Tales of the Village Msagro part I

There is a harvest moon, dripping down over a tiny village nestled in a rocky valley. Stalks of corn stand uncomplainingly, laying thin shadows in the moonlight.
There is a sheer cliff wall at one end of the village with portraits of four deities carved shallowly into its sandstone side. below these massive watchers sit three young adults, cross legged under their respective patrons.
Runs-With-Guppies is fidgeting with her long dark curls under Efilasdeen, goddess of the crop. Beside her is Dances-With-Dildos. She sits peacefully in contrast with her sister, ice blue eyes open and calm. Above her towers the goddess Ofmyn for fertility. Under the God Maximus Clamberus, Bends-For-Bottoms is leaning against the cliff itself, for reasons undisclosed he is unwilling to sit at the moment.
The all seem focussed intently on an empty boulder with a flattened table-like top. None of them look behind it where a hut stands, little thuds vibrating its walls. They seem to be waiting for something.
Soon the moonlight cuts two figures emerging from the hut. It is Lezy-Long-Tongue, and her lover Fire-Crotch. Fire-Crotch makes a line for the others, sitting between Bends-For-Bottoms and Dances-With-Dildos under the goddess Sobsel as Long-Tongue clambers up onto the rock. Because of Long-Tongue's accessively drifting attentions she can only concentrate enough to relate a tale in the quiet strength of after glow and so stories are rare. The gathered villagers know this and savor the expirience.
Long-Tongue stands, swaying, upon the boulder and begins to speak...
"So, my family. You wish to hear a story. Tonight I have brought with me, the epic of our beginnings. Would you like to hear of the great ones?" She gestures to the wall grandly under the moon as the villagers nodd eagerly...

To be continued...