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Your Dark Overlord wants you to strip, to expose yourself to the elements and lay down upon the altar in this hidden room in your temple for a special ritual, your belly pressed against the cold, black stone. Of course, you oblige. It is a command from your Lord, after all. Besides, those blackened eyes…the bright purple, faintly glowing irises are enchanting. And how could you say no to such a gorgeous man? Even if the man you looked upon wasn’t simply the vessel for a god to touch you through, without causing as many…adverse effects.
Even though your body lays upon cold stone, you can feel yourself getting hard as pale hands, cold as death one by one grab your limbs. You feel cold, tight metal shackles click onto your wrists and ankles…
And then things go silent. You lay in a dim, cold, candlelit room with the avatar of your own god standing behind you, looming over you. Your legs are purposefully spread and forcefully held in place as far apart as they can be. Your breathing is heavy as you already start to imagine what wonderful things are soon to be done to your mortal flesh. You want him to fuck you so badly.
But, he doesn’t. No, you haven’t earned that yet, and the point of such a ritual isn’t for him to fill you with his divine seed.
Yet, you have hope as you can hear him disrobing behind you…
You hear some sort of wet, squishing sound, of hands squeezing and gliding across…something that sounds absolutely soaked. You hear a viscous liquid dripping onto the cold, stone floor. And soon, you feel what you presume to be the same, cold liquid dripping onto your ass, sliding down your crack, teasing your hole, running over the back of and dripping off of your balls…You shiver in delighted anticipation.
And then you’re smacked hard across your entire torso as some huge…appendage…tendril? Flops onto your backside, the heavy weight of it making you somehow feel even more restrained than you already were. And it even goes over your head! The tip dangles off of your head, in front of your face, and you can feel much, much more of that thick liquid running over your body. You shiver as the weight and cold envelop you.
It sits there, throbbing. You can feel it, you can hear it throbbing, like a heartbeat all too loud. You want it, but you know you can’t possibly take it. It’s way too fucking big. Trying to shove it inside yourself would break your body. Besides, it’s not like you’re in a position to try, anyway. You can barely move at all like this. All you could possibly do is beg.
You know your god is behind you, watching silently. Watching you. Waiting. But waiting for what? What were you supposed to do? You were never informed. Was this a test of will? Or of restraint??
Yet, even with those thoughts in mind, your erection grows painful, and you find yourself all too desperate to satisfy your own selfish, primal desires. You do the only other thing you can think of and start to gently hump the altar you lay on top of. It’s not particularly great, but it feels better than not getting any stimulation at all. Vaguely. Really, both options are pretty uncomfortable.
That is, until you feel your cock slowly sliding into some sort of soft, still colder than body temperature orifice. Not only soft, but wet, and reactive to your touch. Tight, gently squeezing your shaft. You let out a sigh of relief, feeling your cheeks turn red. As far as you know you’re…fucking the altar itself??? Is that allowed??? Whatever, you don’t care, it feels great. Even with the humiliation of hearing your Lord laughing at you in the background.
But then, he says something that makes your heart flutter. Only a few simple words in that low, deep voice, the voice that echoes within your own mind as he speaks;
“My, it would seem my little toy is quite desperate on this night…”
And those words were what sent you into, frankly, a depraved frenzy of pounding into Whatever The FUCK This Hole Was as fast and as hard as you could. Thankfully, the area around it had softened and taken on a fleshy texture for you, so you weren’t hurting yourself by fucking a stone dias.
As you did this, your moans were fairly loud, frequent. The sensation of your cock going in and out of that mysterious hole, the perversion and depravity of it all, the chains clinking and clanking as you slammed your hips into the altar, the shackles digging into your skin, the cold, the fluid that covered your body, the huge tendril twitching and throbbing on top of your back…it was all so, so good.
You could even hear your god speaking words of praise, calling you a “Good doll”...you could hear the voice of its Avatar moaning as it raked its claws down the back of your thighs deep enough to draw blood. Although…you weren’t quite sure how exactly you were pleasuring it, and you were too close to busting a huge fucking nut to think too hard about it.
And you did. In fact, you kept going! You came in that wonderful, tight little hole three times during that ritual, and on the third you could feel the hole tighten, small tendrils holding your cock in place as the hole was filled a final time. You could feel the strong throbbing on your back as your deity climaxed, the, frankly, quite loud moans, and the sound of his spurts filling the room, as said spurts also filled the jar that was placed on the other side of the altar.
The appendage pulled back with the same wet squishing noises as when it had come out. With the weight lifted off of your shivering body, your Lord slowly walked around the altar, opening all of the clasps one by one to free you. The body of his Avatar was absolutely stunning, although you noticed the…downstairs regions were currently a blank slate. Though, you knew he could, and often did, change them at will, and you were sure that whatever was on top of you earlier was a dick.
He bent over in front of your face, putting the lid over the jar as you stared each other in the eyes, the lower half of the Avatar’s face masked by a black neck gaiter, covering the lips that you wished so very deeply to kiss, although you do not dare try to move the fabric out of the way.
“You did well.” He stated, very matter of factly. You currently had absolutely no clue what you were supposed to do with a Jar Of God Cum. Surely, that would eventually be explained to you at a later time…You also noticed that the liquid was black. As it usually was with your particular deity.
He stood back up, turned, and stepped away. Naturally, being incredibly attracted to this entity and having just had a very intimate experience with him, this led you to stare directly at his ass, spotting a purple gemstone nestled in between his cheeks. Although, when he grabbed it and started to pull it out, you quickly came to the conclusion that it was some sort of fancy sex toy.
Then, you quickly realized that it was a magic sex toy, as you could feel your cock, still apparently inside of the altar, was seemingly exposed to open, cold air. And it felt like cum was dripping towards your body despite the fact that the altar was underneath you. And it turned out that the rest of this sex toy, past a short black hilt, looked a whole lot like your own dick. And also had cum visibly dripping down its length. And you could also see the cum dripping from your Lord’s…hole, and running down his thighs, in between his legs, which were shaking slightly. When he began to caress the toy with his finger, and you could feel him touching your all too sensitive cock, you knew for certain that, yes, you were looking at you holding your own dick. And he’d willingly let you cum inside of him, not once, but three times. He’d even enjoyed it.
He must like you much more than you had initially thought…perhaps he really did mean it when he said you’re his favorite!
And afterwards, once you had gotten cleaned up and redressed, he even was generous enough to grant you a new spell, as a reward for how good you were for him.