Vessel of the Demon God

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dara
couldn't help but flinch as the knife touched her skin of her arm. The cold
steel paused for a moment, then gently scraped at her skin, shaving her soft,
sparse hair away. The priestess wielding the knife gave her a disapproving
look, scowling at her, and bent back to her task.

They finished shaving under her
arms, and then the senior priestess knelt before her. Idara blushed furiously
as the woman inspected her sex. The woman prodded Idara to open her legs, then
pressed the blade against her skin again and began to carefully, almost
reverently, shave the curly dark hair from Idara's mound.

"To be sure you are pure, we
must remove all the hair on your body." She said, as though Idara might
have forgotten.

A thought occurred to Idara.
"Do you have to shave my head?" She blurted out, and immediately felt
ridiculous. It was a stupid concern, considering she would be dead in a few
hours.

The priestess scowled again and
shook her head. "No." She said. "Keep still."

Thankfully, after Idara had been
shaved, a young acolyte took over. She brought in two small bowls, and knelt
before Idara. The girl began to smooth fragrant oil over Idara's bare legs,
rubbing her strong hands up over her thighs and massaging the oil into her
buttocks.

"You are so blessed to be
chosen for this honor," the acolyte sighed rapturously.

Idara closed her eyes, ignoring
the girl as she continued to babble.

Of course, it was true. She had
lay awake all night telling herself that very thing. She was the sacrifice that
would bring peace to the land; the chosen one of her generation. When their
demon-god Ashak-ves struck down their oppressive enemies, the people would
remember her as the sacrifice that made him hear their cries.

She wanted to end her peoples'
suffering. She wanted to fulfill her destiny. Still, she was afraid, and
ashamed of herself for it. She fervently wished this part was over. She had
spent so long steeling herself for this moment, and the seemingly endless
preparations were making it torturous.

Nonetheless, she stood with her
arms obediently outstretched as the acolyte anointed her entire body. The girl
smoothed her hands expertly over Idara's back, then moved to the front and
rubbed oil into her chest.

She massaged her full round
breasts, paying special attention the the nipples – oiling and teasing them
with her fingertips until Idara felt them harden under her touch. Then she used
the other bowl, touching her fingers gently to Idara's nether lips and
anointing them with a honey-scented oil.

After every inch of Idara's body
was done, the girl directed her to climb the dais and stand before the altar.
Her job complete, the acolyte picked up her bowls and left.

Idara shivered. The temple was
open to the night air, the roof over the altar open so that the sun would shine
through it when the dawn came. The cool breeze brushed over her naked skin. She
closed her eyes again and inhaled deeply, willing herself to relax.

In a matter of minutes, robed
priestesses of all ranks and ages began to arrive. They talked excitedly and
gathered in groups. Some came before Idara, to look at her and hold their hands
before her, offering prayers and encouragement. None could touch her, lest they
make her impure.

Idara was trembling. She could
see the moon peeking through the open stone of the ceiling. It was almost time.

The High Priestess – an ancient
woman Idara had seen only once or twice in her life – approached the dais. She
faced the gathered women and they all fell silent, waiting.

The
Priestess spread her bony arms skyward, her reedy voice cutting through the
silence as she prayed aloud.

Idara barely listened to the words. She stood still, feeling the gaze
of myriad eyes on her naked body, and the crushing sense of her own impending
doom. She would be left here alone until morning, when the god would appear
with the first rays of the sun, and take her blood as his tribute.

"Ashak-ves, accept this blood sacrifice, and help us, your
people." The priestess ended.

The gathered women repeated the words.

The priestess waved a hand and two acolytes stepped forward. They
locked heavy manacles to each of Idara's wrists, chaining each to a corner of
the altar behind her. The girl tried to stay stoic, not wishing to cry in front
of them and shame herself.

They all turned to leave. No one could watch the sacrifice. Ashak-ves
would not appear to people save those on the brink of death.

