She shivered. You could chalk it up to the dampness in this dimly lit room but she knew it was more due to what was to come. She had dreaded this day with all her heart as soon as she had become old enough to hear it from the other villagers, the rite of passage. The rite of passage every woman has to undergo at temple on top of the mountain at the age of 18 had been done for as long as anyone could remember. Unlike other villages, this god was very real. Year after year women of age would make the long trek up the mountain to the temple and this year it was her turn.
Nestled in a valley at the top of the mountain the temple was well kept and drew in quite the number of tourists from spring through fall. When winter fell however and the temple was empty save the numerous monks living there, that’s when the ritual took place. She had made her way up the winding steps alone clad only in the pure white shrine priestess robe each sacrifice was forced to wear. The thin silk did nothing to block the bone chilling winds of the climb and did little against the dampness here.
The room she was sat it was huge, far larger than any room she had ever been in. As she briefly wondered on the origins of this room she heard an someone open the door behind her. She turned and saw an old monk walk in with a torch slowly making his way around the hall lighting the other torches in the room. As the flickering light illuminated the room she could better make out the features in the room. On either side were almost stadium like seats, benches with each level elevated so whoever sat there could get a good view of the room. The room she thought was rectangular was actually circular with a huge domed ceiling that was so high it couldn’t be illuminated even with the abundance of torches. Everything in the room focused towards the raised dais in the center of the room.
Her mouth dry from fear she could barely form words as the old monk ushered her onto the platform gently. He nodded as he saw her worried gaze, her wordless pleas.
“You’ll be ok my dear” He consoled her. “You know everyone leaves this place just fine” He patted her back gently. He stepped back and looked up at her with a gentle smile. She felt a little better, perhaps this wouldn’t be so terrible. Her musings were interrupted as the door opened again and more monks walked in. They ignored her and slowly filed into the seats. Even with 50 monks, the entire population of the temple, there were still at least quadruple that many seats still empty. The murmurs and conversations that had gone on between them slowly died down as all attention was given to her. Suddenly she was hyper aware of herself sitting on this dais illuminated in the torchlight. The lead monk walked out and without saying a word nodded to her and rang a bell. The clear crisp ringing echoed through the chamber. The silence slowly fell again as the echoes died out. She realized now that everyones gaze had moved away from her and were looking up at the dark ceiling. She to looked up and realized what all the monks already knew. That there was a hole in the ceiling.
A rasping noise filled the room, the sound of something coming closer, pulling itself closer came from the hole. The god was coming. Even though no one could see it yet they could tell it had arrived and the monks began praying. Like her their skin had been covered in goosebumps, every inch of their body telling them to run away, but they stayed. The god slowly came into view and she realized there was no body to speak of. A long cylindrical object had descended from the hole, as it got closer she gasped as it began to unwind. Not one long object but ten of them, intertwined like the strands in a rope. Each tentacle began moving about with a life of it’s own, darting back and forth, exploring. They kept descending until they were low enough that she could have a better view of them. Each one was thick, almost as thick as her forearm and they ended differently. Four of them ended like octopus tentagles in a blunt end. Two ended in Y-shapes each end of the Y able to move independently. Two others ended in holes. The last two were what caught her attention, two distinctly phallic ones. One more slender already dripping some sort of liquid, the other the same thickness as the rest of the tentacle but with huge curved glans shaped end that she knew instinctively was the god’s cock.
Without warning the 4 octopus tentacles lunged forward wrapping themselves around her arms legs, curling from wrist and ankle upwward to her elbows and knees. They then pushed down to hold her spread eagle on the dais. The slender cock shaped one slowly slid along her thigh, upward under her loose outfit before poking out between her breasts. It was warmer than she expected, warm and throbbing. It poked her cheek, her neck, and her chin before finding her mouth. It lay momentarily against her lips, nudging them open and thrust deep down her throat. Her scream was cut short as the tentacle swelled in her throat cutting off any sound. It filled her mouth and throat entirely and she could feel it begin pouring liquid down her throat. Slowly it pulled out and sat patiently in front of her, barely grazing her lips. The liquid sat hot in her belly and she could feel the warmth spread out through her body, her nipples grew hard, her mouth watered, and most importantly of all her pussy began to moisten. Some sort of aphrodisaic she reasoned but her thought was interrupted by the two Y shaped tentacles now moving up her thighs flapping back and forth in a licking motion. They were coated in a similar liquid and left a trail along each thigh that burned. She itched to be touched wherever this liquid had been. To be rubbed, to be fucked. They worked their way up to her pussy and positioned themselves on either side of her clit before beginning to lick.
Moans escaped her lips as she bucked and squirmed. She wanted more, needed more. She began to suck on the cock in front of her hoping to milk it of more of that liquid. As she suckled on it it began thrusting into her mouth slowly. She was getting close from the licking she moaned again as she came. Her legs shaking as her ragged panting was the only sound in the room. As if to reward her the cock in front of her mouth spurted the liquid onto her. She eagerly licked up what she could, licking the last drops from it. The two sucker tentacles finally descended slid under her dress through the open neck line. They found her erect nipples and latched on. She moaned again as she felt them sucking on them, she could feel them pulling on her nipples, pulling them to the point of pain and releasing. She could even feel the hard teeth biting into her with each suck, scraping along her breasts as it released.
From the corner of her eye she could see the last tentacle slowly, almost lazily make its way between her legs. She was thoroughly soaked at this point and as it pressed against her the head she thought would never fit began pushing into her. She gasped as the head pushed further into her, stretching her out to the limit. Her grunts and pleas finally rewarded as the head pushed fully inside and her pussy wrapped around the shaft. She had never felt more filled, more fulfilled. She could see the bulge it was causing in her stomach as it continued pushing up. Finally it stopped and just rested there. For a moment there was no sound and no movement. And then the other tentacles went back to work as she was impaled on this thick rod. It began thrusting into her and the flood of sensations from her throat, her breasts, her clit, and pussy was overwhelming. Tears and drool dripped down the sides of her face as she came again and again. Ecastasy flooded her in ways she had never imagined. In this moment to her there was only cumming, only pleasure. Any moment she was not orgasming was time wasted. It went on for hours. She could see the blur of monks through her tears all watching her, all listening to her moan and cum. She came harder knowing they were watching. Finally she could feel the tentalces speeding up, the god was getting close. She wanted to please the god. She begged for it. Begged for his cum. Soon the god obliged, filling her pussy to the brim, to the point of it leaking out around it’s cock. The one in her mouth pulled out to splatter her face and chest in the hot sticky cum. As then tentacles around her arms and legs unwrapped and all of them began receding her vision faded out. The monks clapped and the bell rang once again. Another successful ritual.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/k15k74/the_rite_of_passage_non_contentacles
Incredibly well written. Well done, my friend.