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A Symbolic Sacrifice

Ch. 1

“Oh my. What’s this?”

You pause in momentary confusion, bare feet padding along the smooth marbled floor of the shrine. Today was a holy day, a sacred day—the sacred rite of Aphrodesia. The altars of the temple had been anointed with doves blood, and rather than the typical sacrifices of the hecatomb, fires and incense had been lit and the sacrificial receptacles filled with flowers. As the towns ‘ritual Adonis’, selected this year by secret lots, part of your duty of ceremony was to enter the inner sanctum at the end of the day as ‘sacrifice’, offering yourself before Aphrodite’s altar symbolically before closing up the temple for the night. The temple had been emptied hours ago, outside was the laughter and the cheers and the screaming of celebration, you were the last one inside. No one else should be here.

Yet before you, there she was. The most gloriously beautiful woman you had ever laid eyes upon. Skin the color of sun-kissed bronze, warm and soft and inviting, draped over a curved form that could only be described as ‘eroticism’. She was sprawled languidly on a bed of flowers before the altar to the goddess, sky-clad but for the curtain of passion-magenta hair rolling down her body like streams of water, and the golden bangles and other jewelry adorning her form that were somehow outshone by the mere hue of her skin. Unnatural bright pink eyes regarded you with amusement, full luscious lips curling into a beguilingly coquettish smile. Looking into those eyes, you feel heat washing over you, your skin prickling with invisible needles, your mouth becoming parched and your body responding with a sudden and powerful shift of arousal.

“Hello, poppet. Are you for me?”

The only response you can manage is a dry wheeze, equal parts awe and terror, as your mind comprehends the absolute magnitude of what you just stepped in.

“I think you are.” She smiles at you, and inexplicably you feel overjoyed. She slowly rises from her bed of flowers, and her sheer fluidity and grace is impossible to describe. Muscle rippling beneath taut skin like some great feline beast, but her form soft and unctuous like the most indolent example of pristine noble womanhood. Her trinkets clink musically and her breasts sway, their perfection drawing your gaze with inexorable certainty. They’re big, bigger than any woman’s you’ve ever seen, yet somehow not outsized. Mouthwateringly perfect in every way, round and soft, capped with dusky nipples a bit darker than her skins caramel hue. The way they move as she moves, heavy and pendulous, but with the same assured grace of her hips was as if they and every other part of her body were under her absolute control.

“Distracted?” The goddess asks you, mirth in her voice. You’re shocked to realize she’s right in front of you now, standing close enough you can practically feel the warmth radiating from her skin. “That’s fine. It’s a normal reaction. I like it when handsome men look at me. Adore me. Want for me. Do you want for me, poppet?”

You open your mouth to speak, but no words come. Her smile broadens and it makes you want to fall at her feet. In fact, that’s what you do—capitulating to your knees onto the stone floor with a heavy thud, staring up at her wild and wide eyed. She looks down her nose at you and cants her head, reaching out with a perfect graceful hand to stroke your cheek. You can’t help yourself but to moan, tilting your face into her touch like a dog at the palm of their master, the erection throbbing beneath your flimsy robes the closest thing you have to a wagging tail.

“Lots of prayers this year. Lots of prayers for you in particular. You’ve caught quite a few eyes, young and old. A hah, I really shouldn’t, it’s so naughty isn’t it? But I just can’t help myself. I like to sample and keep the choicest bits for myself,” she murmurs to you in a conspiratorial whisper. Her fingers glide down your cheek onto your chin, cupping it gently and tilting your head up so you can’t help but stare into her pink eyes. They shine and glow, engulfing your world, the heat they fill you with pushing down into your very soul. She lifts a single elegant foot and nudges your erection through your robe and you almost cum on the spot, humping at her toes through your thin garments with sudden urgent bucks of your hips. Almost—something holds you, stops you from spraying your lust all over your ceremonial garb and the floor. She looks down at you with placid amusement, and presses her heel into your cock, grinding it at the base so you press flat against the bottom of your foot. You shudder and bite your lip, body screaming at you to thrust, but something makes you hold still.

