The Cult of the Lust God (closed for Pound4Pound)

[Ico]

"Hmm..."
"What is it, ma'am?"
"I'm not quite sure yet..."

In the shade of the jungle canopy, two people crouched amidst the ruins of a large wooden building, overgrown and decomposed by decades of neglect. One was a young man, almost a teenager, dressed in a loose t-shirt, its red colour almost completely obscured by encrusted mud and dirt, some baggy jean shorts and sandals. With his hands on his knees, leaning forward, he peeked over the other's shoulder.

"It seems to be a stone idol of some sort... this building might have been a temple, or the chieftain's hut..."

The woman worked to clear the dirt and mud away from the artifact she had uncovered. Her slender hands dug around the stone statue, scooping out dirt with a small garden shovel, and her fingers cleared the remaining mud away with more delicacy. She wiped the sweat off her brow, only to stain her elegant features with dirt, and stood up, stretching her arms and arching her back. She had an elegant figure, and even covered in mud she had an air of nobility. What had once been a white shirt, now a lot more brown in colour, covered her slender arms and sizeable chest, tucked into a pair of khakis pants at her thin waist. She turned to the tan young man beside her.

"Help me pull this thing out of the ground, dear?"
"Yes ma'am."

With some effort, they managed to drag the heavy stone idol out of the dirt. It was oddly large - whereas most idols of primitive cultures were usually no more than a couple feet high, this thing was big enough that its head was at the same height as the woman's chest. If it wasn't missing its legs from the knees down, it might've been as tall as a grown man.

"Well. I think we know what this is now."
"Ma'am?"
"It must be a fertility idol of some description." She said dejectedly while looking at the statue's... distinctive masculinity. Extensive, even. "It is odd that it's so big, and fertility divinities are most often portrayed as women... but other than that, this is not much of a find." She sighed, utterly disappointed. She removed the old school explorer's cap from her head and undid the bun that held her hair. Her blonde locks fell down her back and she ran her hands through it, unbothered by the dirt.

"Alright folks, let's call it a day!" She shouted to the dozen other men and women digging around ruined huts and carrying tools and materials. "Gabriel, Lucas, help me lug this sodding thing back to the camp, please."

With the help of two other men, older and bulkier than the boy who helped her before, she managed to carry the statue back to her encampment by the riverside. They placed the thing in her tent, a large and expensive affair, along with all the other artifacts they'd uncovered so far. After a quick dinner by the campfire, everyone retired to their tents.

Once inside, she wasted no time slipping out of her dirty, smelly clothes. She thanked the gods for modern technology and money. If these were the times of her grandfather, she'd have nothing more than a bowl of water, boiled beforehand to get rid of all the diseases and parasites. She, on the other hand, could just turn on a faucet in a corner of her tent and some water would be pulled from the river, filtered, heated and pumped to her shower.

The hot water washed the dirt away as it fell over her body. Her pale skin glimmered, the light reflecting off her skin like beautiful lines of starlight hugging her curves. God, that feels so good. she thought while she ran her hands through her hair, trying to clean it at least a little. Slowly, she ran them over her body, her arms, her legs, her breasts...

She stopped herself when they touched her thighs. Shaking her head, she put on a night gown and slipped into her bed. It wasn't very comfortable - just a thin mattress on a steel frame - but it wasn't exactly spartan. Her grandfather had to sleep on the floor more often than not.

She looked back at the old cap lying among her dirty clothes on top of her trunk. What would you think of me now, grandpa?... she thought, frowning. As a child, her elderly grandfather had told her stories of his explorations. She'd been fascinated by them, and when she found out there was still so much they didn't know, hidden in jungles and rainforests, she'd made it her life mission to follow his footsteps. But her first expedition was failing to find anything noteworthy. She loved being an anthropologist, and her work was relatively respected, but she felt it would all be meaningless if she couldn't have an adventure like the old man. She looked back toward the idol and scoffed. It was like it was laughing at her.

Well, Elizabeth, what did you expect, digging up ruins? 'Oh, let's start small, I'm sure it won't be a complete sodding waste of time!' Stupid girl... she thought before burying her head in the pillow and drifting off to sleep.

 

[Pound4Pound]

For the first time in ages, there was life. I could feel it, radiating through the earth, stirring me in my shattered tomb. Elation filled my being, coursing through my ethereal form. Generations have come and gone since the last I've felt such energy. First a single breath, then two, then four. Floodgates opened and then there was light flooding my alter place. It was both intense and disappointing. There was nothing by way of offering. No flesh. No drink. Nothing, yet there was movement.

Patience had not always been my strong suit. That was my sister's domain, but like the rest of my siblings, she was long gone. Only I served what my acolytes called the cleansing. In truth it was an annihilation. The old world was in ruins, but my acolytes assured me that I would rise again. Who knew that it would be an eternity?

I watched from above as the young golden haired woman cleanse the earth from my vessel. Her delicate fingers sweeping across my stone form sent a rush through my being. Her pale skin and golden hair were nothing like the people who followed me in the old world but she would do well in awakening me to this plane. Without knowing it, she'd already set the wheels in motion, ordering men to do her bidding. A high priestess in the making, and she would be mine. But first she would need to know I existed in order to bring me to flesh with an offering of her own flesh.

As my stone form traveled, I followed, dispersed in the wind until my likeness was settled in an abode of cloth. Her quarters and I was delighted by the familiar feelings. Revelry around a campfire. Sounds of quiet lovemaking in the distance. It all served to ground me again to this plane, but still it wasn't enough. There was a time when my kind walked amongst the followers and that time would come again. If only for me it would come again.

As Elizabeth settled into bed, a gust of sultry air blew into her tent. It swirled above her bed, blowing back the threadbare sheets and exposing her long pale legs beneath her nightgown. Her lips parted ever so slightly, each heavily drawn breath pulling the humid air lower and lower until it blanketed her length. Her breath quickened, pulling it ever closer. Sweat began to form on her creamy skin. A moan escaped her lips. Then a gasp, and like that everything returned to normal.

