chapter 1

Candace stood under the stone archway at the entrance to the Solarium, the shadows of the night enveloping her as she waited for when she was supposed to join the circle. Her wool cloak helped to keep the cool air from chilling her bare skin beneath; being nude for the ceremony was custom in the coven.
A few feet ahead of her a circle of cloaked people stood in a circle around red symbols painted on the stone floor, each individual part of the coven of witches she was a part of. They chanted in a foreign language, the language of their goddess Azalil, a long-forgotten deity of old.

The full moon in the sky outside shone bright through the glass panes of the solarium’s ceiling, casting a glow upon the painted symbols as if magic were being poured into them.

White light lit up the circle that the figures stood around, their black cloaks highlighted by moonlight.

Tonight, was her initiation into the highest circle of their coven, one that took years to work towards and she was looking forward to reaping the benefits, whatever they may be. No one knew what the benefits were, though, as she was the first in two-hundred years to reach the eleventh circle. Many members strived to reach higher but only she had been noticed by the goddess, something she was extremely grateful about.

In order to reach such a level a member had to perform a series of rituals and tasks set forth by the goddess in the book she had given the coven in its inception. This book listed everything they needed to do and know to venerate her holiness, to keep her spirit alive so that she may continue her mission in keeping women fertile.
Azalil was an Elder goddess, the one responsible for ensuring women remained fertile to continue reproducing and expanding the human race. Over a millennium, humanity had forgotten her name and who she was, but her group hadn’t. They had kept steadfast and were gifted magic as a result of their loyalty to the goddess.
Candace had grown to have a deep connection to the goddess and wanted to help fulfill her mission of ensuring fertility in whatever way she could. She was the only woman of color in her coven and she had worked hard, just like for everything else in life, to be acknowledged by the goddess and now the fruits of her labor were ripe to pick.
Latinxs worked hard by nature for everything they had, and this hadn’t been different, even if it pertained to otherworldly things. She watched from the darkness of her archway as the coven, entirely consisting of women, started to walk around the circle of symbols chanting louder. Their voices reached the heavens as the chanting become faster until it built into a crescendo where it abruptly stopped, causing the very air to sizzle from the power that formed as a result.

The lit torches on the walls flickered as a gush of wind blew through the room, moving to caress Candance’s body beneath the cloak she wore. She felt a shiver as the wind enveloped her before flowing back into the center of the room and dissipating.

Azalil was here.
She felt her presence and so did the coven as they all bowed at the waist.

Chanting from the coven had summoned her presence and she would be gifting Candace with her reward for being so loyal and such a hardworking devotee.

At the head of the circle, closest to the far wall on the raised stone dais, a woman materialized from the darkness.
Their goddess Azalil was showing her true form, something that had never happened before, causing everyone in the room to gasp. She was as beautiful as they had hoped, a statuesque dark headed epitome of beauty.
Azalil stood at seven feet and five inches, a giant compared to the humans before her. Her face was that of an otherworldly beauty, her pale skin glowed from within, like moonlight. Instead of the stereotypical bodies of goddesses, this one was true to her nature.

She had basketball sized breasts with dinner plate nipples that looked like they had fed numerous infants and a massive globular belly that jutted four feet before her, ripe and pregnant. Soft fat evenly coated her body, mostly settled into her wide birthing hips that would make a man weak at the knees. Her eyes glowed a pale silver that rivaled the glow of the moon herself, missing nothing before her. The clothing she wore was nothing but a sliver of pale lavender cloth that covered her groin beneath her giant belly, the rest of her body was nude in all of its glory.

Candace and her coven took a knee before their goddess as she sat on the makeshift throne they had brought where they assumed she would sit in spirit, spreading her meaty thighs for her belly to sit comfortably between her legs. Dainty hands were placed upon the massive globe of flesh, rubbing the sides. The temperature had risen in the room considerably, giving cause for Candace to shed her wool cloak to reveal her nude body to the warmer air. Her nipples hardened as the warm air caressed her skin.

“Rise my children. You have done well.” Azalil’s voice was soft and feminine, like that of a mother’s to her newborn.
Candace and the others rose to their feet before the goddess, their eyes filled with wonder and awe.
The goddess was beautiful, and they were honored beyond comprehension that not only had she appeared in person, but that she had complimented their hard work in keeping her spirit alive.

“I grace you with my presence tonight as we initiate Candace into the highest circle where only the most devoted of my beloved coven rise to. She will receive a gift beyond anything that you can comprehend and will become part of my mission in keeping the planet populated. Before you tonight, Candace will ascend to minor goddess status. A hand maiden of mine. Step forward, my child.”

Azalil held out her hand towards Candace who was now walking to the circle. The goddess told her to stop and lie on the floor on top of the painted symbols.

She did as the goddess requested and suddenly her body was bathed in silver moonlight.

Candace had a slim body with small breasts, thin hips, and small behind. Painted on her belly were white symbols similar to those on the floor beneath her body. They all centered around her belly to drive attention there.
Looking upwards, she gazed at the bright moon in the sky outside, which seemed to have grown much bigger since the goddess’s arrival.

The moon was massive and bright, shining its silvery rays right onto Candace and the symbols painted around her. Both the symbols on her body and floor glowed brighter as the goddess sat back on the stone thrown, rubbing her massive orb of flesh that sat in her lap.

The coven looked to the goddess for direction where she told them, “Chant the names of the symbols you have painted and I shall do the rest, my children.”

Sandy, the leader, nodded her head and prompted the group to start chanting.

As they started, the lights on the torches blew out and the air grew hotter, as did everyone in the room, including Candace herself.