Sacrificed to Ecstasy

by Lacy, Shay

  “You can choose to be the answer. Choice is needed to fulfill the prophecy anyway. A woman must give her chastity in joy to the statue of Vashon.”

  “I don’t understand. How would a woman give her chastity to a statue?”

  “The same way she would give it to a man.”

  “But a statue cannot move.”

  “The prophecy is about giving, about heart as well as body. Come, I will show you.”

  They had reached the mountaintop. Down below her the farmland stretched in a semicircle around a cluster of wooden buildings. But at this time of year the land should have been green and gold with new crops. Instead, she saw various shades of brown earth. Had the raiders stolen the tools to till the soil? Had too many of the farmers been killed?

  Elida led Rayan down the mountain path. Dust puffed from her sandals with each step. Stones skittered down the hillside ahead of her. The trees thinned and now she saw the brown color was not earth, but seared and stunted plants dying in the fields.

  “The crops will not grow,” Elida explained. “And we cannot survive here without food.”

  They crossed a small wooden bridge. The stream was but a trickle.

  “The water grows scarce too,” Elida said.

  They passed a thatched hut. A thin woman carried a thin child on her bony hip. She stared, her brown eyes sad.

  “Her husband was killed by raiders,” Elida said. “She has three small children.”

  Rayan could not speak.

  They passed another thatched hut, more thin children, more crops stunted and shriveled in dying fields.

  The dirt lane led under a stone archway into the village. In the square Rayan saw the statue immediately and stumbled to a stop. It was gray marble, a tall man roped with muscles. A naked man…with a huge erection.

  The priestess tugged Rayan forward until she was close enough to touch.

  Someone had skillfully carved a man in exquisite detail, his sculpted musculature, his proud stance, his eyes shining with triumph, his seductive smile, his arms outstretched in welcome, his long hair braided back from his strong face with beads. His powerful thighs and tight butt made Rayan believe he knew how to wield that erection, as a god of fertility should, and that any woman he entered would be fully satisfied. He was beautiful in every way. Sheer masculine perfection. He seemed to look right at her, calling to her deep, feminine core, which clenched in response. Her heart and breathing speeded up. This wasn’t Vashon. It was a stone statue. How could it excite her?

  His erection drew her gaze again. It was perfectly formed. She’d seen naked warriors, but the size of his… She swallowed. It would fill her completely. He thrust it proudly toward her, inviting her to touch him and to do more than that. You want me, he seemed to say. I want you.

  Her face burned with her heated thoughts. “It’s stone. Hard stone.”

  “It is smooth. If oiled, it can be done.”

  Rayan sputtered. “His cock is so big.”

  “It is the embodiment of Vashon’s virility and fertility. There will be pain, yes, but there would be pain with any man the first time. But being a virgin means he is first. A god must be first in our lives. We have not honored the gods as we should for far too long. Now Vashon asks that one person step forward and lead the way for others back into his loving arms. He will not accept anything less.”

  “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

  “I do. I am not asking you to endure more than the village women have endured at the hands of raiders, what you nearly endured yourself. We will help you, for the prophecy says you must experience joy with Vashon as well as pain. Please, you said you would do anything to repay us.”

  Rayan looked at the huge cock and swallowed. These people had saved her from being raped, only to ask her to do this. Villagers had come to stand around her, thin men and women. The men sported injuries from minor to severe—some wore bandages, some walked with supporting sticks, some limped and there were other assorted injuries. All of their faces pleaded.

  “Please help us,” one thin woman with a knife scar on her cheek begged.

  “We have nowhere to go,” an old man leaning on a crutch said. “And we will die here. If we are not killed first.”

  Rayan looked at the statue again. The cock seemed huge. She’d have to climb something just to get to it. Then how to get the deed done without falling? She feared the pain, feared the size of him would hurt worse.