She woke up suddenly in her tent. Chest heaving with her erratic breaths. Eyes scanning frantically around the space. Something was different. What, she couldn't tell but she could feel it deep in her bones that something was not quite right.

In the blink of an eye, she was standing. Bare feet in the cool earth. The fire blazed before her eyes. Confusion set in, wondering how it was that she made it outside. And why there were no other tents around the fire.

Except for one. She took a step forward and was instantly before the entrance. The flaps pulled wide, allowing her an unobstructed view of it's occupants. The big men that carried the statue. Nude from the waist down. Their uncut cocks horse like and glowing in the fire light.

Another blink and she was inside the tent. Naked. Her long blonde hair shimmered in the firelight. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the statue as the men stood.

Another blink and she was suspended in space. Her arms and legs bound, though there was no tension. If anything, the weightlessness brought a level of bliss to her confused mind.

Another blink and she was in a clearing, still bound, the simple campfire had grown to a bonfire. The flares licked at her bare flesh but the sensation was far from painful. She could see shadows, just beyond the flames but the more she tried to focus the larger the fire became until it surrounded her. Threatening to consume her.

Another blink and the statue was before her. Only it wasn't a statue, it was a man. His nose broad, lips full. His shoulders broad and powerful. His cock, as thick as her wrist and as long as her forearm.

Another blink and he stood behind her. His warm breath on the back of her neck. He whispered something in her ear. His voice deep and smooth but she couldn't make out the words. Then he was touching her. Groping her breasts. Fondling her ass. Caressing her pussy. All at once. A seemingly impossible feat until she looked down and saw the flames.

"Let go Elizabeth. Succumb to the flames within. Only then will you be sated. Let go...Succumb...Be sated...Let go...Succumb...Be sated..."

 

[Ico]

The fire burned bright all around her, whispers sung in her ears. They told stories with no words, painted pictures with colours she'd never seen. Then the man was touching her, and she felt as though she was being touched by passion itself. She looked down and saw the fire dancing on her skin to the tune of the whispers, a beautiful dance of impossible movements.

Then, he was speaking to her. Telling her to succumb and be sated. She knew the whispers would tell her how, that the flames would teach her how to dance. But she didn't understand the whispers. She didn't know how to dance like fire. She didn't understand their passion hat didn't require a form to exist.

"I... can't."

Her skin was cold. Her eyes saw only blackness. She floated in the river, and she could see the light of that beautiful fire far in the distance, and hear the screams of her team speaking the wordless language of the whispers. And then she heard a voice like stone cracking and grinding on stone

"You will learn."

Elizabeth woke with a gasp. Her face was on the dirt, her body sprawled out, sideways, on the mattress. She sat up, heaving. Her body was burning hot, and covered in sweat. The bed sheets were crumpled on the ground. She looked down, intending to remove her nightgown, trying to cool off. Why was it in rags, teared and ripped apart?

She looked around, brushing the golden locks from her face. Had something happened? Her gaze passed by the statue they'd recovered the day before, but remained there for no longer than a second. It was just her imagination that the statue looked cleaner. Less eroded. It was just because she was seeing it under a different light than when she'd found it. Sunrise.

She shook her head. She'd probably had a nightmare. She wondered what it was about... it was faded in her mind already. She remembered a fire... but it didn't feel like a normal fire in her memory. Strange.

She stood up, stretching as the pale light of morning shone through the plastic windows of her tent. Her milky skin seemed to almost shimmer at the sun's touch. She stepped over to the shower and quickly rinsed off the sweat and dispelled the heat under her skin with cold water. Suddenly, a thought filled her with fright. Was this a fever? Had she caught something? In a sudden panic, she searched every inch of her body for a mosquito bite. Nothing she could see, but it could be on her back...

She got dressed as quickly as she could - her grandfather's hat, a dark blue t-shirt that hugged her form and some not-too-tight jeans - and headed out of her tent, absentmindedly tapping her hand on the statue's head on the way out. She shielded her eyes from the rising sun while headed for the tent next to hers.

She slid inside as quietly as she could. It would still be an hour or so until the usual time that everyone started to wake up, and she didn't want to startle her doctor. She spotted her, an indian woman, laying on her bed, the sheets covering her chocolate skin, jet black hair framing a beautiful face. She suddenly felt a mild surge of heat in her belly at the site of her sleeping friend and colleague, and just stood there in silence, admiring the beautiful woman.

She shook her head once more. What the hell is going on in there today?... she thought, rubbing her hands on her face to bring her focus back to the present situation. She'd never paid particular attention to Dr. Bhatia's looks, admirable as they are. She'd never been interested in women, and being quite attractive herself, she'd never paid attention to them in a more envious way. But she'd never been one to tear her nightgown apart in her sleep, either. This morning was turning out to be... odd. And potentially life-threatening! Get on with it, Liz!

She quietly walked up to the bed and kneeled next to the doctor.
"Ankita... wake up, please..." She whispered, next to her.
"Hrm ngn..."
"Ankita!..." She called again, to no avail. She placed a hand on her bare shoulder, and shook her head once again when she felt herself blushing ever so slightly. "Doc, wake up!" She murmured, gently shaking her friend's shoulder.
"Hrng... Whadisid?..."
"I- I think I might've caught something."
At that, the doctor started to actually come out of dreamland.
"You-? Did something bite you?" she asked, rubbing her eyes and sitting up on her bed.
"Maybe, I don't know. I couldn't find any mosquito bites or anything, but I woke up sweating and my skin was burning." she headed to the part of the tent that served as the infirmary to sit on a stool.

"This would just be rich. what a way to end my career! 'Elizabeth Harrington, successful anthropologist and prospecting explorer, dies of malaria after her first expedi-" Her speech crawled to a stop when she sat down and turned back to the doctor, her mouth hanging slightly open at the sight of the indian woman standing naked on the far side of the room, briskly putting on her black underwear and a loose t-shirt and trousers. She turned back to her patient, and Elizabeth blinked and closed her mouth when she started asking questions.

