An Offering for the Gods

The halls were filled with the sounds of quiet prayers and moans. The noises had finally become something of a comfort to you instead of another reminder of your imprisonment. The marble pillars are no longer the bars of a cage but the frame holding up your world. Offering you protection and a place among the people you once feared. As you walk through the twisting halls, your feet are silent on the floors. You approached the glowing doorway of the head priestess and knocked before entering with a bow.

"You summoned me?" You ask softly.

"There you are." Her voice was dark molasses, dripping down your spine, almost hypnotizing in its cadence.

"The general has chosen you for his offering." You looked up at the general. He was a Yuan-Ti male, big, and muscled in a way that you only got from fighting. His scales were the most beautiful midnight black, taking on an almost blue tinge in some lights. You have seen him here before and after many battles, offering up prayer and thanks upon the altars of the temple. He was beautiful, strong, and lethal. You felt the telltale warmth start in your core as you met his gaze. His eyes were black obsidian. You bowed your head as you were taught.

"It is an honor," you intone, the words coming automatically to your lips.

"Go and prepare yourself, the general has chosen a public offering." You bow and quickly turn on your heel, heading towards the bathing chamber. The room is draped in translucent fabrics, blocking it from view from anyone passing by. In the center is a deep bathing pool fed by a local hot spring--steam coils from the water in slow, lazy tendrils.

You strip and wade into the hot waters slowly, enjoying the warmth that seeps into your bones. You are met and bathed by other priestesses, some human like you, some Yuan-Ti. They bathe you with soft cloths and fresh-smelling soaps. Then, they have you stand before a mirror as they rub sacred oil onto your skin. Their hands wandered your skin with delicate flirtatious touches. You close your eyes as hands come from behind you and grab your breasts. They rub the oil onto your breasts before plucking gently at your nipples until they pebble under the touch. You shift and moan under the touches. While the set of hands pluck and pinch at your nipples, another pair of hands rub oil along your legs before cupping your sex. They make sure your skin is thoroughly coated in oil. The fingers strum across your clit with slow teasing circles. The scent of the oil envelopes your senses as the hands touch and tease. Arousal pools in your core. You begin to feel the heady feeling that comes with being an offering coat your senses. Everything seems slower, and yet vivid in detail. Sensations feel heightened; you know that the Gods are already preparing to receive their offering through you. The weight of their presence settles over you like a well-worn coat. You emerge from the baths draped with the gossamer robes of an offering.

Your bare feet pad almost silently down the halls to the audience chamber. You feel like you are being carried by a river, moving forward by an inevitable force. You float into the audience chamber, the hundreds of candles spreading their golden flickering light through the room. It smells of the rich incense that burns in the brazier to the side of the altar. There are priestesses, soldiers, and civilians gathered in the seats ringing the chamber. Most of those in the seats are Yuan-Ti. You go to the low stone altar in the middle of the room, where the head priestess waits with the general.

"This offering is made as thanks to the Gods for the success of the most recent battle. We witness this offering in thanks and to honor those who did not make it home, that their souls find peace in the beyond." There are murmurs of assent from the crowd around the room. The head priestess removes your robes, intoning prayers all the while. The general watches with rapt attention, eyes roving over your flesh hungrily. You sit on the altar and he comes to kneel before you, bowing his head in silent prayer. The priestess walks off to her seat, holding your robes as you look down at the shining head bowed before you. His scales are gilt in the candlelight, you admit to yourself that he is a beautiful male.

His hands make their way up your legs before parting them before him. He lets out a small noise of appreciation as your glistening folds are exposed before him. He opens his mouth, revealing the pearly white within, before his black tongue carefully flicks across your folds, tasting you. He lets out a groan before you see his slit part and his two cocks emerge. He strokes them both in his large hand as he flicks his tongue up your body, tasting the oil that glistens there. You can't help but let out a short gasp as his tongue flicks over first one sensitive nipple, then the other. Long dexterous fingers find your opening, dipping in teasingly before circling your clit. You cannot help but shift your hips into his hand greedily. His finger spears into you quickly before on the next thrust, the second joins. You lean back, opening yourself more to him, your hips dancing to meet his hand. He smirks at you, feeling your hot pussy clamp eagerly on his fingers. His fingers curl knowingly, hitting that beautiful sweet spot over and over again. The first orgasm comes quick, and you arch your head back and moan. You feel yourself clamping rhythmically around his fingers.

The fingers are removed, and through bleary eyes, you watch him suck your essence from them. He crawls up your body, his scaled form cool against your overheated flesh. His cocks part your folds as he rubs them along your slit, coating them in the remnants of your first orgasm. You writhe under him, so sensitive to any touch. He notches his two cockheads at your entrance; your only warning before he begins to push inside is the tensing of his arms on either side of your head. You feel yourself slowly being split open, and you scream. No matter how many offerings you are a part of, you will never get used to the sensation of two cocks splitting you open. He groans as he pauses, the squeezing of your tight pussy around him causing him to shiver. His tongue flicks out, tasting the sweat upon your brow.

He renews his efforts, burying more of himself into you with each thrust. When he seats himself fully, you are panting and gasping, a writhing mess under him. He smiles down at you and grinds his body against your sensitive clit. You clench around him, letting out a long, low moan. He starts his thrusts shallow and slow before increasing in depth and speed. It is not long before he is ramming his entire length into your clenching cunt as you howl out in pleasure. His clawed fingers grip your wrists above your head, digging into the soft flesh there as he keeps you pinned. Otherwise, his slamming hips would have you moving across the altar. You feel his rhythmic thrusting begin to falter as he gets close to his end. You wrap your legs around his hips, allowing him to get just that much deeper into you. You feel him smack your womb with his cock heads, and it pushes you both over the edge. His roar of pleasure joins your shrieks as you both cum together.

You are a shivering mass of nerve endings when he finally withdraws from your body. You feel the wave of fluids leave you as he pulls out. You know you are the picture of defilement, laying there panting, eyes unfocused as his seed pours from your abused cunt. You can't bring yourself to care. To leave a priestess like this is the ultimate offering. He takes a wobbling step back before straightening his spine and bows to you on the altar. Another priestess runs up to him, offering a cloth to clean himself with, you notice with a sense of satisfaction that you left plenty of yourself across his lower abdomen. He bows to the priestess but refuses the cloth; he will wear the evidence of your joining with pride and honor. His stride is strong but unhurried as he makes his way from the audience chamber, proving that such a robust offering is nothing for a male such as him.

Another priestess helps you sit up while the head priestess instills more prayers to those who have gathered. Their prayers and moans filter down to you, finally breaking into your awareness. It is not uncommon for viewing an offering such as yours to "inspire" others to contribute their offerings to the Gods as well. The priestess helping you will lead you to the recovery chamber, where you will be fed and allowed to rest before you are bathed again. Your body twinges as you begin your move towards the chamber. More of your combined fluids sliding down your thighs.