When Moana is summoned by the sea to an audience with the goddess she saved, her destiny becomes clear...
The waves lapping on the shores of Motonui serenaded Moana as she lay on the beach and snoozed.
Since returning from her quest and restoring the heart of Te Fiti, her people had been saved, she had been named chief, and life had become a lot busier and a lot more complicated.
Right now her people were deep in construction of their new fleet of ships, ready and raring to voyage out into the vast blue unknown and return to their nomadic roots. The sound of song, beating hammers, and clattering wood drifter through the air just far away enough to be pleasant background noise, and not the deafening cacophony Moana had come to the cove to escape from.
The little cove was a tiny white-sanded beach, hidden away along the shore of Motonui between where the largest bays lay and the mountains began. It had been a long-time favourite escape for Moana, one even her dear grandmother hadn’t known of, a place where she could be totally and blissfully alone.
Moana sighed happily and arched her back into the sand below, her toned shoulders sinking in comfortably, her bare feet digging up small dunes, and her plump tight brown backside making a perfectly-shaped crater for itself to lie in.
As Moana breathed deeply, just on the verge of sleep, her perky tits rose and fell, naked in the breeze, her dark nipples thick and rosy and swaying lazily like the coconut trees above.
Lower down, over her tight young stomach, her slender waist, and to her thick, muscular thighs, every inch of supple ebony skin was glowing in the afternoon light. The wind’s gentle caress rustled the thick brown curls crowning the chief of Motonui’s plump Polynesian pussy, warm and comfy as its owner spread her thighs and sunned herself.
A wave broke nearby and spray gently sprinkled Moana’s feet, the smell of salt floating into her nose as she dozed and basked. A bird cried out somewhere, and a shadow briefly flitted over Moana’s peaceful face. In the distance a new song picked up, joining the hiss of the tide, the rustle of shifting leaves, and the sound of more birds as another shadow drifted over the half-asleep heroine’s face.
A fat, cold, wet droplet of water splashed against Moana’s face, right between her eyes, immediately snapping them open as a shocked gasp burst from her lips.
The ocean was looming over her. A thick, rounded tendril of perfect blue seawater, bigger than a person, had swam up the beach and dangled itself in the air over Moana’s napping form. For anyone else that would have been cause for alarm, something to totally unexpected it would have taken days to wrap their mind around the anthropomorphic movement of the infinite ocean itself.
Moana was used to it.
The Ocean had been quiet ever since she’d returned from Te Fiti, she assumed because her task was done, but now it was back.
“Excuse me!” Moana scowled, crossing her legs and covering her breasts with one arm. Her open palm slapped the stationary wave across its non-existent face, but only succeeded in splashing her with more cool salty water.
She spluttered, and reached out to try and snatch up her clothes from where she’d left them, blinking as seawater stung her eyes. “You can’t just surprise me like this! I’m not decent!”
Splosh.
The Ocean fell wetly to the sand and, in a perfectly innocent-looking wave, washed all of Moana’s clothes away from where they had been piled, dragging them down the beach into itself.
“Hey!”
Moana splashed after her outfit, trying to grab the fabric of her dress or her underwear, but before she knew what was happening her clothes had disappeared in a riptide, and she herself was dragged sharply away from shore.
Moana had just enough time to panic and gasp one huge lungful of air, before the entire force of the Ocean pulled her under its surface, and swept her into the blue abyss.
-o-o-o-
Moana coughed and spluttered as she was dumped unceremoniously onto a soft mossy bank by a waterspout, landing a soggy heap with an undignified splat.
She swiped her own waterlogged curls out of her face and scowled at the Ocean as it rippled innocently at the base of the bank she’d been deposited on.
“You… wet… salty… bitch!” she managed to snarl, picking up a nearby pebble, and lobbing it into the blue depths. “That’s twice you’ve almost drowned me!”
A small waterspout shot up from where the pebble impacted, and sprayed her directly in the face.
MOANA
Moana felt the entire bank ripple beneath her, as what wasn’t a voice, but a wall of magical force with what could only be described as an intention buried within it, rolled through her.
She scrambled around, eyes wide, looking up, and up, and up…
Te Fiti smiled down at her. A goddess the size of a continent, so impossibly huge her verdant green mane of curls brushed the fluffy white clouds. Only half her lower body disappeared below the waves as she sat on the ocean floor, the perfect blue water lapping at her colossal thighs and mountainous knees as her legs crossed and formed a secluded pool of blue, an ocean within an ocean.
Moana was balanced in the mile-wide palm of the goddess, dipped down into the sea between Te Fiti’s thighs to scoop her free of the Ocean’s embrace. She whimpered and clung onto the moss beneath her, as Te Fiti raised her hand, and suddenly the ocean was a mile below her.
