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Grunika focused her mind and tried to steady her breathing as she smeared the bright red paint with two fingers across her brow and the bridge of her nose, then again vertically, across her eyes, forming a cross-cross pattern. She winced as she drank the bitter numbing tea, reminding herself of its purpose. Finally, she breathed deeply of the sacred incense that would allow her body to take a form fit for the ritual's designs.
She knew her time was short. She could already hear the sounds of the witchhunters' boots growing closer. With their numbers the monsters she'd conjured from the Dreaming would only hold them off for so long. They would buy time. Time, thankfully was all she needed.
She stood up from the fire, discarded her deerskin garments and stood naked, her skin, the hue of spent charcoal, illuminated from beneath by the fire, and from above by the light of the harvest moon. She was unsure if the goosebumps that covered her body were more from the autumn chill that swirled about her or from anticipation of what was to come.
She did not deny a certain fear at facing the ritual. It had been done before but the witches who attempted it died more often than not. Now though, with the witchhunters hot on her heels, she had the the choice of facing a drawn out death at their hands or risking it all on her own terms. The choice was obvious.
She donned her antler headdress and set the buck skull down upon the altar before her.
"I call upon thee, O He Who Shakes the Pines, Herald of Autumn, Keeper of the Sacred Grove. I bring you an offering: my body, that it might satisfy your lust, my womb, that I might bear thy seed and my spirit, that I might serve thee forever. I call upon thee by name: Ungul-Sha'ir, Ungul-Sha'ir, thrice I call thy name, Ungul-Sha'ir!"
For a moment nothing happened, and for a few panicked seconds Grunika worried that she had done something wrong; that she had failed. Those fears were immediately put to rest. the fire went out life a candle snuffed, leaving only the pale moonlight as a hulking shape rose up from around the altar as the buck skull rose with it, the vines and bits of earth and writhing, solid shadow eventually settling upon the form of a great hunched thing, with hands like a man or ape, a body like a great bear, green as the pines, with the buck skull, it's eyes now aglow with life, forming the head.
It lumbered toward Grunika, awkwardly at first and then with more purpose as it lunged toward her, one arm outstretched. She did not resist as it set upon her, and cast her down upon the forest floor. She felt its hot breath on her face as it loomed over her, supporting itself on one its forelimbs and pinning her down, wrists above her head and opened its mouth. Its long, slick, hot tongue let off steam in the cold of the night, as it coiled around her face, tasting her like a sweet treat before slithering it's way into her mouth and down her throat. The tea had dulled her gag reflex considerably but she still had to fight off the urge to heave as the taste of raw meat and chlorophyll filled her mouth.
Grasping green arms emerged from the beast's torso and began to roughly fondle her breasts, grabbing and squeezing and flicking her nipples with their nails, making them hard. It withdrew its tongue from her throat and went to work slipping and sliding across her breasts and belly. The beast sighed in lascivious reverie as its earthy-smelling saliva coated Grunika's nude, trembling form.
As it did so, Grunika felt vines creeping up around her ankles, roughly pulling her legs apart, exposing her already dripping wet pussy to the cool night air, before finally stiffening into woody shackles that fastened her to the ground as the god's long tongue migrated southward and licked her slit mixing its earthy juices with her own, eliciting a moan as the lustful beast hungrily slavered her clit and explored her insides before finally retracting.
As incredibly wet as she now was, still she watched with a mix of awe and terror as from between the back legs of the creature called Ungul-Sha'ir, a bulbous, phallic shaft formed. The pulsing member glowed a pale red, in stark contrast to the earth tones of the rest of the creature. Grunika inhaled sharply as the penis-like organ, the length of a man's forearm and near-enough as thick plunged inside her. As if anticipating her gasp the beast's nimble tongue lashed itself around Grunika's neck, stealing her breath and allowing only the the deepest, most desperate gasps purchase as over and over, with feverish rhythm, the forest god thrusted into her, it's full massive weight behind every gyration.
Grunika had practiced for this specifically and had plenty of experience fucking demons several times her size besides, so she'd had cocks this big before, and she was used to how rough a lust-mad monster could be at any size, but none of that truly prepared her for the experience of being taken by Ungul-Sha'ir. The way he moved, his hot breath and saliva steaming all over her in the cold night, his shambling form shifting with each thrust of his divine rod, it was less like fucking a creature and more like fucking a landslide or an earthquake.
