In the ancient town of Bethlehem, under the watchful gaze of the crescent moon, a warm breeze carried the scent of the nearby olive groves. The town was abuzz with anticipation for the upcoming census. The streets teemed with travelers, and the inns were filled to capacity. The only place that offered respite, a quiet refuge, was the humble stable behind the town's small chapel.

Mary, a young maiden of 18 summers, her radiant beauty unmatched, was heavily pregnant. Joseph, her betrothed, a carpenter, was a good man, and his eyes glimmered with pride and love when they rested upon Mary. The couple's arrival in Bethlehem had been met with the same disappointment as the other travelers. The inns were full, and there was no room for them.

Desperate and in need of shelter, Joseph approached the chapel's priest, an old man named Eli. Eli, a man who had devoted his life to the service of the Lord, sympathized with the couple. He led them to the back of the chapel where a stable housed a few animals.

"This will have to do for now," he said, his voice heavy with regret. "I trust the Lord's hand will guide us all."

Mary and Joseph gratefully accepted the offer. They laid the straw down for comfort, and as the couple settled in for the night, the warmth of the animals provided a small measure of comfort.

The night was dark and still, punctuated only by the occasional lowing of the cows. Joseph, a man of honor, drew the curtains of his virtue aside and gazed upon Mary's sleeping form. Her swollen belly rose and fell with each breath. A lustful thought crept into his mind, as he recalled the night they first made love, and he knew he would never feel such passion again.

As Joseph's eyes roamed over Mary's body, his manhood stiffened, pulsating within his loincloth. The thought of her ripe, untouched cunt, stretched and swollen with the life of their child, filled him with desire. He couldn't deny his carnal urges any longer.

Gently, he shook Mary awake, his voice low and sultry. "My love, let us make love once more, for this child shall be our final union."

Mary, aroused by the heat in Joseph's gaze, blushed and nodded, her nipples hardening against the thin fabric of her dress. Joseph helped her rise, and she stood before him, a vision of purity and sinful temptation.

With trembling hands, he unlaced her dress, and it fell to the ground, revealing her round, milky breasts. Joseph bent, and his lips closed around her stiff nipple. She moaned and arched her back, offering her body to him.

He moved down, parting her thighs, and his tongue dove into her moist, dripping cunt. Mary's fingers gripped the straw beneath her, as she cried out, "Oh, Joseph, yes, feast on my sweet nectar!" He eagerly lapped at her swollen clit, bringing her to the brink of climax.

Mary's body quivered and spasmed, her juices flowing onto Joseph's eager tongue. He stood, his manhood throbbing, eager to take her. Joseph positioned himself between her legs and slowly, deliciously, slid his thick, rigid cock into her slick, engorged pussy.

She gasped at the invasion, the sensation of being filled by her lover both pleasurable and painful. Joseph began to thrust, their bodies slapping together with a wet, meaty sound. He reached down, grasping her swollen belly, his fingers dancing over the soft flesh as he drove into her.

Mary's moans filled the stable as their lovemaking grew more fervent, her hips meeting his with a carnal urgency. The animals watched, their eyes heavy-lidded and curious, as the couple's lustful cries echoed through the night.

Their passion reached a fever pitch, and Joseph's seed spurted deep within Mary's womb, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. They collapsed, entwined, their bodies slick with sweat and the remnants of their love.

In the silence that followed, the stars above shimmered, and the night wind whispered secrets. Little did they know, this night would mark the beginning of a new era, as Mary's child, the Son of God, would soon enter the world. But for now, they lay in each other's arms, the heat of their desires finally sated.

In the humble stable, nestled amidst the shadows, a secret tryst was about to unfold. The crescent moon cast a seductive glow over the scene as the priest Eli, his robe draped over his aged, muscular frame, crept towards the sleeping Mary and Joseph.

His member, hard and yearning, strained against the confines of his garment, as his eyes devoured the sight of the sleeping maiden. Her heavy, pregnant belly rose and fell with her breath, and her lips parted slightly, inviting the night air.

Eli slipped into the sleeping chamber, his movements fluid and practiced. He gazed upon the couple, the forbidden fruit of his desires. Joseph, oblivious, lay beside Mary, his manhood soft, yet still imposing in its repose.

