Staln relaxed in a basket-like bed of soft comfy cushions. He wasn't sure how they were made and didn't particularly care. The sun had set hours ago and the warm night air of the jungle was pleasant. Anything would be pleasant after the ordeal he'd just gone through, battling the spider queen from under the mountain. It had been a harrowing fight, but he'd returned with her head to the village she had tormented and preyed upon for generations.
That night they'd had a great feast and celebration with games, riddles, magic, and some sort of ritualistic orgy that had caught Staln off guard. He had no mate to participate with, so he'd stood by just to watch. There had been something religious, almost ceremonial, about the celebration. The men had offered themselves up to their women, some putting up token resistance.
The culture hadn't seemed matriarchal at first glance -- men seemed to be leaders and have most of the roles he would have expected in a jungle culture, hunters, explorers, craftsmen, warriors, with the occasional shaman or mage, but during this celebration all of the acts had been of various kinds of submission to the women.
As the orgy concluded someone mentioned that he was the hero of the day, and that he should have a reward. Several of the women volunteered, standing up and forming a line in front of him, taking up various seductive or provocative poses, asking him to select one who would be his reward, presumably for a ceremony much like the one he'd just witnessed.
He selected one who caught his eye. They were all lithe and athletic, healthy and energetic. The others stepped back and the woman he had signaled stepped forward with a cheer and pointed at the ground at her feet. He'd seen enough of the other celebration to know what was expected. Instead of kneeling he opted for lying down and exposing his hardening cock up at her.
She took a stance above, legs spread and arms outstretched and, to Staln's surprise, began to intone a prayer.
"We praise the Goddess for sending this man to us, to free us from the clutches of the accursed spider queen, who took what belonged to the Goddess and kept it for herself. In gratitude, we seek to reward this man with pleasure and with submission to feminine authority, under the Goddess. So we begin this mating ceremony, to praise the Goddess, and to reward this man for his valiant service to our tribe." Then she turned her gaze downward toward Staln.
"You have not yet given yourself to a woman in the name of the Goddess. Would you like to resist her glory the first time? It is customary in these ceremonies that the man resist feminine authority as part of the ceremony."
Staln began to stand. "Alright, I'm a stranger to your ways. What should I do?"
"No, go ahead and stay down there. You should do what feels natural after all." The priestess descended upon him, straddling him, and began to rub her sex over his, working him up. "The Goddess will reward you through me, by gifting you with her will, through I, her priestess. All women of our tribe are priestesses, who guide and reward the men who serve us. As we mate I will channel the will of the Goddess through me and into you. The experience should be pleasant and enlightening for both of us."
With that she arched her back, spread her legs even further, and swallowed his manhood deep within her labia, which clamped down tight around him. The entire movement was unnatural, but that only enhanced the sensation for both of them.
"Goddess... I claim this man in your name..." moaned the priestess, placing her hands on his chest. "Make him feel helpless in our embrace, helpless beneath our breasts, ready to experience bliss at our command, as your will fills me, and covers him..."
Staln felt a tingle as her labia almost seemed to chew on his cock. His entire body began to tingle as the sensation rippled out throughout his body. He tried to speak but she put a finger on his mouth.
"Her will is soft and warm, but also inescapable. Her will is my womanhood, surrounding your manhood. Her reward is your hard submission inside, your reward is your pleasure for having served her, her people." Her labia pulsed in time with her cadence, the pleasure growing together with a sensation of losing control.
"The power of the Goddess rewards your manhood by taking him into her, subjugating him within her as all maleness longs to be. Submit now and give yourself to the Goddess, submit now and accept your reward, submit now and accept her control!" With each command a shock ran through Staln's cock making him gasp. The shocks were pleasurable, but no less jarring.
"You have served the Goddess and her people well," intoned the priestess. "All males must submit to her will. All males will be slaves, in punishment, or reward. Accept your reward and your destiny inside me now, with my gratitude, slave."
Staln tensed up at being called a slave, but her hold on him was too great now to resist, the pleasure, and whatever magic she was summoning onto him. Her breasts seemed to glow, drawing in his eyes. Her pussy pulsed with greater affection and dominance. He stared at it, where his cock disappeared inside her, and he could see her lips moving, squeezing, speaking to his shaft. It was almost as if he could hear her voice in his head, in his body. He didn't understand the language, but his body did. He could feel her words rippling through him, pulling him deeper into her.
With each pulse he felt himself becoming more compliant, more accepting of her will surrounding his cock and mind. Each pulse was firm but affectionate, both demanding obedience, and promising pleasure. Slowly the pulses began to change, becoming more aggressive, more imperious. It was a challenge, an invitation to resist her authority or submit to it.
Staln thrusted up into her playfully, not giving real resistance, but accepting her challenge. Each thrust was met with a more firm and authoritative squeeze from the priestess, until he was even more compliant and yielding than before. There was no doubt that her pussy was in control.
"Behold, the man has yielded," intoned the priestess with a smirk. "Place your hands upon my breasts and accept my feminine authority." She bent down, offering her breasts to Staln. He reached up and cupped her breasts. "With this gesture of obedience, you accept the will of the Goddess, and me, her priestess. When you cum, in will be a reward, and a declaration of submission to the Goddess. You have served well, and will continue to serve, now with the threads of her will tied to your cock. Obey again, and repeat as your priestess commands."
"Your cock has been defeated by my womanhood, not as enemy, but as friend, not in punishment, but reward. Do you accept the reward of defeat within my flesh?"
"I do, priestess," said Staln. "Do I have a choice?"
"Of course. You are the hero of our people, our celebration is for you. There is no higher reward for a man than submission within the flesh of a priestess. Do you accept this truth?"
Staln's hips bucked involuntarily at the pulses from the priestess' pussy. "Yes... yes. I can see how that... can be true." The pleasure was overwhelming, disorienting. Her grip on his shaft felt like a grip on his soul, and it felt divine.