After a quick examination that had the anthropologist's cheeks holding a steady shade of pink, the doctor couldn't find any evidence that she'd contracted any disease.
"Argh, next time you wake me up an hour early, it better be because you've been attacked with anthrax, Lizzie." she grumbled out while walking out of the tent. "And by the way, you get malaria in Africa, not the Amazon."
"I know that! Uh, sorry, dear... It must've just been a nightmare." she laughed nervously. Now she was going to have Grumpy Ankita all morning. Not that different from normal Ankita, but this one didn't smile playfully after complaining. She liked those smiles. "Strange that I don't remember it at all, though. If it was so bad that I ripped my dress apart..."
"Oh, I think I know what kind of dream it was. And it sounds like a really good one."

After that, most of the day went by uneventfully. More uninteresting artifacts were recovered, more conjectures made about the tribe that used to live here. Not much of any interest happened at all - although she did feel another of those sudden rushes of heat when one of her men strained his muscles to lift some wood from a ruined hut. This was odd, since she hadn't ever been impressed by a man's physique like that. When night came, Elizabeth took another shower and slipped into bed. With her gown in pieces, she had to sleep wearing only her panties and her white shirt, but fortunately the jungle was hot enough that she wouldn't feel too cold.

She looked at the statue again. She could have sworn that- but no, it had to be her imagination. Statues don't just clean themselves all of a sudden. She'd probably washed it and didn't remember it.

And with that thought, she drifted back to sleep.

 

[Pound4Pound]

This time she woke to darkness. Naked, body submerged to her ears, but there was no panic. Even though her feet didn't touch bottom, she floated. The water viscous and smelling like the wild orchids that grew in abundance around camp. The temperature was perfect. Not too hot, no too cold, but still her nipples were hard as rocks. Her milky skin coated in goosebumps.

Then there was fire, encircling the pool as if moving in slow motion. And again it had a voice, humming and moaning as if in ecstasy. Sweat began beading on her nose as the statue again came into view. Then there was that voice again. Masculine and deep, smooth as silk even in the whisper that filled her head.

"There is no greater motivator than lust. Desire is what drives us forward. Succumb to pleasure and be one with me. Accept my embrace. Only then will you find true ascension."

The words were powerful on her ears but she was distracted by the appearance of a mass of jet black hair that emerged from the pool at her feet. Her heart raced as it continued to rise. The face obscure by wet hair, she was uncertain of what it was until a pair of perky chocolate breast came dripping out of the water. Then a flat stomach that lead to narrow hips which curved outward to meet thick thighs. Before she knew it, the woman stood on the surface of the water, peering down at her before turning to face the statue. She watched those swaying hips in awe until the mystery woman reached the edge of the pool and kneel down before the statue.

Ankita...and she called out to her but she could barely hear her own voice over the flames.

Then she blinked. The water was gone, replaced by plush grass beneath her body. Gone were the flames and darkness. Above her, her eyes beheld glorious sunshine that cut through the rainforest canopy. She tried to sit up, to survey her new surroundings and immediately regretted it. Vines and roots erupted from the earth beneath her binding her wrists and pulling her arms straight above her head. Her legs were bound as well. First at the ankle to pull bend her knees before the vines encased her thighs and lower leg together, effectively immobilizing her with her legs spread wide.

That's when she saw them. Ankita and the statue, only it wasn't a statue anymore. Though it held the same position and there was clearly flesh coating those chiseled muscles. And Ankita looked different, her hair slicked back and coated in ochre from head to toe.

There were drums in the distance, she could hear them. Feel the vibrations through the earth but she was mesmerized by Ankita. The woman seemed in a trance the way her body moved sensually around the statue until she was kneeling before it again. Then their eyes met, and she saw awareness in her gaze. A coy smirk spread across Ankita's full lips as she slowly lowered her hands to the earth, then her chest.
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"I pledge myself to you Qykutonga," Ankita said but she felt the words on her own lips. "Accept this offering of flesh mighty Qykutonga so that I may be one with you in pleasure."

Shock ran through her as she watched Ankita roll her hips backward, slowly impaling herself onto the statue's lengthy protrusion. Shock turned quickly to dismay as she felt the intrusion at her own opening. Se shut her eyes, in an attempt to block the connections but Ankita's gaze burned through the protection of her eyelids. She could still see her, still feel her, as Ankita slowly begin to writhe against the stone phallus. She wanted to be alarmed, to shake herself out of the dream state, but deep down she knew it was false. Deep down, at her core, she enjoyed it.

Her hips began to mirror Ankita's movements, rocking up and back, as moisture developed between her thighs. She could feel the heat of friction against her pearl as Ankita grind her hips against the statue's heavy balls. Before long, both women were in ecstasy. Their cries synced with the drums.

"Succumb to pleasure and be sated. Give of yourself to the mighty Keeper of Lust. Only then shall you reach full ascension. Only then shall you be blessed."

So close to climax, that voice was like music to her ears now. The pace of the drums quickened and so did Ankita's hips until they moved in a blur, driving her ever closer to climax.

"Succumb and be sated. Be one with me. Be blessed."

In the corner of her tent, the statue gleamed brightly. The surface shimmered ever so slightly under the rising sun and something like a smile played at it's full lips. A sheen of fluid encased the phallic piece and, if one watched closely, dollop of viscous liquid seeped from the tip. The arms, once pinned to its sides, had moved. Hands, palms out on extended arms as if to brace itself for a fall. Or, to catch a pair of hips backing against it.

It won't be long now. I will have her. She will be mine and so too, this new world.

 

[Ico]

Elizabeth screamed and writhed as the ghost-phallus was thrust in and out of her, echoing with her friend's cries of pleasure. That unnatural voice spoke to them from within their own minds, and every direction around them all at once. All sensations faded except for the intense pleasure and the voice.
Elizabeth felt her muscles spasming, and then she climaxed, her juices squirting all over the beautiful woman and mystifying man in front of her. And as she came down from her ecstasy, the world fell apart around her.