The goddess laughs at you softly. “I’ll take my sacrifice this year, I think. The mortal girls will just have to make due. Come along, poppet, come with me now. Lots for you to learn and do.” She turns and walks away, her hips swaying with a hypnotic eroticism that immediately snaps your gaze to them, tunneling in your vision on her bare ass. She doesn’t even bother to look back at you—what could you do? Falling onto your hands and knees, you crawl after her.

Time passes as you crawl, but you are unaware. You can only see her swaying hips and bottom, their swerve punctuated with a ‘thump’ you can almost hear, matching the pounding of your heart in your ears. It plays a song of sex and primal lust, making you throb and hypnotizing you with need.

“Look at me, Poppet,” you hear her command. Look at her? How could you not look at her? You’ve been staring at her wide hips and perfect ass, it’s undulations commanding your very world, making your dick strain so hard you can practically feel it’s tip dragging along the floor as you scramble on your hands and knees after her like a dog. She-

Oh. She’s sitting down, staring at you. You blink in confusion, shaking the hazy fugue from your head, realizing your surroundings have changed. Aphrodite smirks and bobs her head upwards at you.

She sits reclining at the edge of a pool—wait, what? There’s no pool or bath in the temple—her perfect toned legs kicking slowly though lapping azure waters. Reclining back on her arms, she invites you to stare. At her perfectly toned legs and thick thighs trailing up to wide grippable hips, her narrow waist both flat and smooth but wrapped in velvety softness, and the flare of her breasts hanging heavily from her chest with the most delicious weight. You groan softly, only able to see the amused curve of her lips on the upper periphery of your vision, your eyes sealed to her body in worshipful indulgence.

“Come to me, dear,” she beckons gently, crooking a finger at you. Without a moments thought you scramble forward, approaching her heedlessly. You predictably tumble into the water of the pool and are briefly engulfed in it’s refreshing coolness, until you surface sputtering and wiping water from your eyes. Then you look upon her and are capture again, wading toward her determined, your gauzy ceremonial robes falling away from you forgotten in the pool. Passing through the waters leaves you feeling strangely refreshed and vitalized, lighter as though all the cares of the world have washed away from you along with it’s filth. You approach the goddess and look up at her, past her thighs and flat belly and perfect round breasts, to gaze on the beautiful splendor of her face. She looks down on you, her glowing pink eyes capturing yours and boring into your soul with hypnotic potency.

“Good pet, good,” she praises you and your heart leaps. Aphrodite reaches out to cradle your face in her perfect hands, making you shiver. Despite the chill of the water your body still feels flush with heat, your erection throbbing beneath the surface, feeling so hot you’re amazed it doesn’t cause the pool to boil and steam.

The goddess looks at you and croons softly. “Step one, wash you away nice and clean, letting that old life fall away. Very good, not all of them obey this well you know. You’re special.” Is it true? You have no idea, and it doesn’t matter. Her praise makes your eyes flutter, the titanic burden of her divine presence pressing down on you lik an irrefutable pressure. Poor Sisyphus himself could not endure this weight—no, not even Atlas. Then she smiles and your world brightens, her glowing eyes engulfing you in their soft pink hues.

“Step two, a sip of ambrosia to elevate you. You’ll like this part.” She strokes her cheek fondly, gazing down at you with a sly smile. Her thighs part, exposing a smooth and bare vagina, it’s soft lips puffy and a pinkish hue that almost matches her eyes. The goddess lays a hand above it and your eyes are immediately drawn there, gazing at the most luscious of furrows, watching with rapt attention as she parts the lips with two fingers and gently brushes the nubbin of her clitoris. “Mnh. I think you know what to do now, don’t you? Time to drink, Poppet.”

With no further instructions necessary, you sink forward, burying your head between her thighs. You feel their unctuous softness brush against your cheeks, pressing on your ears, smothering out all sounds but your own heartbeat and the soft encouragements of Aphrodite somehow ringing inside your head.

You fasten your mouth onto her with a hungry ‘auwm’, latching onto her pussy enthusiastically and suckling on the other lips while probing at it with your tongue. It tastes—well, divine, how else? Above you Aphrodite sighs and circles her clitoris with a fingertip, watching you with rapt attention as you start to devour her. Instinctively, your hands come up to grip at her thighs, clutching at them and digging your fingers into the softness of their flesh to feel the powerful muscle underneath.