  But looking around at the people who had saved her, who had been suffering under the gods’ abandonment for so long, she knew she must do this. Vashon’s arms welcomed her. His look of triumph seemed to tell her he couldn’t wait to be joined with her. His seductive smile said he would make her body sing. Her tight pussy tingled and her core clenched. Come, he signaled. I will fill you as you have never been filled before.

  She nodded, to the god, to the priestess, to the villagers, unable to speak past the nerves that blocked speech. She felt the villagers’ relief like a sigh.

  The priestess scanned the sky. “The sun will set in an hour. You will give yourself to Vashon at that time. Come, let us prepare.”

  An hour? Rayan needed more time, and yet she wanted this to be over. The priestess and several women led her to a small cottage close by. The woman who owned the house gave her bread and a wedge of cheese to eat. Rayan looked at the thin woman who’d given freely of her precious store of food. The woman smiled and squeezed Rayan’s hand.

  “Eat. You need it more than I do.”

  As Rayan nibbled, the women dragged in a wooden tub and a precious bucketful of water. Thankfully they left Rayan alone to wash. Hysterical laughter rose in her throat. She was cleansing herself for a stone lover.

  But at the thought of Vashon’s seductive smile her breasts tightened and her nipples peaked into painful, aching nubs. Her pussy clenched and wept tears of joy at the thought of his cock. Vashon knew how to satisfy. He was made for pleasure. She would do her best to please him.

  The women returned as she finished. She covered her breasts from their view.

  “But you are beautiful,” the priestess exclaimed. “Vashon will be pleased.”

  The other women nodded.

  Rayan knew he already was. She felt him calling to her in the same way the mountain had earlier. Had it been Vashon all along? She shook off the question. All she was sure was that he wanted inside her body. And his wanting was fierce and urgent.

  “He will bless us once again for giving him you,” the youngest woman said.

  “Come, it is time,” Elida urged.

  Rayan reached for her torn dress, but the priestess stayed her hand. “You go to Vashon a virgin. You do not need to cover yourself.”

  As the women walked her to the statue Rayan fought a lifetime of modesty. Her arm muscles ached from holding them stiff at her sides. Small stones, still warm from the sun, pressed into her bare feet. The square was partially shaded where the sun sank behind the mountain. But the statue was aglow with the setting sun. Vashon’s smile rivaled that glow. He looked so happy to have a lover coming to him at last.

  Someone had placed a wooden ladder against the statue’s outstretched arm. Rayan swallowed hard. She reminded herself any virgin’s first time brought some discomfort.

  The priestess halted before the ladder. “We have oiled Vashon’s cock to ease your way and have brought more for you to use on your own body. Would you like help applying oil to yourself?”

  Rayan’s face burned. “No.” Her pussy was still aching and wet as a result from her heated thoughts as she washed.

  The young woman beside her uncovered a small pot. A warm, intoxicating aroma filled Rayan’s nose. The square contained more than two dozen men and women of every marriageable age. Everyone stared at her naked body.

  “What are all these people doing here?” she whispered.

  “Witnessing,” the priestess replied. “They want to see a miracle and celebrate with you. The married ones wish to be healed so they can love
again. It has been difficult for the women who’ve been raped to allow a man to touch them. Once Vashon joins with you, they feel they can allow a man who loves them to join with them. The unmarried villagers are here to assist you if you need it.”

  Gods above. The village was going to watch as she mated the statue. She was unsure she wanted to know what assistance the unmarried ones would offer.

  “Please prepare yourself,” the priestess urged. “You must begin. You need to give yourself to Vashon before it is full dark.”

  With burning cheeks, Rayan dipped her hands into the scented oil and reached between her legs. She dabbed it there. Her own touch excited her.

  “Use more. Inside too,” the priestess advised.

  Rayan knew her face was scarlet with embarrassment as she pressed her oiled fingers inside her body. She’d never touched her body there before. The soft flesh gave under her probing fingers. A needy ache built. She wished she was alone so she could slide her fingers in and out and ease it.

  “Quickly now. Climb the ladder. It is not far. You will have to hold onto Vashon as you lower yourself onto his cock.”