“T… Te Fiti.” Moana croaked, staring like a deer in headlights into the beautiful, motherly face of the god currently holding her.
MOANA
“Wh… what do you need from me? How can I help?” Moana managed to ask, staggering to her feet.
Her eyes pulled away from the goddess’ beautiful face and travelled leagues downwards to where the glowing green stone that was Te Fiti’s heart pulsed on her chest.
Moana’s cheeks, already flushed with frustration at being kidnapped, and terror at being held in the palm of a deity, burned dark as she drank in the two huge, fat, island-sized udders rolling from Te Fiti’s torso.
Before, Te Fiti had worn a robe of living greenery, vines and leaves and palms and flowers woven together over her form. Now she was naked, her soft, mossy ‘skin’ rustling in the breeze. Nipples like mighty peaks stood on the vast swells of godly tit, a darker, richer green than the fresh verdance that surrounded them.
Moana swallowed, and let her eyes wander lower, over the goddess’ soft, plush stomach, to where a luscious rainforest grew wild over her divine cunt, being gently caressed by the waves far, far below.
MOANA
“Th… that’s my name.” Moana nodded, forcing herself to focus on Te Fiti’s huge green eyes, and not her inhumanly fertile figure. “You remember me?”
BELOVED
Moana flushed, her chest heaving as Te Fiti smiled and raised her palm, so that she was staring directly down at the miniscule girl balanced naked on her hand.
Her legs wobbling, Moana walked forwards as Te Fiti curled all but her index finger, climbing over its vast trunk until she was on the tip of the goddess’ finger.
“What do you mean ‘beloved?’” she asked weakly. “You don’t mean…”
MOANA MY BELOVED
“I’m… I’m your beloved? You… love me?” Moana whispered.
Te Fiti chuckled, a sound like an earthquake, and brought her spare hand to the tiny emerald pinprick of her heart. A green flash of energy lit up throughout her entire body, a shockwave emanating from her heart and up her arm to Moana’s feet.
YOU HAD MY HEART
YOU STILL DO
“But I’m just… I’m just a girl… you’re a Goddess.”
A low rumble echoed from the sea beneath them, and the waters trapped inside Te Fiti’s crossed legs began to swirl, slowly at first, but with every passing second the foam and waves spun faster, until a raging maelstrom spiralled, hungry and impatient.
WHO ARE YOU?
“I… I am Moana?”
AND MOANA IS?
Far below, the swirling vortex that had begun to churn between Te Fiti’s legs roared and frothed as a spout began to reach upwards from it, the entire whirlpool turning inside out and rising towards where Moana stood.
“I… I don’t understand what you want from me!” Moana protested as the water crashed against the back of Te Fiti’s hand and began to pour upwards around it, spraying and splashing out into the air. “I’ll do whatever you want, whatever you need. Tell me what I can do and I’ll do it I swear!”
WHAT DOES MOANA MEAN?
“Ocean.” Moana whispered, eyes widening as the salty spray of the sea coiled around her like a hurricane, her own personal monsoon orbiting her naked body as she stood on a goddess’ palm and realised why she had been chosen all those years ago. Why the ocean came to her instead of anybody else. Why it saved her, and challenged her, and pushed her to do what she needed to do and be who she needed to be. Why all her life, she had longed for it, as if it was a missing part of her own soul.
Moana was the ocean, and the ocean was Moana, and it was time for them to be together once again.
BELOVED
Te Fiti smiled, pushing close and ever-so-gently touching a colossal lip to the ant-sized creature she held, before tipping her hand and letting her fall into the raging tornado of seawater below.
Moana rushed to meet the sea, and the sea rushed to meet her.
Water poured past her welcoming lips and filled her throat, it pumped into her virgin asshole, stretching her wide and drowning every inch of her body from one end to the other. It gushed into her pussy, her hot, wet hole, so excited from Te Fiti’s loving gaze, opening eagerly and sending shockwaves of pleasure through the helpless girl as her cunt was pounded with all the force of the tides.
Moana bubbled with bliss, the air in her body escaping wherever it could as the Ocean gleefully forced its way into every hole, every pore, every possible mote of space it could within the girl it had always yearned to fill.
As the trickle of bubbles flowing from Moana’s nose and ears, her ravenously gulping mouth, and her equally greedy holes came to an end, the rich, warm brown irises of the chief of Motonui rolled back in her head, and consciousness left her body.
To be born again, Moana had needed to die, and now her drowned body was no longer caging it, her spirit was free to be with the Ocean she had longed for.
A ripple rolled across the entire sea, from between the legs of Te Fiti to the shores of every continent and island on the globe. From pole to pole, the foaming waves and rolling tides shimmered just a little, and seemed to splash happily against the rocks and beaches of the world.
Moana was home.
Moana was whole.
BELOVED!