The priest's fingers danced over his own body, arousing himself further as he approached the sleeping Mary. With a single, decisive motion, he lifted the hem of her dress and exposed her glistening, wet slit.

The head of his cock nudged the entrance to her cunt, and without warning, he plunged deep within her. Mary's eyes flickered open, but she made no sound, the shock and pleasure etched on her face.

Eli began to thrust, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring the sensation of her velvety folds gripping his shaft. As he pounded into her, Joseph stirred, his sleepy eyes opening to witness the scene before him.

A mixture of lust and jealousy consumed him as he watched the priest defile his wife, the very woman who carried the seed of his loins. He rose, his cock hardening once more, aching to join the illicit coupling.

Joseph positioned himself behind Mary, his pulsing erection seeking entry into her inviting ass. She tensed at the invasion, the sensation of being filled from both ends a new and overwhelming experience.

Eli's thrusts grew more urgent, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the stable. Mary's body shuddered beneath the dual assault, her moans a symphony of debauchery.

The priest's release came first, his seed spilling into Mary's womb. Joseph followed, his hot cum painting the inside of her tight, rosebud. As the climax subsided, the trio lay entwined, the sweat of their lust-filled coupling coating their skin. Eli, his lust satiated for the moment, leaned forward and brushed a tender kiss across Mary's lips, a contrast to the carnal acts that had just transpired.

Joseph, his eyes full of both jealousy and admiration, watched the scene unfold. He knew that in this moment, he had lost his claim on the woman he loved. The priest, his rival, had tasted her sweet nectar, and there was no going back.

The night wore on, the stars above witnessing the consummation of a secret union. In the hallowed ground of the stable, a new kind of paternity had been sealed, an erotic twist to the divine birth that awaited.

As morning broke, the first cries of a newborn echoed through the town. The birth of Jesus Christ had begun, and with it, a legacy of lust and desire that would echo through the ages. In the shadows of the stable, the seed of a carnal trinity had taken root, intertwined.

Six months had passed since that fateful night in the Bethlehem stable. The town was bustling with activity once more, as the memory of the census had faded into history. Mary and Joseph, now parents to Jesus, lived a quiet life in their home.

However, a secret lingered between the three participants of that clandestine night. The seed planted in Mary's womb had begun to grow, the evidence of which now became painfully apparent. Her belly, once again swollen and round, betrayed the truth of her condition.

One night, as Joseph lay asleep, Eli paid a visit to Mary, eager to explore the forbidden fruit of her body once more. Mary, aroused by the memory of their previous encounters, eagerly welcomed him.

Eli, now a master in the art of seduction, undressed Mary with deft hands, his own manhood throbbing with anticipation. He leaned in to kiss her, the heat between them palpable.

"Mary, my love," Eli whispered, his voice thick with desire. "I've missed you these past months. Your body, so ripe and full, calls to me."

Mary, flushed with desire, wrapped her arms around Eli's neck. "I've dreamt of you every night, Father," she breathed, her voice husky with wanton need. "I long for your touch, for you to fill me with your seed again."

Eli, his lust unbridled, pushed her onto the bed. "You're a wicked temptress, Mary," he growled, his fingers tracing the curve of her swollen belly. "You've seduced not one, but two men, and you carry their children within you."

Mary's breath hitched. "I'm yours, Father. Take what you want."

Eli didn't hesitate. He parted her thighs and dove in, his tongue flicking at her clit, eliciting a moan from Mary. "You taste as sweet as I remember," he murmured, his voice muffled by her wetness.

Mary's fingers threaded through his hair, urging him on. "Yes, Father, eat me, make me yours."

As Eli brought her to the brink of climax, he stood, his cock glistening with pre-cum. He thrust into her, the sensation of being filled by him again making Mary cry out in ecstasy.

Their coupling was fevered and urgent, their bodies slamming together. Eli's hands caressed her swollen belly, the proof of their secret union.

Mary's orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clenching around Eli's cock, and he followed soon after, his seed filling her once more.

As they lay panting, Eli pulled Mary close, kissing her tenderly. "Soon, our child will join the world, a testament to the forbidden desires we've shared."

In the dark, the two conspirators whispered sweet promises, their secret gangbang a twisted tribute to the divine birth that had come before. In the shadows, the unholy seed they'd sown began to bear fruit.

