up again — and froze.
Ahead, far across the living horizon, he could see her worshippers gathered upon the immense plains before the towering mountains of her lower form that made up her clitoris. They massaged the folds of her flesh, licking and humping her lower lips. From this distance, they seemed to shimmer like motes of light.
Their songs merged into a single hum — deep, resonant, filled with reverence.
And through it all, their goddess's pleasure rumbled across the sky, a sound not of indulgence but of divine satisfaction. Her delight was the pulse of the planet itself, her laughter a storm of light and motion.
"She feels them," Orin said, his voice trembling as he pressed his forehead to the ground. "She feels all of us."
A quake struck then — powerful enough to throw him onto his back. The horizon rippled like a wave, sending dust and cries into the air. Kethari screamed as the tremors rolled on, knocking some from ridges and sending others miles into the air only to fall to their deaths to the world below, some went tumbling far into the endless expanse of skin.
"Hold on!" someone shouted — but their voices were lost in the roar of shifting earth.
Orin clung to the flesh beneath him, his fingers digging in. His heart pounded as he saw friends swept away — some falling for what felt like eternity, others landing with terrible finality miles below. He looked up — and froze.
For the first time, he saw her face.
The clouds parted as she rose from her resting place, her colossal form emerging from the haze. Her pink hair flowed around her like mist, and her eyes — vast, radiant — turned upward, filled with sudden dread.
Her voice came next, so loud it split the sky:
"FATHER!!!"
The cry echoed through the cosmos, a note of anguish so powerful that the planet itself seemed to stop spinning for a moment.
Orin watched, trembling, as her eyes filled with tears of light that fell upward into space. Then, her hand lifted, and he could see her focus shift toward the heavens — toward something unseen.
"Father," she whispered again, softer now, but filled with divine fear.
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Cassidy felt them upon her — every heartbeat of her children, every touch of devotion. Their lives flickered against her skin like sparks in a dark sea, and she loved them for it. She lay still, letting them wander, explore, and worship freely.
But then — she felt it.
A pulse through the ether. A scream not of pain from her own world, but from somewhere far beyond.
Her father.
The one she adored. The one she could not bear to lose.
Cassidy's chest tightened. Her vast body trembled as she rose from the surface of her planet, dust and clouds spilling from her like waves. Her light dimmed, her expression hardening with fear.
Her eyes turned toward the tiny blue world in the distance — his world.
"Father!!!" she cried again, her voice shaking the vacuum of space.
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Solace, her sister, lay in space itself— her mouth open, eyes closed, feeling the faint tickle of her followers who braved the inner depths of her vast mouth. To them, it was a sacred trial — to survive within her, to emerge reborn.
But the call shattered everything.
A voice — his voice.
Her father's.
Her eyes snapped open.
She gasped — and the tiny lives within her mouth were swept away in an instant, drowning in her saliva as she turned sharply, her movement so sudden it split the clouds of her world. Her lips parted.
"Father!"
Her cry flung storms across the heavens, her breath scattering whole fleets that orbited her body. She turned, colossal, her presence displacing space itself and destroying the space crafts on her body and sending her people flying out into space
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Arabella, the eldest, sat above her council — her long hair spilling across space itself. She could see it, her people knelt before her, trembling as she regarded them with quiet hunger. They were hers — their loyalty, their worship, their very lives. She licked her lips savoring their taste, she didn't always lick her planet, but she had to say, it made a point, a good point.
And then — she heard it.
That same voice, echoing through eternity.
Her father's cry.
Her head turned sharply.
"Father," she whispered, and the air around her shattered. The vast projection of her moon sized thrown fractured like glass, shards of light scattering into space. Her hair lashed outward, tearing half her world apart. As she moved her massive arm shattered the projection that was the council itself, she didn't care, only one thing held her attention.
In a single thought, she rose from her seat, breaking its upper crust with her heel, and joined her sisters — three titans rising from the dark, leaving behind trails of storms and ruin.
They moved together — their vast bodies cutting through the void like comets of divine power.
Cassidy, Solace, and Arabella.
Their voices rose as one, filling the cosmos with sound:
"We're coming!"
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