Hours passed. Idara stood before the altar, eventually growing tired
and swaying on her feet, but refusing to sit down. She had some room to move
her arms, but of course she could not flee.

She tried to pray. Idara had no family, so she prayed for herself and
her people. That the god would accept her sacrifice and would find her worthy.
She prayed that he would deliver them, that with his help they would win their
war and be free. Mostly, she prayed that he would make it quick.

After a time, she lifted her head in a haze of exhaustion. She noticed
the dim light and the pink rays of sun shining through the windows. Her heart
began to pound, hammering in her chest, and she caught her breath. She stared
ahead at the huge stone effigy of the monstrous jaguar-face of Ashak-ves,
carved into the stone on the opposite temple wall.

As if on cue, there was an ear-splitting crash. Idara cringed,
squeezing her eyes shut as a searing light flared. A moment later, when the
light had faded to a glow, she peeked through her half-cracked eyelids.

Standing before the giant stone god's face, was a massive black cat – a
jaguar. She realized that the glowing light was emanating from the beast
itself. On its dark fur were the faint indications of darker spots. It was far
bigger than a regular panther, and stared at her with intelligence in its eyes.
Idara gasped, her lips falling open in astonishment.

The jaguar stared at her for a moment, then turned its body toward her
and roared, showing long white teeth. It began to casually walk toward her, its
head down and its mouth open, as though it were stalking her.

Idara had never seen such a magnificent beast. As she stared, tears
came to her eyes, and any shred of doubt she had that their god existed was
wiped away. The cat began to change shape, shifting before her eyes. It
lengthened and stood tall, the light flashing off its body.

By the time it reached her, the apparition was man-shaped. The glow
faded and Ashak-ves stood before her - before his altar - in all his glory.

His skin was dark, with the shadows of spotted markings on his lower
legs and arms. His fingers and toes were tipped with long claws. He had long,
wild black hair which fell over his shoulders, with stray strands in front of
his face. And his eyes were yellow with slitted cats' pupils.

He was naked, of course. Idara had never seen a man completely naked
before, and couldn't help staring. Though of course, he was more than a man.

His body was perfectly formed - all lithe and lean, with strong arms
and thighs. He stood about two heads taller than a regular man, and radiated
power. She couldn't help but notice his huge member, rising out of a patch of
black hair, fully erect.

She drank in the sight, eyes wide in astonishment.

"Idara," Ashak-ves growled, baring his sharp teeth. His voice
was powerful and resonant... and dangerous. She was suddenly afraid again.

"My Lord!" She breathed, trembling, staring into the
demon-god's eyes.

He reached out a hand, and she couldn't help flinching as he raised it
to her chin. He ignored her reaction, and with one upturned claw, gently tilted
her head. He looked at her carefully, taking in her face - her large dark eyes
and quivering lips.

The girl spread her arms, her chained wrists pulling at their
restraints. She closed her eyes, and waited for those claws to strike – to rend
her flesh and spill her blood. Her sacrifice would soon be done.

The
man who was Ashak-ves made a low, rumbling sound, and Idara opened her eyes to
stare at him. He wore a feral grin, his sharp teeth shining. It sounded like he
was laughing. She furrowed her brows, confused.

"You
think I want your blood, little one?" The god purred. His sharp claw
stroked the underside of her chin, making her tremble.

Idara
was alarmed. "Am I not worthy, my Lord? I am pure! I-"

He
laughed again, louder, cutting her off. "No, no, my beauty." He took
his hand away, letting her head relax. And he looked up and down her body.

She
could practically feel his eyes raking her flesh, devouring the sight of her.
Her breasts heaved, and the nipples hardened, as though responding directly to
his gaze.

"I
can see that you are pure. And what loveliness." He reached out a hand and
ran it up her side, from her hip to her shoulder, brushing the side of her
breast very lightly.

Idara
was confused, but before she could ask questions, Ashak-ves stepped toward her.
He took hold of her right wrist-chain, and she gasped as he snapped it in one
easy movement.