She wasn't completely sure when she'd woken up. By the time she was fully aware, her fingers had already been digging into her flesh for a while, and her moans had been filling the tent, where she lay, writhing and shaking in her sleep.
She noticed her shirt, ripped open, but still in one piece. She noticed the sheets thrown on the floor all around her, along with her underwear. She noticed the puddle that slowly dripped from between her legs and coated her fingers. She noticed the statue - which had always had its arms extended forward, and not pinned to the sides, right? Yes surely. And that smile had always been there.
She stood up, slowly, her shaky legs carrying her weight to the shower. She spent a few minutes under the warm water, just standing, trying to collect herself. Then she began to run her hands through her golden locks, and the pale skin of her body, rinsing out the sweat and dirt and...
When her hands slipped between her thighs to clean them up, she caught them slipping into her folds. She gasped, biting her lip. That felt incredibly good. Better than she remembered it ever feeling. As if she had suddenly become far more sensitive in that area. Her fingers danced up and down, slowly, along her entrance, and she moaned quietly. Slowly, delicately, she pinched her clit between her thumb and index, rubbing them back and forth. She took a deep, ragged breath, and slowly inserted one of her digits into her. Then another. She moaned softly as she pushed them in and out of her, and her other hand came up to cup and squeeze and pinch her breast. Her pace quickened as her breathing became heavier...

A loud crash snapped her out of it. It was the sound of large crates falling on the ground, outside. Men were shouting. She shook her head and came out of the shower, quicky getting dressed in a black shirt, trousers and boots. She stepped out of her tent, and looked around. Everyone was up already. Three of her men were arguing next a to some fallen crates. She walked closer.
"What's wrong, boys?"
One of them turned to her. It was André, the young man from before, wearing a pair of shorts and sandals. His upper body was bare, his dark skin streteched over considerable musculature, glistening with sweat. Elizabeth bit her lip instinctively, hiding it with a quick motion of her arm to adjust the hat on her head.
"Nothing ma'am. We were moving some crates to pack some of the artifacts and we dropped them." He looked down.and scratched the back of his neck "I'm... afraid we broke them. Sorry ma'am."
"Oh, don't worry about it." She answered, laying her hand on his shoulder, perhaps leaving it for too long on the toned flesh of her helper "Plenty more where that came from, and from the looks of things, we won't need them all anyways. Well, get going, boys!" And, surprising even herself, she gave him a slap on the rear before walking off. When she peeked behind her for a second, she caught the three men staring at her, and instead of her cheeks going pink, she smirked slightly and waved them goodbye.

What the hell was going on with her?...

Later that day, a voting was held after dinner. Their supplies would last another comfortable week and a couple days, but they were hardly finding anything noteworthy, and some of these men and women had families. It was decided they would stay one more day, and if nothing interesting happened, they would leave the morning after that.
During the voting, she noticed a couple people were missing. One of them was Ankita. She took a look around the camp while everyone cleaned up and went to their tents, trying to see if she was smoking somewhere - and chuckling yet again at the irony of a doctor who smokes. But she found nothing, so she decided to try her tent.
"Ankita, are you the- bloody hell!" She yelped as she peeked into her tent, only to find the woman riding one of the larger men, her moans soft and delighted. She immediately jumped back out of the tent, waiting for a a pissed off Ankita to shout at her for ruining the moment. But nothing came. It would seem they hadn't evrn noticed her.
Slowly, she leaned back into the tent, poking her head through the cloth flaps of the entrance. She watched her friend bouncing up and down on the man, gasping and moaning, huffing out exclamations in indian and english. Her perfect breasts bouncing with her, her slick beautiful hair flowing down her shoulders, her creamy chocolate skin shining in the dim glow of the lamp in the corner. Something about this scene seemed familiar, like dejá vu, but more importantly, and to her surprise, it was incredibly arousing. She felt a warmth spreading throughout her body, and her mouth hung slightly open. Watching the carnal act, and knowing they weren't aware of her presence made her feel even hotter, and her hand started slipping between her thighs, rubbing her mound through the tight pants. As she watched them, she slowly unzipped her pants, and slipped her hand beneath them, teasing herself through her already moist panties. They changed positions, Ankita lowering her hips on his face, and leaning down to lick his length. Elizabeth pushed a hand into her shirt and squeezed her breast. Ankita took the man in her mouth while he pushed his tongue into her, and Elizabeth pulled her panties to the side to slip a finger into her...
"Having fun, ma'am?..."
Elizabeth almost shouted and immediately backed away, pulling whoever it was behind their tent with her. It was André.
"What the hell did you do that for?!" She whispered.
The young man just smirked. He stepped closer, and she realized he was only wearing a towel around his waist. She bit her lip, their faces only inches apart.
"I was coming back from the showers and saw you... entertaining yourself." He brought a hand up to her face, brushing some hair away from her eyes. "I wonder if watching is all you wanna do..."

An hour or two later, a man stepped out of a tent, a towel wrapped around his waist.
"If you ever feel lonely again, you know where my tent is... ma'am." He said, smirking to the person inside, and headed off into the night.
Inside the tent, Elizabeth lay sprawled out on the bed, heaving. It wasn't long before she fell asleep, a certain stone statue the only witness of the previous hour.

 

[Pound4Pound]

And so it has begun. It won't be long now before you succumb, my dear wheat haired maiden. The first step of any journey is the hardest and you have already taken it. You saw your need, recognized it, and satisfied it. No hesitation. No queries wasted. Even brought your prey back to your tent so that I may bear witness to your offering. As pleasing as it was to watch you preform in such a carnal way my dear maiden, it was not enough.

I will have you sweet Elizabeth. You will be mine. My chosen maiden.

In the corner of the tent, the statue gleamed under a sliver of moonlight. The young man neglected to close it properly, allowing the sounds and light from the campfire inside. The smell of pot filtered in on the breeze mingled with the scent of charred wood. The smoke was visible, filling the tent with a subtle haze and if one were watching, the broad nostrils of the statue seemed to flare ever so slightly. As if to draw a breath.