Even with your ears smothered, you can still hear her in your mind, breathy sighs and moans egging you on. Lapping, sucking, kissing and even gently biting—you eat her desperately, driven on by her taste and the symphony of noises she makes to express her approval. You have prayed to gods all of your life, but never before have you felt so religious as now, lapping at Aphrodite’s cunt like a thirsty animal.

Above you, she rests a hand atop your head, nails digging into your scalp as she rocks and grinds against your face. Tilting her head back and moaning, she rewards you with more affirmations and praise, her dirty words filling your skull like the ringing of church bells. “Good—good boy. Haa... you’re certainly the hungriest—mnh—in a while. Most of them aren’t this suh-hubmissive~” Aphrodite gasps, voice fluttering on the end. “Ohh I knew I made the right choice taking you. Just riding your face would be good enough~.” Her voice is low and smokey, rich with indulgence and sex, the huskiness tickling a primal bit at the back of your brain. “But we’ll see—we’ll see soon how ELSE you can serve me,” the goddess purrs in satisfaction. “Haah... Mmmh~ Here it comes, pet, enjoy your reward~”

With that she stops talking and begins to grind against your face more aggressively, her thighs tightening around your head. Your entire world has become her taste on your lips and her smothering womanly musk. Faster and faster she rocks, her sighs turning to moans, that pussy juicing more heavily around your dancing tongue as she uses you to get off. Finally, with an exultant cry, her body tightens and she cums all over your face drenching you with her dew. You don’t need to be ordered—you instinctively drink from her like a fountain, lapping up her divine waters as if it actually was ambrosia. Aphrodite purrs and coos, stroking your hair and undulating her hips against your mouth. Finally, when you start to think you might pass out from lack of oxygen, the grip of her thighs slackens and she gently nudges you free of her cunt with a hand on your head. With a throaty laugh, she pushes you back down into the pool, dunking your head into the water for a quick rinse.

You rise up sputtering and pink in the face, gasping for air after spending so much time worshiping at the divine altar. Aphrodite looks down at you with a wild grin, dragging her pink tongue along her soft lips to moisten them. “Excellent,” she purred with satisfaction, “Just one more step and you’re mine forever. Are you ready poppet?”

She pushes off of the edge of the pool and slides down into the water with you. You watch it wash and cascade over her perfect body with an affirmative groan, earning a coy smirk from the goddess as she leans against you, her soft breasts pressing into your chest. Without thinking your hands go to her waist and pull her in against you, basking in the radiant heat that washes off of her divine form, irrespective of the cold water.

Aphrodite reaches down with a sly hand and takes hold of your erection, already hard and full, and stokes it even further with a silken caress. The sensation of her touch makes you exhale sharply and buck against her hand, earning a laugh from her as she takes hold of your chin and fastens your gaze once more to her hypnotic pink eyes. “Time to break you in~” she whispers breathily, caressing your aching length and making you groan with need.

Smoothly pumping your bobbing erection in her hand, the goddess leans her chest into yours and traces her tongue over the lobe of your ear, making you shudder as much from the tactile dissonance of so many different things happening at once as the sparks of pleasure that even the slightest touch from her seems to send screaming through your body. The water, once chill, does nothing to reduce the raging heat in your body. Your loins throb hotter and harder than you can ever remember—if you didn’t know better, you might even think it was growing larger, the flesh molding beneath Aphrodite’s coy guiding hand like a smith shaping molten metal.

But if your heat was a blaze, hers was a volcano, a disaster that set wildfires and destroyed the world around it only to drape everything in ashen fertility. She bit down lightly on your earlobe, grinding her slit against your thigh while moaning like a wanton whore. Aroused beyond reason, your hands start to explore her body of their own accord, sliding wetly from her back to her wide grippable hips before exploring the meat of her thighs. You would have grabbed onto and groped her chest, chancing the immediate destruction that surely awaited all mortals with the temerity to grab at perfection, but they were pressed so amazingly into your own chest as she shifted and writhed against you that you could only groan in frustration and focus your tactile worship to the rest of her form.