Then
he took her hand, and turned her so that she was facing away from him, toward
the altar's edge. He put her wrists together against the altar and held them
there, one chained and one free. Then he pressed his body up against her. His
skin was hot, and she could feel the energy thrumming through him.

The
god bent to speak close to her ear. "I don't need blood," he purred.
"I need a worthy vessel for my seed. And you... yes. You will do
nicely."

Idara
gasped as he rubbed himself against her back, his phallus hard against her ass.
Pressed up against her, it seemed monstrous and huge. With this distraction, it
took a moment for her to process what he was saying. "You mean you're
going to-"

"I'm
going to fill you with my divine essence."

The
god growled, and bit her ear, and Idara yelped at the sudden pain. Closing her
eyes, she shuddered as he moved a hand up and cupped a breast.

"You
will grow my child inside you." He informed her, curling his left arm
around her body to stroke the flat plane of her belly. "And he will grow
and be born, and deliver your people."

He
breathed hot breath on her neck, then opened his mouth, licking and sucking her
tender skin, his teeth grazing her. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple and
squeezed her breast hard enough to make her wince.

Idara
shook in terror and shock. She thought of the stories from the days when the
god had walked among men. He had been beautiful and fearful – tearing his
enemies apart with bare claws and devouring their flesh. Long after he had gone
away to his godly realm, the people still made regular blood sacrifices in
times of need, in order to bring him back.

She
had been expecting to die here – to have her blood spilled, and for this to be
all over. Instead, this
creature
was going to have his way with her,
touch and take her the way no man had been permitted.

And
she would carry his offspring. She would live with a reminder of this day,
carrying it inside her until she gave birth... to what? And would she even
survive such an ordeal?

It was
too much.

"Please..."
she whimpered, the words breaking free despite her best efforts to stay silent.
"Please, no."

To her
surprise, Ashak-ves laughed again. "Oh, little one." He said,
nuzzling against her neck, and teasing her nipple. His left hand dipped lower,
stroking her mound, creeping between her legs. "This is
happening
."

She
tried to squeeze her legs together as his finger invaded her, his hand cupping
her sex as he began to slowly rub her clit. Idara arched her body as unexpected
pleasure radiated from his touch. She groaned, horrified and fascinated.

"Do
not worry." The god told her, turning his attention to the other side of
her neck and biting her there as well. "You will be honored for all time
as the mother of a god."

A tear
dripped from her eye, rolling down Idara's face. She could barely comprehend
what was happening. She felt so helpless. It was as though his touch and his
power hypnotised her, and pleasure took over despite everything.

His
right hand gripped her hip and squeezed her ass, claws digging into her flesh
almost – but not quite - hard enough to draw blood. Then he traced her curves,
caressing her breast, her hip and her thigh as his left continued to roughly
manipulate her clit.

Idara's
breathing became faster as he moved in a more rapid rhythm, and she felt
herself getting wet between the legs. She had never felt such intense pleasure
– certainly not alone at night when she touched herself in secret.

She
could do nothing but grasp the edge of the stone altar as her god ruthlessly
pleasured her. His hot breath in her ear, his erect manhood pressing against
her back and his low sounds of pleasure evoked a shameful thrill deep within
her.

She
suddenly knew she was close, and some instinct took over.

"No!"
She cried, and tried to pull away, flailing with her free arm. She succeeded in
writhing enough that his fingers were off her for a moment, before he growled
and angrily grabbed her, bringing her under his control once again.

Ashak-ves
easily captured her wrist with one arm, pulling it behind her back, and pushed
her roughly face down on the altar. The stone was cold against her cheek, her
breasts squashed painfully beneath her, and she bit her lip to stop herself
from crying out.

He
bent low over her body, and she felt more exposed than ever as his phallus
pressed right up against her entrance. She could feel him sliding along her
wetness, and thought for sure that he would take her right then.

"So
innocent." He murmured, in an amused tone. "You don't even know what
pleasure is. Here. Let me show you."