Smoke was not the only intruding force though. A cacophony of moans and grunts fluttered in with the breeze as well. It seemed the entire camp was enraptured, partaking in the pleasures of the flesh. In every tent. On every cot. Even on the ground in the brush. The young assistant who'd just left Elizabeth was now on his knees before a man twice is age while a raven haired grad student swallowed him whole. Ankita, had moved on to one of the camp cooks, riding her face on one of the mess tables while the woman's husband watched and pleasured himself. The big man who Elizabeth caught in the good doctor's tent was elsewhere as well, on his back in the grass with one of the cook's assistants bouncing in his lap while she sucked the balls of another.

At the center of it all was Elizabeth's tent, where she slept naked with the statue in the corner. An almost wry smile lay on it's full lips. And again it's position shifted. It was more subtle this time, just the hands. Both were now palms up, but the first finger on the right hand was raised. As if to say, "Come closer."

She awoke on a bed of pillows beneath a ceiling canopied in delicate fabrics shot through with golden thread. Her eyes scanned the perfectly round room, in search of an opening but there was none. Cautiously, she sat up and noticed the golden cauldron in the center of the room, filled to the brim with charcoal that glowed red but did not flame. Slowly she stood, noticed her once alabaster skin coated in the same ochre as Ankita the night before.

"What are you waiting for?" It came to her in a whisper. So close, it sounded as if it came from her own head. But she recognized that voice, felt the warm breath as lips brushed against her ear. She spun around quickly, in an attempt to catch a glimpse of him.

Instead she found herself in a different place altogether. The ground beneath her feet was hard pack earth. Walls of gleaming limestone reflected the light of two torches set up on a dais, bathing the oblong chamber in a warm glow. Between the torches, sat a gilded throne before a curved wall etched from floor to ceiling with various scenes of debauchery. All manner of positions, couplings, and groups were depicted. The flicker of the fire seemed to bring them all to life. She stared at them all long and hard, all the while moving in for a closer look.

"I am nothing like the others. They require sacrifice. Blood oaths..."

"And what do you require," she heard herself say, though her lips didn't move. Nor did her eyes as she studied the wall, close enough to touch but her hands remained at her sides.

"So curious," came from behind her. That same voice from before, but more substantial this time, as if it came from inside the room and not her head. "A simple offering of the flesh."

She could feel him standing behind her now, towering over her with his erection poking at her back. Again he touched her, his massive hands roaming her body. And again there were too many. Both breasts were encased in his firm grip, her nipples pinched between his fingers. Another set of hands kneaded her rear, spreading the soft round globes while another set massaged her slit.

"You have nothing to fear..."

"I'm not afraid," she moaned, without the least bit of hesitation. Her back arched, knees spread to allow him better access.

"Then why the delay," he said his lips on her ear. His erection lengthened and slithered around her hips, pulling her against his chest as he slipped a finger into her opening. "You are ready. Give yourself to me. Bring me into this new world. Make me whole."

All the while he spoke, his snakelike cock continued to move around her body, encircling her torso until it reached her breasts and latched onto her nipple. By then there were four fingers stretching her pussy, two from each hand, and her knees began to buckle with pleasure.

"Succumb fair maiden. Be my First Acolyte. My Chosen One. Receiver of my First Seed in this new world. Together we will teach the world of Lust..."

"Please," she begged, head back against his powerful chest. "Take me..."

"No, my sweet Elizabeth, you must take me."

And like that he was gone. As was the opulent chamber, replaced by the meager confines of her tent. She saw herself, sprawled out naked on her cot. The sounds of an orgy filtered in from outside but she couldn't take her eyes off herself. In a daze, she rose up from the cot and stumbled over to the statue that seemed to smile in the moonlight.

"Give yourself to me."

It was only a whisper, but again it seemed as if it came from within and she watched herself kneel down before the statue. Then lower her hands to the dirt before rearing back to impale herself on the statue's massive erection. Her head thrown back in bliss, she looked up into her own eyes and smiled.

I pledge myself to you Qykutonga. Accept this offering of flesh mighty Qykutonga so that I may be one with you in pleasure."


The sun was just beginning to rise and all over camp naked bodies could be seen still tangled in the passions of the night before. Slowly people began to stir, confused but satisfied by the vague memories of wild trysts. There were no awkward looks or cries of dismay, but soft kisses and coy grins as embraces were disengaged. The usual grunts and grumbles of the morning were replaced by laughter and warmth.

It won't be long now. I can feel it. The air is thick with it. I will return. Wake now my dear maiden. Bring me into this world.

 

[Ico]

The sun rose, and the first rays of light shone on her face, waking Elizabeth from her slumber. Slowly, she stirred beneath the blankets, fingers grasping at the light fabric, arms and legs bending and shifting, her body rolling on her back. She felt the warm air of the jungle on her skin, and her lips curled in a content smile as she ran her hands over her body, revelling in the sensations. Despite the previous night's... quenching of her appetites, she'd woken up feeling warm and light-headed, as if slightly drunk, or dazed by the heat of a summer day. Smiling to herself, she rolled around and stretched on her cot, remembering the previous night - the sensations, the ecstasy, the feeling when she took him inside-

Dun-dun

Her heaert pounded with incredible force for a single moment. She stopped, heaving on the cot. An even warmer feeling came from between her legs, and she slipped a hand down-

Dun-dun

She gasped as that furious beat erupted in her chest again, taking a few deep breaths before sitting up on her cot. She looked around, slowly, as if not recognizing her surroundings. There were very few things in the tent. She saw the shower, the trunk full of clothes, the table covered in documents, stone arrowheads and pieces of pottery, the massive statue-

Dun-dun

The massive statue that beckoned her, called out to her, made her body move on its own towards it.

Dun-dun

She crawled towards the stone idol, her eyes glassy, her gaze fixed on its massive member.

Dun-dun

Her head reached up to it, her mouth agape. Her tongue slithered out, and she reached for the smooth stone phallus. Her tongue almost touching it...

"Hey, Liz! Wake up, you lazy ass!" Came the doctor's voice from outside the tent.
Elizabeth batted her eyes. She jumped to her feet, alarmed and confused. When had she- why had she been about to lick a stone god's dick? She shook her head violently, and turned around to grab some clothes - a dark red tee and some lightweight baggy green pants - and headed out her tent. She couldn't help but look back behind her at the statue... but just shook her head again before heading out to the dig site.

