The first woman I approached was the virgin representing the conception of the harvest. Her face glowed like porcelain from the white rice powder, applied in a smooth layer. Swirling crimson lines—symbols of fertility and the harvest—were painted across her cheeks and forehead with safflower dye. At the center of her brow, there was a single red dot, the mark of the earth's blessing.
She was draped in a flowing, ethereal white nagagi, a simple, long-sleeved robe that was so thin, it was almost translucent. Hand-painted crimson and ochre motifs—swirling rice stalks, spirals of fertility, and delicate sakura blossoms—filled the gown's surface.
The other two women whispered something to the girl, glancing and nodding.
"Lord of nature," the virgin muttered as I approached, "I stand before you to be fertilized just like our village's crops would be for a bountiful year." Her eyes were lowered, but when she raised her gaze, I saw a mixture of reverence and submission.
I nodded to myself. Now I was lord of nature—how many more responsibilities could I undertake?
"Lie down, virgin," I said, pointing before me. "I shall fertilize you like the crops would be fertilized on the most bountiful year of all."
The other two women nodded, bowing happily. They seemed excited to observe the ritual from up close.
The virgin shyly lay on the ground, awaiting me. I knelt beside her and lifted her robe, baring her young slender body.
"It's... it's so big…" she said, looking at my cock, her voice trembling.
I chuckled. "Yes, child," I replied. "It is very appropriate for a symbol of the fertility and abundance of the harvest. It will bring you pleasure, as well as fulfill the ritual."
"Indeed," I heard Takahiro saying to the other elder. "Such a symbol must bring a bountiful harvest to us this year."
"Oh, yes," replied the other elder. "No doubt about that."
I rubbed the virgin's pussy, preparing it for the main act. "I am afraid," she mumbled.
"Don't be," I said, positioning myself. "It's a sacred duty of every woman. I'm just helping you by bringing it forward."
I entered her firmly and she gasped, her eyes widening, her body arching upwards to meet mine. "It hurts," she whispered.
I pushed all the way in, pausing there. "It will pass, child," I said, taking hold of her quivering hips. "The pain will give way to pleasure soon, and you will feel the joy of the ritual. Relax your body and receive your blessings with gratitude."
I started to thrust, slow at first. She moaned softly, gazing into my eyes, but soon I could feel her body beginning to soften and wetness developing inside her.
Her face was a picture of concentration, her lips parted. The fear in her eyes gradually began to mix with arousal and excitement. The swirling crimson lines on her cheeks and forehead seemed to glow in the fading light of day.
As I pushed her legs toward her chest and started to move faster, the virgin's body began to respond, her tight pussy twitching around my shaft.
I watched her suck in her slender stomach with every deep thrust, and the wriggling of her body and the moisture inside her began to build the wave of heat in me, needing imminent relief.
As we reached the climax of the ritual, the virgin's body arched upwards, her back bending in a beautiful curve. She cried out in pleasure, as I started my own release. I slammed my cock deeper and deeper, feeling the pride of deflowering yet another virgin.
It wasn't until after I stopped that the girl looked up at me, her eyes filled with a sense of wonder. "What just happened?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "What do I feel inside me?"
"The ritual is complete," I said, preparing to pull out. "My essence is inside you so that the harvest is ensured, and so is the prosperity of your village. You have fulfilled your duty, girl, and you should be proud."
The elder nodded with approval. "Yes, child. You have done well. Our lord has fertilized the harvest, and the land will be fruitful."
I pulled out of her and took another taste of the grassy mixture.
"Squat here, child," one of the elders told the virgin in the meantime, setting a cup on the ground. She puffed to lift herself, and as she squatted, the excess of my essence dripped into the ritual cup that the elders picked up and set aside.
Elder Takahiro stepped closer to me, gesturing to the second woman. "This woman," he said, "represents the growth of the crops. Please bless her with as much of her essence as you did the first one."
The second woman also wore a nagagi, but with different motifs—paintings of budding flowers and ripening wheat. She looked much more eager about her role in the ritual than the virgin.
"Lord of nature," she said with a small smile. "I am ready to be nurtured and cared for, just like the crops that need attention and nourishment to grow."
I nodded, giving her a sign to lie down. She lowered herself onto the grassy floor, readily lifting her robe by herself. She had a well-shaped body, and I could see that her pussy already glistened from the satisfaction of watching me taking the virgin.
"You are already fertile and ready to grow," I said, "but I will provide you with the additional nourishment for the full bloom."
"Oh yes, Lord of nature," she purred, spreading her legs. "Please nourish me. Fill me to the brim."
I felt ready for my next deed.
"So it shall be done," I nodded, running my hand over the woman's lower body. She moaned in anticipation.
"Lord Matsuda's power is extraordinary indeed," I heard one elder whisper to another.
I leaned forward. Of course, I was the most powerful samurai they had ever known. Those villagers were lucky to have such a mighty and virile lord.