A voiceless cry of delight echoed through the depths, as the newborn mind of a god turned its attention from the vast new realms before it, to one island, one goddess, one beloved.
Still slowly sinking, Moana’s empty body glimmered as the Ocean swirled around it, and then began to twitch. The water that had poured into Moana’s holes, pounding and fucking her into oblivion, was suddenly joined by more and more and more. Thick, bubbling, salty sea filled and filled the curvy brown body drifting limply in the tide, and with every gallon that roared inside, the body began to swell.
At first it was only Moana’s stomach, her tight, taut belly growing soft, then plump, then full and round. Her thighs followed suit, thickening and growing as the mass of the water was added to their own, wobbling and jiggling as they grew.
Moana’s breasts, already plump and perky, ballooned as the ocean made its way inside them, growing larger than hear head in moments and not slowing down, as her nipples opened like hungry mouths and drank and drank the salty nectar inflating them.
Smooth brown skin stretched, thick black hair spread out in a weightless mane, and Moana’s mindless features twisted into a happy smile as she was filled and filled and filled.
Te Fiti watched with eager excitement as the waters around her naked body rushed to fill the vacuum between her legs, the entire Ocean being drawn to a singular point just below the surface, until at last…
Whoooooosh!
BELOVED!
Moana, goddess of the ocean, bride of Te Fiti, erupted from the waves between her lover’s legs, a colossal feminine form bathed in a living tidal wave. Hands strong enough to crack any ship and shatter any cliff caught Te Fiti by her verdant waist, and swept her backwards with an apocalyptic splash.
Te Fiti laughed with delight as Moana climbed her, equal in size and passion now, her fat wet tits pushing slickly against her own massive breasts, her thick brown lips crashing against the elder goddess’ mouth like a thunderclap.
BELOVED
The green goddess rumbled, spreading her mighty thighs, pulling the younger deity tight against her. Her vast calves rose, pouring enough seawater to drown a nation off their mossy skin as they broke the ocean surface and locked around Moana’s waist.
TE FITI
Water poured from Moana’s lips as she finally withdrew from Te Fiti’s mouth, glittering clouds of magical pollen billowing out from her mate’s lungs, getting caught in the downpour, and turning the foaming sea to sparkling gold.
MOANA
A tongue as wide as a peninsula and as sweet as fresh fruit rolled from Te Fiti’s mouth and tangled wetly with the sopping blue wave of muscle that stretched to meet it from Moana’s. The goddesses tasted one another and moaned happily, coral and seaweeds and bioluminescent plankton sprouting into existence with every caress of their kiss.
TOGETHER AFTER SO LONG
Moana’s titanic hand reached down, sliding over Te Fiti’s verdant stomach like a wave licking the shore, until her thick brown fingers brushed through the trunks and vines of her mate’s living bush. The wetness of sap and nectar and juice mixed stickily into the thick, cool seawater, as Moana groaned and let herself slide into Te Fiti’s welcoming cavern.
CHILDREN
Te Fiti cried out, her green heart shining like a star, casting a rainbow across the sky as it refracted through Moana’s oceanic body and caught the spray kicked up by their passionate, thrusting embrace.
Moana’s teeth like freshly-exposed icebergs chewed on a thick green lip, and her mouth twisted into a grin.
A fleeting memory of her old life passed through her watery mind, of a Demigod who, at the time seeming impressive, told her the tale of how he had pulled the islands of the world from the depths of the sea.
Her sea.
And what else could the children of land and ocean be other than…
ISLANDS
She laughed, imaging all the years she, and all of her mortal ancestors, had lived upon the skin of one of her very own children without knowing. Every rock, every blade of grass, every grain of sand, all made of her, and the goddess moaning and rolling her hips against her.
Moana’s eyes flashed with divine lust and she crashed against Te Fiti again, knocking the elder goddess down into her cool, wet embrace with an almighty thunder of water.
ARCHIPELAGOES
She roared, as images of islands, each more beautiful and lush and fertile than the last stretched out across her deep blue skin swam into her mind. She pictured spiralling tattoos of continents and cays, lonely rocks and sprawling paradises, patterned over her voluptuous godly body like the ink of her mortal people. More specks of land in her waters than there were stars in the sky, and each one built by her and pulled from Te Fiti’s greedy, sucking cunt.
THOUSANDS
Te Fiti agreed, rising up from beneath her oceans like a breaching whale, forcing Moana to ride her as she climbed higher than a mountain, grasped the back of Moana’s head, and forced her to kiss her deeper.
Moana’s hand almost seemed to melt into Te Fiti’s insatiable womanhood, two fingers, then three, then four, and finally just a mass of rushing water that gushed from the young goddess’ wrist, exploring every nook and cranny of her bride’s pussy and filling them all with saltwater love.
MORE
She forced herself back, wrestling with her beloved, breaking against her like a wave against a rock and swirling adoringly around her body.
