Rolliander knelt before the Grand Shaper, the mortal vassal of his god, eyes lowered in polite submission and hands fumbling together anxiously behind his back. Today was a very important one for the little halfling acolyte, as today would be the day he would rise from his humble rank to that of a fully-fledged priest, should he successfully complete his ritual. For now, however, he found it difficult to keep his mind from wandering to what the worst outcomes might be.
"Tell me your name, fledgling," came an order from atop the throne, above the kneeling halfling. There was a commanding quality to the Grand Shaper's voice, something that demanded obedience and respect without question. Something godlike. And yet, the simple nature of the instruction and the power in the voice that provided it did nothing to ease Rolliander's nauseating nerves.
"Rolliander, sir," the halfling replied, his voice barely rising above a whisper. He rose his gaze, but only by a fraction -- it wouldn't be proper for him to look upon the whole body of Soil unbidden, but surely seeing his divine feet wouldn't be worthy of consequence. And indeed, they did look as one might expect an avatar of the earth god's to look; like stone.
"You have come before me, Rolliander, to pledge loyalty and service as a priest of my path. Your services as an acolyte alone speak of your dedication, but tell me, have you any second thoughts lingering at the back of your mind?" A granite hand made its way down to Rolliander's cheek, the touch startlingly warm, though it was as smooth and featureless as carved stone. The statuesque hand made its way down to the halfling's chin, pressing it upward to lead the halfling's gaze. As Rolliander's head rose, he saw the Grand Shaper for the first time; it was a living statue! Of course!
In fact, the Grand Shaper's body was strikingly well carved, if that was indeed how he came to be. Every detail had been smoothed to perfection, with toned muscles to put any warrior Rolliander had ever met to shame. The Grand Shaper's beard was the most fascinating part of him, at first, as it bent and swayed like real hair despite its stone-like appearance, framing features that were neither old nor young; timeless in stone visage. Rolliander soon found his interest resting lower, however, at the Grand Shaper's rock-hard shaft. My, it was even bigger than his beloved elder priest's, and it was already standing straight!
"Rolliander?" The Grand Shaper prompted, ordering the halfling's wandering mind to return to his anxious little frame. The halfling began to stammer his response, still overwhelmed by the divine creature before him. Eventually, he decided that a small shake of his head would be the best way to answer, as his words had failed him for now. The Grand Shaper's hand left his chin, then, and came to reflect its counterpart in resting upon an arm of his throne. The Grand Shaper's legs shuffled apart, exposing the dwarfish god's hanging balls. The Grand Shaper nodded, then,
"Your trial shall begin now. You are to show me your dedication by tongue as well as hand."
The halfling had learned his lesson the previous evening with his elder priest; do not hesitate. He shuffled nearer, placing a hand on either of the Grand Shaper's knees. It was breathtaking how warm and still-set they felt; not quite like flesh, but like stone that bent inward when pressed. Rolliander ran his little hands up along the Grand Shaper's thighs, snaking his soft digits up toward the dwarfish god's divine cock. The Grand Shaper was watching him keenly all the while, absorbing the halfling's expression of crossed focus and arousal, taking careful note of the respect and adoration in his approaching caress. This was a well-rehearsed scene.
As the halfling's hands reached the Grand Shaper's crotch, they did not seize his divine cock or balls. Rather, they immediately went to the thick locks of braided stone-hair around those. Rolliander paid his attentions to the braidings for now, his fingertips barely nudging the godly vassal's sac every time they made their way down along their stroke. Though he was keenly focused on delivering his practiced performance, the halfling couldn't help but be distracted by how that sac drew up and stretched out in a slow gyration. Fascinated, he took his hands from the braided stone-hair, taking an enormous testicle in either of his palms. His fingers at the back of the sac, he rolled the balls from index to pinky, massaging and soothing them carefully. His anxiety not relieved, however, he looked up from his dutiful servicing, up toward the wonderfully carved face of his living deity,
"Is this to your liking, Lord of the Soil?" He asked, tentative. His view of the god's features were obscured by that enormous pillar as he leaned forward, laying his tongue on that sac. As he tasted it, he felt his mind become numb, a sudden euphoria stealing his thoughts from him. The taste was indescribable, leaving him somehow sated and wanting more all at once. He drew in one of the divine creature's balls, suckling at it eagerly, barley conscious enough to remember to reach up with the intention of stroking that immense cock.
As he felt his hand seal around the cock, he noticed that his fingertips weren't meeting with his thumb, despite his grip being as tight as it could be. That sleek pillar of stone was so wide! He began pumping away at it, heedless to whatever answer his divine lord had offered. For his part, the Grand Shaper had been mostly adamant; he had experienced this ritual near daily, and it was a rare prodigy of an acolyte who would draw affection from him. But this halfling boy, the wonder in his face... He rose a statue-like hand, laying it upon the halfling's cheek, pulling his head up and away from his scrotum.
"Yes, Rolliander. This is to my liking. You are to spread your ritual cream upon me. Do not tarry."
The way that this vassal of a deity, this god made flesh, had asked him not to tarry... Rolliander trembled with excitement! As he took his previously prepared vial from his pocket, he realized just how hot and sweaty he had become beneath his robe. Oh, hopefully his lord would ask him to remove that soon enough! He pulled the stopper of his thin little bottle, pouring the contents out over and a hand. Ready, now, he set both of his hands over that impossibly large shaft, stroking it from root to bulbous head, swirling once he reached the tip, massaging and caressing rather than pumping.
Though Rolliander had been focused on following the ritual's script to the letter before, watching his own deft little hands run up and down that phenomenal pole was enough to convince him to break from his practice, one hand reaching down to stroke and fondle the Grand Shaper's balls as well. This drew a surprised gasp from the godly vassal. Rolliander hesitated, surprised at the sudden break in adamance of his deity's reactions, the lack of clear purpose in the gasp. He was worried that he had failed, a worry dismissed when the god nodded an appoval and spoke. "Proceed, for now."
While Rolliander worked away at his deity's shaft, amazed by how the thing felt so impossibly smooth and inflexibly hard, he heard a door open and close behind him. Somebody had entered the ritual hall. A small glob of precum seeping from the Grand Shaper's stone-like cock dismissed any thought Rolliander had of looking back to see who it might have been, as Rolliander bowed his head to run his tongue over the slit of his lord's cock, collecting up the precious liquid. As he tasted it, his mind spent another moment lost in paradise, the sensation of warmth and bliss running all the way from his tongue to his fur-covered toes.
