The door to the temple shut, and the man was left alone in the darkness. He was a peasant, an unmarried laborer who would not be missed by members of the community. His employer who recommended him to become the sacrifice, did not even recall his first name, only his surname—Stoneborn, a dreadfully common last name that just became another sign of the man’s unremarkable existence. He stood up on shaky legs. The priests who brought him here had him drugged. He wore a simple tunic made of pure white, and his body was still raw from scrubbing. This was the cleanest he had been for years.
He walked around in the darkness. His sandaled feet echoed across the wide temple walls. The floor was made of marble and was smooth and cool, “H-Hello?” he called out, his voice reverberated around the walls of the temple. It was only instinct to call out. There were no sounds at all, and the man almost believed that he would probably starve here instead of be a sacrifice to a god-like being he never saw.
Ren Stoneborn arrived at the city of Yarra three years prior. He had traveled from town to town and looked for work after he grew too old to stay with his family. There were too many mouths to feed, and as the fourth son from a modest family, he had to leave. Even if he were to get a shred of the meager inheritance, there would be three others in line before him. Instead of trying to cling onto a bleak future, he struck out on his own to make a name for himself. Or at least, so he thought. Ren did his best to be a hard worker, to show up on time and work to the best of his ability—but he was not as clever as some of the other men who advanced. He could not read, and had no specialized skills. He was turned down from every apprenticeship he tried to get due to his age. Ren was not old, but he was too old to be a worthwhile student.
The first echoes he heard of the Oni that protected Yarra was during the annual festival in her name—the Iona Festival. Iona was a demoness who had made Yarra her home, and gave the community prosperity in fertile lands, advancements in childbirth techniques and relative peace. Usually, Iona was satiated by annual sacrifices of the finest cattle and other domesticated animals. She communed with her priests regularly and often gave blessings to the most devout. Her favor was what drove the economy of Yarra, so when she asked for a male sacrifice, it sent the whole community into turmoil.
Afterall, no one knew what Iona did with the animals after they were gone. They never returned. But…it would be strange for an Oni to eat only once a year, right? Not even the priests knew, but what they determined was that the sacrifice should be an unmarried man with no family—which narrowed down the options to the tight knit community until Ren was found.
He was told it was an honor to be able to commune with Iona. If it was such an honor, he was not sure why none of the unmarried priests seemed to be as enthusiastic about taking his place.
Ren’s hand reached out and touched a cool pillar. He could hear no sounds, and had no sense of where he was. All he did was move ahead. If his fate was death, then he was not going to simply sit around and wait for it to happen. He walked for a long time. He had no way of keeping track of it without the sun. For all he knew, he had been walking around in circles.
With a groan, he felt a pillar and sat down, feeling defeated.
“Giving up so soon?” a voice penetrated his ear. It was like…if the moon had a voice.
“Who’s there?” he jumped up.
A giggle.
“You are in *my* temple, who else would it be?” she asked.
Ren did not say anything. This had to be some sort of trick of the priests. Could a being like Iona truly exist? He looked around and stopped his frantic search when he realized he was at the mercy of whoever was “Do you usually play with your food before you eat it?” He jabbed at the formless darkness.
“Oh, a cheeky one too. How fun,” that ethereal voice seemed to be right in his ear. He felt a warmth around him, like he was being wrapped in an invisible embrace, “I don’t eat humans,” she responded.
It puzzled the man, “Why am I here?”
With a snap, a flash of lanternlight glowed all around him. He was standing in the center of the temple and turned around. It was a foot. An enormous one that could easily crush him, attached to shapely legs that were draped in an elegant fabric that fit snugly against her body. She was a giantess, sitting confidently on the marble throne designed for her.
“G-Goddess!” he bowed down instantly, humbled by being in the presence of someone like her. To be able to witness her divine form with his own eyes was something that he did not believe a faithless peasant deserved. She was gorgeous, long raven hair that seemed to have starlight itself infused into it. Her eyes were a bright, clear grey and her skin a pale blue. She had large curved horns the cover of obsidian. She smiled at his reverence of her.
“An unbeliever,” she noted, “To think they would have sent me someone more devout.”
Ren stayed bowed on the ground, his body shivered in front of such might.
“Stand. Look at me,” she commanded.
Ren’s legs felt like they would collapse any moment. To be in the presence of a goddess was the last place he believed he would be. He gazed up at her, taking in her beauty. Her ears were pointed and covered in precious jewels, the largest sapphires he had ever seen.
She leaned down, her massive form towered over him as her falling hair made a *whoosh* of air nearly knock him over. He tried to obey and keep himself standing. The goddess sniffed the air, and he almost fell forward, “You smell virile,” she noted, “Perfect.”
“V-Virile?” Ren’s voice shook, although he tried his best to be confident.
“Yes,” she smiled, her teeth each like perfect pearls, “You are able to get me pregnant,” she said with confidence.
Ren had to repeat to himself what the goddess had seat. “Wait. Me?”
“You are the sacrifice that the people of Yarra selected. It must be you.”
With a large hand, she scooped him into her palm, and wrapped her fingers around his body to lift him up to her face. He felt oddly clam in the face of someone who could crush him so easily. His large green eyes looked up at hers. He never believed in any of the gods, but now, he was instantly reborn.
“You will give me the children I want. It’s been centuries,” she outstretched her palm and Ren’s body fell. She steadied her hand and he stood up. Her skin was so smooth and soft, “Undress,” she commanded.
Ren quickly obeyed and uncinched the robe the priests gave him. He wore nothing underneath. The fabrics dropped in the palm of the hand of the giantess and he stood naked although a bit shy. He could not help but try to cover himself, before quickly putting his arms back at his sides, unsure of where his hands were supposed to go.
“You will do just fine,” she grinned, her mouth into a giant smile. She slinked her tongue out towards his body, and licked up his legs. Her muscled tongue was strong and she had complete control of it as she flicked it about his legs. Ren was quickly covered in his saliva as his cock, barely a twig to the woman, springs to life. The man never felt anything quite like it before. He leaned against her fingers as her tongue pressed against him, massaging his cock with her tongue. It surrounded his shaft in its warmth. The goddess grinned at his reaction; his hands gripped against her finger.
He groaned, uncontrollably. He knew he was at her mercy, and that all he could do was *take* it.
Ren groaned and moaned at the delicious sensation; his whole body covered in her large, hot muscled tongue. Surely this must be wrong to enjoy this so much. Surely this has to all be some sort of elaborate rouse, only to lull him into a sense of security before shoving him down her throat. He would not stand a chance, and yet—
“Ahh! Goddess!” he cried out, and felt his body release. He went limp against her, but her large hands supported him.
She pulled her tongue away from his body, her saliva dripped down his lower half and he looked at the goddess with such a helpless expression. Never had he felt anything quite like that before. Her enchanting clear pools for eyes kept focused on him, “I’ll teach you everything you need to know,” she grinned.
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