Finally, Aphrodite drew back from your ear and shifted her head, her mouth meeting yours. Sparks exploded behind your closed eyes as her perfect soft lips pressed smoothly against yours, causing you to moan into the kiss and clutch at her more desperately with digging fingers. Her tongue slips past your lips and slides into a tussle with yours, lashing and coiling around yours like a serpent, leaving you half breathless from the intensity. Even then, she’s only playing with you—she could dominate you completely at any time at a whim, but you feel her longing for this, the sensation of a lovers hands on her body and the hungry growl of desire in their throat. Aphrodite was a goddess of peace and love—but also madness and the irrational insanity of passion, and the bestial savagery that overtook a body stoked to perfect lust.

You feel yourself walking forward—she’s stepping backwards, guiding you with her hand on your erection, literally leading you by the cock as if it was a leash. Her wonderful clever fingers squeeze around you and dexterously caress your length, pumping up and down faster and faster making you groan and attempt to hump at her retreating form fruitlessly. You want to cum so badly but find yourself unable, pulsing impotently against her hand. The goddess laughs at your anguish, backing up until she’s pressed against the stone side of the pool, drawing you in between her thighs with the guiding pull of her hand and the curl of one of her thighs up over your hip.

You lean into her, burying your face into her neck, breathing in her scent greedily while panting and growling like a beast on a leash. You find yourself kissing her throat, biting and licking, listening to the gasps and coos she makes as she endures your increasingly animalistic lust. Her thumb circles and grinds the crown of your dick, teasing the sensitive flesh before guiding it to meet the molten softness of her pussy. Aphrodite shifts her hips, maddeningly dragging her cunt up and down your shaft, giving you only a small taste of her Elysian bliss. You swear you can feel the lips kiss and suckled at you, pulling at you, demanding you sink into her silken furrow.

“When you enter me, your human life will be over,” the goddess murmurs into your ear, writhing her hips to dance maddeningly on the knob of your cock with all the nymph-like grace of a goddess. “Taking a divine lover changes a human. I’ve already changed you a bit by letting you taste me—just enough that you’ll survive. Probably.”

“But once you sink in, sex with a mortal won’t feel like anything at all. Last chance to ‘pull out’,” Aphrodite whispered, a cruel smirk curving her luscious lips. You knew, as well as she did, that you could no more refuse this than will yourself to stop breathing. If you even tried, your loins would probably tear themselves from your body to try and fuck her of their own accord, the rest of you be damned. It was a pointless ogres choice.

With a desperate groan, you push against the barrier of her hand still staving your cock off from her, begging pathetically into her delicate neck to be allowed to submit to her. Aphrodite laughs in delighted madness, and angles your cock properly before letting her hand fall away so you can cross the threshold yourself. With a snarl, you plunge forward, ending your life as you knew it.

Immediately, indescribable bliss washes over you. Aphrodite surrounds you, silken smooth and achingly soft, but gripping at you with impossible strength and control. Again, the urge to cum roars within you and again you cannot, throbbing with desperate pleasurable anguish inside of her folds. She lets out the filthiest of moans into your ear and grips your shoulders, nails digging into your back as she flexes the thigh hooked over your hip to pull you further into her. One of your hands comes up to grip the bottom of that thigh, and the other grips at the curve of her hip with such tightness that it would leave bruises were she a mortal woman, and you begin to thrust.

Your head is filled with the madness of lust and need. The only sounds you can hear are the roaring of your heart in your ears and the delighted moans and cries of Aphrodite as she allows you to fuck her, savagely pounding away at her hips with body shaking strokes. The only thing you can feel below your waist is the sweet symphony of her loins swallowing yours, her pussy playing with your girth like Orpheus on a lyre. She was so perfectly delicate and soft, seizing you not just with her inhuman strength and flexibility, but taking you with a coquettish skill that drove you to thrust harder and try to bury yourself further at every tender flutter around your length. But it’s like sinking into quicksand, and the more you struggle the deeper you sink, until you can think of nothing but her.

Meanwhile, above the waist her nails rake your upper back, her breathless laughter and moans filling your ears. Divine breasts bounce and slide against your chest, the hardened dusky nipples dragging against your skin like pebbles. “Go-ood boy~!” the Aphrodite praises you, filling your soul with a pink fluffy haze.