  With trembling limbs, Rayan climbed the rough wood ladder. She could not believe she was doing this. But Vashon watched her with eager, lustful eyes. The aching between her legs increased. When she was slightly above the tip of Vashon’s erection, she swung her leg over and around the statue’s waist. She was surprised to find it warm against her bare skin. She gripped Vashon’s shoulders and held her breath. She froze, fear of the pain seizing her. She pressed her body against the warm marble and trembled. The warm, hard erection touched the entrance to her pussy and she smelled the scented oil from both their bodies.

  “Please,” a woman beside her urged. “Give yourself to Vashon. Save us.”

  “Save us,” other voices cried.

  Images of thin people marched through her mind, of ruined crops, of faces filled with pain and despair. And then she looked into Vashon’s warm, welcoming eyes. He would slake her need—and everyone else’s. All she had to do was let him fill her. She released her tight grip and sank onto the slick marble.

  The marble cock pierced her maidenhead and pain speared through her. Her scream echoed around the village square.

  “Vashon be praised,” the Priestess exclaimed, her hands raised.

  “Vashon be praised,” the villagers echoed.

  “Give the rest of yourself to him, girl,” the priestess ordered. “Let Vashon fill you completely.”

  Tears trembled on Rayan’s lashes and spilled down her cheeks, then dropped onto the statue. She pressed herself down on the marble cock. It was huge inside her, uncomfortable with its unyielding strength. There came a point where she could slide no further. Her pussy burned with this first plowing of virgin soil. But underneath the burn was a tingling, an aching for more.

  “Pull yourself up a little, girl. We will oil Vashon and you can try again.”

  Try again? But Rayan did as she was told by gripping the statue’s wide shoulders. Fingers brushed against her intimately where she was stretched wide. She jerked. Her widespread lips tingled and burned. The touch…excited. She clung to the statue and wished it were a live man who knew how to make love to a woman.

  “Once more, girl,” the priestess urged.

  Rayan slid down onto the marble cock. It plunged into her body and she gasped. Her pussy throbbed with a strange aching emptiness. How could that be when she felt so stretched? Yet she wanted, needed Vashon’s cock to move inside her. She needed…more.

  “Again, girl. Rise up.”

  Rayan pulled herself up, gasping at the drag of the marble cock head on her inner tissues. Again hands oiled her and the statue. This time she spread her thighs wide and accepted the caresses on her inner lips. The young woman spreading the oil smiled at her with a knowing look. Tingling spread from Rayan’s nether lips to the very depths of her body.

  “Now finish it,” Elida ordered.

  The sun set, throwing the statue into shadow. Rayan released her hold on Vashon’s shoulders and slid onto the cock. It powered through her body into her very core. She screamed.

  “Praise Vashon, it is done!” the priestess exclaimed. “She is fully his.”

  “Praise Vashon,” the villagers repeated.

  Some of the crowd wept. Rayan did too. Her body quivered around the marble cock. She’d lost her hold on Vashon’s shoulders, so the cock was all that held her up. The stone was a hard force inside her body. It caused an aching, unrelieved pressure.

  Hands pressed on her shoulders, forcing her harder onto the cock. She cried out in protest as it drove deeper.

  “You will take all of me.” The voice rumbled a deep bass in her head. Who had said that? There was no one that close to her.

  Rayan reached up for the statue’s shoulders, only to be greeted by golden eyes burning into her with possessive fire. The statue was alive. Vashon was here. She gasped. The god had come to earth…to be with her.

  Chapter Three

  His arms moved. His large hands caressed up her back, learning her body, to her delight. She arched into his touch. Then he gripped her and lifted her and slid her down hard on his cock once more. The tingling ache inside her ratcheted up another notch. The movement helped, but she still needed more.

  “Take all of me,” his deep voice ordered. “And I will give you what you need.”

  Again his hands lifted her and drove the cock all the way inside her, driving all breath and thought from her body. She saw stars. Her pussy burned with an ache she needed filled.

  “Now I will give you life.”