Aside from the coy smiles and whispers shared by everyone all day, this day turned out to be much more interesting than the others. After a few hours, they found something, buried by the years in the dirt beneath the ruins of that main temple hut. Skeletons.
"Deus do Céu... how many are there?" Said one of the men after a few hours of digging had exposed all the remains.
"Looks like a couple dozen... I think the entire bloody village is here."
Ankita leaned down to further examine the bones. "... look here. See where the bone is chipped? The bows and arrows these people had wouldn't make that, it's too small for the arrowheads they used, or spears or clubs. This was a musket. So I guess they were all worshiping their god and a bunch of conquistadors shot them?"
"No, judging by our proximoty to Brazil, it was probably portuguese colonists, not spanish, who did this. But I'm guessing that's the gist of it, yes."
"Still, there's something a bit... interesting going on here..."
"Well... yeah..."
All the bodies were positioned in pairs - one on top of the other. Some were groups of three or four. The way they were stacked it almost looked like they were hugging... or... doing something else.
Elizabeth cleared her throat. "Well, let's get this all catalogued and packed, loves! Chop chop!"

That night, it was decided that, despite having found something considerable, it wasn't exactly interesting, so they would indeed be leaving the next morning. Elizabeth retired to her tent after dinner, and was about to get in when someone grabbed her arm.
"André?"
"Hey." He let go of her once he got her attention "I was wondering if dinner was enough to... satisfy your appetite, ma'am" he said with a smirk.
She bit her lip, considering the offer-

Dun-dun

"Um, we're gonna have to wake up quite early tomorrow, and it's gonna be quite a lot of work moving all the crates onto the ferry, so we should probably get some sleep. Sorry. I did love last night-

Dun-dun

"-but it probably best that we rest this time, good night!" And with that, she slipped into her tent.

Her heart pounded in her chest as an intense warmth spread through her body once again. She wasted no time removing her clothes, revealing her pale skin glistening with the day's sweat.

Dun-dun

Her glassy gaze turned to the frozen god. The soft smirk, the sculpted muscles, the beckoning finger, the phenomenal protrusion below its waist.

Dun-dun

She walked, slowly, swaying her hips with each step, making her way to her idol of stone. She prostrated before it, like a pilgrim before the altar of their worship, and her mouth hung open as she neared it to the idol's glory. In the light of the setting sun that peeked through the fabric of her tent, she saw the polished stone of its head glistening as if covered with liquid. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and inched closer and closer still to the cold stone - and when she touched it, she realized it was, in fact, covered in liquid: a slimy, sweet substance, like the ambrose of the Olympian gods.

Dun-dun, dun-dun, dun-dun.

A feeling like electricity shot through her body. She removed her tongue, and crawled a few steps to the right. Staring at the member from the side, she admired its full length and girth for a second, her breath heavy with anticipation, before bringing her face closer once more.

She placed the tip of her tongue on the base, and again felt the sweet ichor that covered it, felt that surge of energy within her. She gave the base a few quick licks, each one tasting more divinely, making that eletric feeling more powerful. For a second, her eyes seemed to glow. Then, she ran her tongue all along the length of the stone, and moaned and licked her lips in delight, shivering. She did it again, and again, and already she felt the wetness between her thighs.

She crawled back to face him. Leaning forward, she took the head in her mouth, and was instantly filled. But some inhuman instinct made her perservere. She brought her hands up and gripped the stone, and pushed her head forward. She somehow managed to fit the thick stone rod in her throat, and, surprisingly, she lacked any and all reflex to gag. Instead, her throat embraced the cold member, allowing it to slide easily in, as if it belonged there, in that hug of warm flesh. Then, she tasted the abundance of that nectar, its thickness and sweetness like that of honey, bathing her tongue, flowing down her throat through the minute gap between stone and flesh. For a single second, a wave of burning red seemed to sweep through her hair, and the skin around her eyes looked darker, as did her lips, and once more her eyes glowed brightly. Lightning cut through her body, and the colours were gone. She pulled her head back, licking her lips, slowly, tasting the wonderful substance. A hand roamed down, and she felt the dampness of her lips. She held the rod with the other hand, and began to move it back and forth, rubbing it with her hands and licking it with flicks of her tongue, while her fingers began to massage her mound. Her eyes transfixed on the member, she took it in her mouth in between licks, swelling her cheeks with its girth, licking it, tasting more and more nectar while her fingers dug into her, drawing out gasps and moans.
When her wetness begun to drip around her hand, down her thighs, she plunged the rod deep into her throat once more, producing a moan drunk on lust from the core of her being, and again her hair became the bright colour of a bonfire, and her eyes were shadowed by a deep purple as dark as that of her lips, and the flowing, complex pattern of curves and spirals that appeared like tattoos all over her body. Her eyes glowed a bright pink, and all the colours seemed to pulse with her heartbeat, fading for a moment only to become more defined the instant that followed. To the two fingers inside her, she added another one, then another, and a fifth toyed with her button. She was ready for it, and so was he. She felt it.

The colours faded when she pulled back from the rod and brought both hands up to her lips, licking every drop of juices produced by either of their bodies. She looked up to the chiseled face, and saw a satisfied smile that she reslonded to with a cheeky smirk, before slowly standing up, planting kisses on the smooth surface as she rose. She planted one on each nipple, and amother on its lips, and sat on its stone member, biting her lip as she felt the pressure between her thighs, holding its head in her hands and resting her forehead on his, her nose caressing his, before looking into the cold, but somehow living eyes of the statue. Her irises glowed bright pink once again, this time a steady, powerful light reflected on the rocky face.

"I pledge myself to you Qykutonga. Accept this offering of flesh mighty Qykutonga so that I may be one with you in pleasure."
And with that, she slid back, standing before the idol, turning around and kneeling on the floor.