A month had passed, and Mary's body was indeed transforming. Her breasts had swollen, resembling the voluptuous figure of Hitomi Tanaka, her nipples hard and erect. The flow of milk from her breasts had increased, a testament to her fertility.

Eli, his own desire for Mary growing, suggested a new fantasy. "Imagine, Mary," he whispered, his hand cupping one of her breasts, "if we were to turn your fertility into an art. If we were to make a spectacle of your body, to have men line up to taste your milk and feel your cunt."

Mary's eyes widened with shock, but her body betrayed her arousal, her nipples growing even harder at the thought. "You'd have me as a... a cow-like whore?"

Eli smiled, his eyes dark with lust. "Yes, my love, a living, breathing erotic tableau, a testament to the carnal desires that course through our veins."

The idea ignited a fire within Mary, and she found herself eager to embrace her new role. Eli procured the necessary tools, from milking machines to restraints. The stable, once again, became the setting for their twisted fantasies.

The first man to arrive was a burly farmer, his eyes raking over Mary's body with undisguised hunger. Eli bound Mary's hands and feet, positioning her on the straw-covered floor.

"Bend over, my sweet cow," Eli ordered, his voice heavy with lust. Mary complied, her round ass presented to the farmer.

The farmer approached, his member throbbing, as Eli attached the milking machine to Mary's breast. A stream of her sweet milk began to flow, the sound of the pump echoing in the stable.

The farmer stepped behind Mary, his hand gripping her hip, and thrust into her slick, waiting cunt. Mary cried out, a mixture of pleasure and surprise.

The farmer's thrusts were rough, his grunts of pleasure filling the air. The sight of Mary's milk flowing as he fucked her only fueled his desire.

Eli watched with satisfaction, his own cock stiffening at the sight. "Oh, yes, fuck her deep, make her milk flow like a river," he encouraged.

The farmer grunted, his seed spurting into Mary's cunt as her milk continued to pour. He withdrew, his breath ragged, as the next man in line stepped forward.

The second man was a young trader, his eyes bright with curiosity and lust. Eli unhooked the milking machine from Mary's breast, replacing it with the other. The trader knelt before her, his mouth replacing the machine.

"Suckle, my sweet, just as a babe would," Eli instructed. The trader complied, taking Mary's nipple into his mouth and suckling deeply. Mary gasped at the sensation, the combination of the trader's lips on her breast and the lingering ache from the farmer's thrusts driving her wild.

Eli watched with a predatory glint in his eyes. "You see, my dear, your body is a temple of pleasure for all who seek it."

Mary, her body an instrument of desire, indulged in the debauchery, her seductive words coaxing each man to their climax.

"Oh, yes, fuck me harder," she moaned, her voice thick with lust. "Taste my sweet nectar, drink from my well of sin."

The men, driven mad by her provocations, took turns with her body, each one adding to the cacophony of moans and grunts that filled the stable.

As the night wore on, Eli stood beside her, his own cock aching for release. "You're a wicked, wicked woman, Mary," he groaned, his hand gripping his shaft. "And I, for one, am glad to be a part of your sinful symphony."

The last man to indulge in Mary's body was a traveler, his eyes wide with disbelief at the debauchery unfolding before him. He approached her, his member pulsing with need, as Eli released her from her restraints.

Mary, her body slick with sweat, looked up at the traveler with a wicked grin. "Take me, my dear," she beckoned. "Make me yours, and let your seed add to the sinful chorus."

The traveler did as she asked, his thrusts powerful, his moans of ecstasy mingling with Mary's cries of pleasure. The stable echoed with the sounds of their carnal union, the night filled with the scent of sweat, sex, and the flow of Mary's sweet milk.

As the last man reached his climax, spent and sated, the night drew to a close. Eli, his breath ragged, leaned in to kiss Mary. "Our secret grows, my love," he whispered, his hand tracing the curve of her swollen belly. "Our child, the fruit of our wicked garden, will be a testament to the forbidden desires that consume us."

In the aftermath of their twisted revelry, the pair lay entwined, their bodies sticky with sweat and the remnants of their debauchery. The stars above cast down their silent judgment, the night a silent witness to their sordid affair.