  Once more he drove her onto his smooth, hard cock. Hot liquid flooded inside her, shooting deeper than the cock, filling her with fulfillment and life and purpose. The tension inside her exploded and she screamed. Her body convulsed helplessly around his cock with a pleasure so bright it burned her from the inside out. It worked outward in waves from where they were joined, through her body and out into the world around her. Afterward she collapsed against Vashon, panting. His arms wrapped her tight to his body.

  “You have pleased me,” Vashon rumbled. Her body quivered with the timbre of his voice. Aftershocks trembled through her pussy. “You gave yourself to me with a generous heart. I waited a long time for you to come to me. Now I claim you as mine. You and the child that has taken root in you from our joining.”

  Rayan pushed away from his body so she could see his eyes. She didn’t understand what he meant. Already the gold was going flat as stone once more. No, she didn’t want him to leave her!

  “You will stay where you are tonight, joined to me, so that we may experience this pleasure again all night long. You will return to ride my cock every night for three moons.” His voice echoed less in her head, as it faded away.

  “Why?” she whispered.

  But there was no reply. His hands were no longer on her shoulders, his arms no longer wrapping her in their warmth. His eyes were gray marble, yet triumphant. Had she imagined he’d come alive? It had seemed so real.

  But she felt the wetness inside her where he’d come. The real god had to have possessed the statue.

  “Do you need help down?” the priestess asked.

  Rayan frowned. “But he said I must stay.”

  “Vashon spoke to you?”

  “Didn’t you hear him?” Had she imagined it after all?

  “No, I only heard your screams as you gave yourself to him and as you came with the pleasure of the joining.” The priestess paused, then added in an awe-filled voice, “What did he say? Tell me everything.”

  Rayan repeated what Vashon had told her. Then she realized what else he’d said. “He said he has given me his child.” She looked down as though she expected her belly to be swollen with pregnancy.

  “Vashon be praised! We are saved. Fertility has returned to the world.”

  The priestess and the villagers wept. They hugged and kissed one another. They lit bonfires that made Vashon’s statue glow. Som
eone brought out a drum and they danced around the square to its beat while Rayan clung to the statue. Her body throbbed where Vashon had claimed her.

  The dancing grew frenzied. The villagers had stripped to their linen drawers or wore nothing at all. Some of the men sported erections like Vashon’s. The people’s faces were slack with lust. Heated eyes reflected the fire. Hands touched bare flesh, caressed, aroused. Rayan jerked when she felt a hand on her thigh, drawing her attention away from the bobbing breasts and cocks. She was breathing hard. The priestess stood beside her. A nearly naked middle-aged man finished lashing a pole to the ladder so it stood on its own. Both of them were perspiring and bright-eyed. The priestess hooked a pot of scented oil to a rung.

  “This will help you endure the night.”

  Rayan wanted Vashon to return so she could experience again the ecstasy they’d shared. She wanted to see the joy in his eyes and bring a smile to his lips. She wanted to anchor him in this world. With her. She pushed that last thought away. She was a vessel, an acolyte, lucky that the god had chosen her to sate his lust for the next three months.

  She knew how to draw him back to her.

  Raising herself by Vashon’s broad shoulders, she winced at the drag of his cock inside her. The head clung in her pussy. A short struggle to free herself stimulated her until she was gasping. When she saw possessive satisfaction on Vashon’s face, she gave up trying.

  Rayan dipped her hand in the pot of oil and coated the smooth marble. She lubricated her widespread lips. When she brushed her clit, her legs twitched and the ache inside her increased. She rubbed the spot again. Her need grew. She slid down on his cock to seat it where it belonged.

  She wriggled on his cock, seeking sensation and pleasure. She caressed her clit again, adding pressure. Oh, that felt good. If only Vashon could touch her there.

  With some reluctance she released the nubbin to pull herself up again, then lowered herself. She worked the cock in and out. Her pussy and clit both throbbed with her efforts. She stroked her clit several times until she needed to ride Vashon’s cock once more.