She placed her hands on the ground and raised her buttocks, her knees joined on the floor, presenting the beautiful heart-shaped silhouette of her legs and behind, wiggling slowly before the massive rod. She looked back, that same pink glow in her eyes, and spread her knees apart on the floor while she slipped an arm under her, reaching for her folds. Two fingers held her lips apart, showing him her willing entrance, which leaked her juices all over her thighs.
Then, she pushed back, and was penetrated by the massive member.

She cried out as the head pushed into her, and the spirals and swirls of deep purple spread from her folds, covering the rest of her body, and her hair once more burned like fire. Again, the colours seemed to fade and then grow sharper with each heartbeat, and her chest heaved as she felt her walls being stretched by the cold rod. She felt the nectar flooding her, and it felt like her womb was on fire. She pushed back further, releasing a long, passionate sigh full of lust and pleasure as the stone dug deeper into her, the ambrose lubricating the rod. She pushed back further and further, and the sigh became a moan, then a cry as the rock filled her like nothing ever had, until she felt her cheeks hitting his hips.

She stayed still for a moment, heaving, the scorching heat of the nectar and the slight pain of being stretched as she was bringing her to the limit of her peasure. A hand played with her breasts, and she moaned and cried as she wiggled her hips ever so slightly, feeling every tiny movement of the stone within her, their juices flowing onto the floor. Then, she pulled back out, inching forward, crying loudly as the member slid out of her. And then, in a single motion, she pushed back as hard as she could.

Her eyes rolled back, as did her head, when the massive stone shaft impaled her, and she screamed in delight, feeling as though she would break in half. The purple markings on her pale skin became sharp and detailed, showing no intention of fading again, and seemed to glow unnaturally. Her lips and the skinaround her eyes shared the same colour, and her hair was like pure fire, waving in a warm breeze that seemed to come from her very scalp. The pink glow spread from her irises to the whites of her eyes, until they were fully covered in a soft pink light.
Then, she pulled back. Then, she pushed. Pull. Push. As she quickened her pace, she thought she could feel the stone softening, but her pleasure was so absolute she couldn't even think. The massive member pounded into her like a jackhammer, and all strength left her body except what was necessary to keep her up and continue the act. Her jaw hung open, and her tongue flopped, limp, on her lip as she flung her body back and forth. Her whole body seemed to burn, and she could feel the taste of the sweet ichor in her mouth even though it filled her pussy, as if it was flooding her whole being, running in her veins.

At last, she felt her flesh clench around the member, her muscles spasming and her arms quivering beneath her. She cried out as she climaxed, tremors of pleasure assaulting her body for what could have been an hour as far as she was aware. And as her nectar erupted from her, leaking between their flesh and squirting all over his legs, so too did the ancient idol erupt within her, an absurd flow of warm, thick ichor that filled her womb completely.

Her arms lost all strength and she fell on the floor, heaving. And then, she felt a pair of heavy, powerful hands grabbing her by her hips.

 

[Pound4Pound]

And the god exhaled. A powerful breath that shook the walls of the tent and billowed the roof. Who knew how long it had been held, encased in the fired red earth of his sister god. He took another breath, long ad deep, filling his lungs and expanding his already powerful chest. Again and again, each inhale cracking the surface of his divine vessel until it began to crumble around him as beam of pure white light cut through the night sky. It shone through the tent to bathe the once statue in the brilliance of the higher plane.

If anyone were watching from outside, they would have noticed nothing. Perhaps the brightening of the moon and nothing more. But not her, she bore witness to it all. The bursting of clay to reveal the chiseled muscle that lay underneath. The appearance of lower legs that had been lost ages ago, allowing him to stand to his full height of 6'5". In his time, he towered above mortals, making them look like children but he knew from her that that would not be the case now. It would be of little consequence once his powers were fully restored. In fact it had already begun. He shut his eyes as he drew in another long breath, allowing his new surroundings to fill his being. The cacophony of scents brought images to his mind. When he opened his eyes they shone a bright red, the same as her hair, as he slowly scanned the campsite to find the boy that had entertained her the night before. In an instant the god penetrated his being, forcing him to stand and leave his own tent, stripping his clothes as he went. In the blink of an eye, he found the dark skinned woman alone in her tent and smiled when he saw she was already naked. She too left her tent to join the boy beside the fire where a small group was already assembled. To them he whispered but one word. "Witness," before he drew himself back.

And again the god exhaled, the last remnants of the old world leaving his being to be replaced by an appearance more suitable for this time. Gone was the boar bone that pierced the septum of his broad nose and the swirling pattern that tattooed his bronze skin from head to toe. The markings shifted and condensed to cover his brawny arms from wrists to shoulders before sweeping across his chest and down his back. His thick mane of wavy jet black hair remained, cascading down his shoulders and shimmering in the bright light. Another breath and a beard sprouted along his angled jaw. All this he took from her, her perception of masculinity in this time. He shift his dark eyes to the mirror and smiled.

"Not bad," he said in the ancient tongue before shaking his head. It sounded foreign on his on ears, guttural mutterings of his old language, and he shut his eyes. Another breath and he open his mouth again, this time allowing her memories to guide his tongue. "It will take some getting used to but I must say that I am pleased with your image of man," he said as he kneel down to run his hand along her body before slipping his powerful arms beneath her and standing, cradling her in his brawny arms as he crossed the floor. He lay her down on her cot, his eyes alight still as he ran his hands down her body, erasing the markings as he went. In an instant her eyes went back to normal but her lips remained the same. Her hair returned to the blond it had been before their joining until he ran his hands through it, leaving streaks of pinks and reds before he turned his attention to her mound. He licked his lips and shift his eyes up to meet hers a moment before he ran his finger along her slit, spreading her open to expose her clit and opening. "You took me well Chosen," he whispered as he slowly spread her legs and lean down to plant a soft kiss on her pelvis. "I chose wisely it seems," he added with a grin as he traced a pattern along her thighs and hips with one outstretched finger raising marks similar to the ones he wore on his shoulders. "You are mine now Elizabeth...joined to me for eternity...no one, god nor man, may have you. All that see this mark will know you belong to Qykutonga. My Chosen One. First Acolyte. The High Consort. And I thank you for awakening me into this time. In return I will give you the world," he said, planting a soft kiss on her lips at the last.