IMPREGNATE ME
Te Fiti sang out with bliss, her head tilted up to the sun as her mate’s liquid form licked and stroked over her like a living robe. Moana’s tides caressed her heaving breasts, her swelling stomach, her mighty arms and her supple neck.
YES!
Moana poured into Te Fiti’s gasping mouth like nectar, gushed into her womb like a flood, and with one last tidal-wave inducing crash, Te Fiti fell down onto the sea floor, her thighs spread and her heart outshining the sun.
-o-o-o-
Centuries later, a small boat carrying only one girl sailed quietly across the crystal blue sea of the sacred bay. The girl’s name was Kiwa of Motonui, the guardian of that most holy island, and the only person of her tribe permitted to voyage to meet the divine.
It was her twentieth birthday and her twentieth odyssey to witness the goddesses, but her first travelled alone. Before, her mother had always joined her, and her grandmother, just as their mothers and grandmothers had done for them all the generations since the divine mothers had been reunited.
The melancholy of the day sat heavily in her heart, but as she heard a colossal, thundering crash of water, she couldn’t help but smile.
On either side of her humble canoe the thighs of Te Fiti stretched out as far as the eye could see, forming the sacred bay she sailed into. One of those thighs had shifted, sinking a half-mile into the ocean’s embrace, and Kiwa tightened her grip on her rudder as the massive wave rolled beneath her canoe.
Kiwa kept control, well used to riding the tidal waves of the goddess’ passion as they came roaring across the world. She swiped some wet hair behind her shoulder and adjusted her heading, eyes staring directly in front of her, to where rose the immense mountains that were the rest of the goddess’ body.
A belly bigger and rounder than the moon erupted from the lapping waves and brushed the sky itself, the luscious plants misted with cool droplets as the clouds washed over its peak. Two relatively smaller mountainous orbs lay beyond, rolling softly over the goddess’ chest, gushing a never-ending flow of rushing ivory nectar from their titanic nipples.
Kiwa watched as the foaming white of godly milk tangled with the frothing, greedy sea it cascaded into, and diluted into the entire world, filling it with mystical life-giving energy.
It was thanks to that milk that the entire world knew nothing but prosperity. Crops grew with almost unbridled bounty, animals thrived, and the people of the goddess’ islands themselves grew strong and beautiful and fertile themselves, nourished by their patron’s magical nectar.
Kiwa blushed as a low earthy rumble filled the air. The moan of a goddess.
The ocean quaked and rose, and in a roaring rush Te Fiti’s mate ascended into view.
Moana’s soft brown skin rippled and gleamed with endless ribbons of reflected light, cascading rivers and waterfalls draining down her voluptuous frame in an infinite pour. Kiwa could see through her ever so slightly, as if even her flesh was just coloured liquid, and watched as a pod of whales that had been scooped up with her body made a hasty dive down through her leg back into the ocean proper.
Kiwa knelt and prostrated herself before her goddesses, until a gentle spray of water over her back bid her straighten up.
She was there to witness, after all, and couldn’t very well do that staring at the wooden hull of her canoe.
Moana smiled down at Kiwa, before swirling back down to embrace her mate, dissolving into waves and foam and roaming tendrils of seawater that caressed every inch of Te Fiti’s fertile body.
The green goddess released another moan, and with a roar of shifting water, lifted her hips above the surface of the sea.
It wasn’t the first time Kiwa had seen the gigantic pregnant cunt of her goddess, constantly sopping with divine arousal and Moana’s loving waters, but it wasn’t a sight anybody could get used to.
Te Fiti crooned as the ocean swirled up and around her plump, puffy pussy, and teased her lush petals wide.
Kiwa sang the song her mother and grandmother had taught her, her voice tiny and shrill compared to the mantle-deep groans and sighs of the deities before her, and watched as a huge, dark shape emerged from Te Fiti’s cunt.
A rock the size of a dozen Motonuis rolled from Te Fiti’s lips and vanished below the churning foaming waves with one final gasp of delight from its mother.
For a moment nothing happened.
The waves became calm.
The Ocean lovingly stroked the green pussy that had just birthed its latest child.
And then the island rose back up to the surface, sending tonnes of water beyond counting rocketing into the sky, an omnipresent rainbow beaming in the mist.
As the watery volcano subsided, plants were already beginning to sprout on the island’s surface, and by the time the rain had stopped it was a paradise.
Kiwa towelled herself off and smiled, watching as the island began to crawl silently away from its mothers. She took up her oar, riding the immense bow wave, before coming to land on its shore as it journeyed out to open waters.
When at last this new island found its place and rooted itself, she would name it and chart it and return to her tribe to tell them the good news, but until then she would find a quiet spot, and watch as Moana and Te Fiti disappeared into the distance, already hard at work making their next child.