“A hah, I love it when they reach this part,” the goddess giggles cruelly, writhing her hips in a circular motion with each stroke, strangling your helplessly spasming cock with mind melting pleasure. “When you realize you can’t finish—that you can’t cum anymore until I let you~” Aphrodite laughs, before letting out a soft ‘ooh’ and going cross-eyed. “More there, harder,” she orders and you obey, shifting the angle of your hips and thrusts to bring her more pleasure. The goddess makes a pleased noise in her throat.

“I could keep you like this forever,” she boasts breathlessly, a smile on her perfect lips, hypnotic eyes bathing your stupefied face in pink light. “Just endlessly rutting and hard like mad Priapus, unable to get it down. Mnnnh, but if I did that I wouldn’t be able to see your adorable face when I gobble up your orgasm’s, when I make your heart stop and your brain seize and give you the ‘little death’ you want so badly.”

“Ahn! I am—" she pants, looking down at you with triumphant delight, “the most perfect, divine, wonderful thing you have ever touched seen or heard.” It wasn’t a question, and you could only moan and babble your agreement as her pussy squelched and almost seems to suck at you, making your jaw sag and your brain fog even further.

Grabbing her with both hands by the hips you shift position, lifting her up slightly to thrust upwards into her, letting her legs wrap around your back as you heave her up and down on your dick letting gravity take some of the work. Face flush and eyes blazing with insane delight, the goddess of love rides you, using your body like the most lifelike of dildos. Cradling the back of your head with a hand, she uses the new difference in height to draw your face into the valley of her breasts, smothering you with their heft and the divine perfume of her sweat. Moaning, you kiss them and lick them, worshiping them as if they were each goddesses themselves.

“It will be troublesome—” Aphrodite chuckles as she began bouncing up and down on you faster and faster, making the water of the pool slosh and thrash around the both of you, “Especially for that wonderful now divinely blessed dick of yours, when I grow tired of you. Nnh! D-don’t worry precious, it always happens eventually, but I will love you so wonderfully and sweetly and possessively until then, drowning you in bliss every day...” She leans in to lick your ear, lowering her voice conspiratorially, “If you’re good, once I’m done with you I’ll throw you to some Nymphs to be taken care of and pampered. It won’t be as good as me, ah aha, but you’ll at least be able to feel satisfied~”

Your mind raptly absorbs her every word as if it was droplets of wisdom from the heavens themselves, though your conscious thoughts are admittedly elsewhere—if anywhere at all. Your legs are burning, gone numb. Meanwhile your manhood sings, as sensitive and needy and unfulfilled as when you began, chasing that peak desperately hoping each time she would finally let you climax with her. How many times has she cummed? Your mind tells you that you can’t have been at it for more than 20 minutes, but your body (outside of the traitor locked inside of Aphrodite’s cunt) feels like you’ve been at it for hours. The flushed, sweating, almost drunken look on the goddesses face seems to collaborate this. It’s just so hard not to lose time staring into those pink eyes. Those beautiful eyes flash and you whimper in pleasurable desperation, suddenly once more obsessed and overwhelmed with how beautiful she is.

Aphrodite takes your face in her hands and smiles with lazy, satisfied indulgence. Puckering her lips, she kisses you chastely on the forehead, and softly whispers a command. “Cum.” At the same time, her womanhood clamps down on you turning into a suckling vice. You feel your jaw slacken as your body immediately and frenetically obeys, your manhood erupting inside the love goddess like a geyser. Your balls are pulling up and clenching against your body so tightly they hurt, and the pulses come far faster and thicker and longer than they normally would. Eye’s rolling up into your skull, you can only babble in worshipful incoherence as it feels like every denied orgasm hits you at once.

Your legs buckle and you sag, but you desperately continue holding up your goddess even as you fall to your knees. The water comes up over your nose and with her weight atop of you you can’t breath, but neither can you will yourself to let her go. Blackness creeps in at the edge of your vision, and you pass out. The last thing you hear are Aphrodite’s moans of pleasure and her delighted laughter as you continue to spurt inside of her even as the light fades from your eyes.

Faintly, you feel someone pulling you up out of the water, oxygen tickling your nostrils as you instinctively gasp. Then, there’s only blackness.