He stepped away from her then, eyes scanning his meager surroundings as he clicked his tongue. "You need sleep Chosen, deep slumber to rejuvenate you from the ordeal of taking all that I am, and that silly cot will not do. A woman of your status deserves so much more. The most exquisite linens. Pillows as soft as clouds to rest upon." As he spoke the words, the air inside the tent began to waver and shimmer. He brought his hands together, creating something like a sonic boom before the world went black, and when light returned the scene was exactly as he described. A twin to chamber in her dreams. A relative mountain of pillows replaced the cot and he smiled a moment before he moved to stretch out beside her.

And again he exhaled, as he brought his arms around her body and pulled her into his chest. "Sleep now my chosen, for tomorrow I give you the world," he said, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

And again the god found his way into her dreams. This time there was no pleasure, instead he told her a story. His story. Being able to walk beside in was easier than words. He told her everything. The story of his people. Gave her the location of artifacts to discover. Everything they would need to spread his teachings in this new world.

 

[Ico]

That night, the woman dreamt of a people long dead, of a god long forgotten. She dreamt of a village of men and women that danced and sung and slept together, of their joy and their unity. She dreamt of the foreigners who had come, speaking the tongue of their far away land, preaching the power of their invisible god, and shooting fire from weapons made by the devil. She dreamt of a god stripped of his power, lost to time and oblivion... and then, he woke up once more, and her eyes opened to the morning light.

She lay in a sea of silk and feathers, surrounded by linen and all manner of luxuries. She stood, and walked to to the silk curtains that now separated her shower from the rest of the tent, pulling them aside as she walked in, dazed. She froze for a moment in awe, and with slow steps approached the magnificent bathtub that stood in the division. The bronze and gold and silver sculpted into the most stunning of reliefs and patterns, decorating the large tub with fish and seabirds and mermaids and creatures of the bluest waters and myths of the world. The object itself was at least five meters wide and half buried in the earth, seeming more like a public bath, and was already filled to the brim with comfortably scalding scented water, its greenish hue and faint smell of sulfur reminding her of the hot springs she had visited a few years prior.

In a daze, Elizabeth walked to the bath, immersing her toes in the hot water, feeling it burn ever so slightly on her skin. Her nude form slowly entered the bath, her goosebumps spreading all over her skin as she slipped in, and slid across the water to the other side, where she sat on a submerged bench-like indentation of the tub, and she leaned her head back, sighing deeply with an almost sexual satisfaction. She stayed there, nearly asleep once again, for a very long time - how much, she had no idea -, until she noticed something. In front of her, floating on the water, her hair shone with streaks of colour she was sure had not been there before. She held a strand of purple in her hand, staring at it pensively, until she began to remember, the morning daze and the shock of her new accommodations fading just enough for her to recall the blurred events of the night before. They were cloudy, but just thinking about them filled her with an unnatural energy that made her heart pound, and she noticed the colours on her hair seemed ever so slightly brighter, as well as a sort of tingling sensation on her thighs. She looked down, and saw the patterns on her skin, pulsing with light - barely enough to be noticed, but obvious to her. Her hand traced the lines lightly, brushing against her folds, and she bit her lip, before shaking her head. She had no time for it. Either she was going insane, or there was someone - or something - she needed to find, fast. She slipped out of the bath, the water shining on her pale skin, and grabbed a towel from a large bronze late besides the bath. She jumped a bit when she realize the towel was warm, and saw that the plate was over a pile of hot coals and embers. It was softer than silk, and the warmth made her feel like she was drying herself off with a little piece of heaven itself. She cast it aside, and grabbed the robe that was also hanging nearby, a fine item, red and embroidered with gold, covering just enough of her breasts that it could be considered decent, with only two long strips of cloth covering her front and back below the waist, leaving the sides of her legs mostly exposed. Now it felt like she was wearing that piece of heaven.

She walked back out to the main room and looked around, but found no one else was in her tent. She noticed the statue had disappeared as well, and felt her suspicions and fuzzy memories begin to be confirmed. She was not insane. That statue... that night had actually happened.
She walked briskly towards the the curtains that hung near where her desk had been, her plump mounds threatening to bounce out of the robe, and walked into the new division, instantly stunned. She saw a large map stand, showing the surrounding area in great detail, locations marked with red crosses all around the village, and pencils, rulers, a compass and a magnifying glass mounted on a metal arm. She saw a magnificent oak desk table, carved with ancient sailing ships, globes, and sea monsters like those the explorers of old feared. On it lay books and logs, and tablets of stones, pots and ancient tools and arts of weapons. Next to the door, on a hook, hung her grandfather's hat. But nowhere in the room did she see another person.

She grabbed the hat and headed back out, this time jogging for the division that now held her clothes. A large standing mirror stood in the center, and all around her on hangers lay beautiful clothes for all purposes and situations. She saw stunning gala dresses of red and black, tops and shirts and jackets for all times of the year, and everything from pants, to short shorts to skirts and summer dresses. Shoes, heels, boots for hiking, horseriding, and even trudging through snow. Most abundant of all where the nightgowns of every colour and style, and the underwear of every type there is, from lace, to corsets. And one item in particular stood out in its uniqueness, and robe of purples, pinks and reds like her hair, decorated with lines like those on her thighs, a seemingly chaotic bundle of interconnected strips of cloth varying in shape, colour, decoration and transparency, but all coming together to make a wonderful dress that seemed to come out of an exotic fantasy about a far away land. She looked around for a moment, stunned, but shook her head and got dressed, choosing something simple and efficient for the jungle.

She turned around and headed for the exit of her tent - and that's when she heard a rustle behind her, like a heavy weight moving on the pool of pillows she had awoken on. She turned around, and her jaw dropped when she saw a beautiful man, more stunning than any she'd ever dreamt of, laying there, looking at her, his proud, massive member resting on the pillows like a third leg. Almost subconsciously, she whispered in shock "Qykutonga..."