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A gift for Valrith

Val allowed himself to be led through the wide sandstone road of the Xquityl capital. His chest burned and ached as his pads worked their way along the dull yellow path. A leather collar grabbed snuggly around the young albino ferret's neck, wet so it was tightening as it dried in the hot jungle air. What had happened? He was a good man and a good soldier, always happy to do what was needed for his village, his family and their gods. Val had done everything he had been asked or expected of him to please others. He whimpered soulfully and sniffed back tears as the ermine warriors of his rival clan walked him through the jeers of their citizens. The albino had done well in his last battle and could have fought much longer, happy to kill or die on the field, but his general surrendered. An old, gray whiskered ferret, tired of living and fighting, had volunteered all of Val's friends and compatriots for death. It was not fair. Val had worked so hard in his local guard to provide a good life for his mother and two younger sisters. Why could one old and cowardly ferret condemn him to a torturous death when all Inturatul warriors were supposed to be raised hoping for a brave death?

His rival Xquityl warriors had no pity. They tugged his leash and spat both saliva and insults at the proud warrior. They joked about is imminent sacrifice for their benefit. Val didn't fight for them, but he was to die for their crops and their gods. He would die so their citizens would be amused and could tell their friends about the pathetic ferret who cried all the way to his death. It was common knowledge that Xquityl prisoners met horrific deaths. Pikes around the Xquityl territories proudly displayed the terrified skulls of Val's fellow sacrificed Inturatul warriors. Even months after death, with the meat eaten of and the skin hanging loose from the bones, the skulls showed signed of their owners' agony and anguish. As he was led to the pyramid, Val sobbed; he could only imagine the horrors he would experience until life was literally ripped out of his chest in front of the contemptuous crowd.

The Xquityl townspeople were awful. Every step the ferret took toward the pyramid was degrading under their onslaught of jokes and name calling. Val found himself relieved when he reached the steep steps and was led beyond ear shot of their attacks. His guards became solemn. Words were not allowed on the pyramid, but the prisoner's tears were welcomed. It took nearly 40 steps before the pyramid plateaued. Val was huffing through his tears. It was time; he would die like a warrior and hold out his screams as long as possible to show the scornful crowd of ermine the strength and honor Inturatul warriors held.

The albino ferret was forced to stand within a circle cut in the flat stone and decorated with snarling jaguars attacking birds among twisting vines. It took Val a few breaths to steel himself enough to look up. One last sniffle is all he would allow himself then he raised his head and stared defiantly at his soon to be killer. The sight made him weak in the knees. Seated upon an onyx and gold throne was the Xquityl god, a jaguar that must have been nearly eleven feet tall had it been standing. Its eyes glowed with a bright, soul churning blue as if they were judging the ferret's entire existence. It was a male feline and naked save for the thin gold twine and emerald studded crown around its powerful brow. Val gulped and his jaw opened in awe as he took in the sight. No other party on the pyramid dare look at the jaguar, but Val could not turn away. Every muscle of the jaguar's body seemed swollen with strength, yet beautifully proportioned. Val's eyes drifted along the rippling musculature of the feline, eventually settling on the enormously full sheath and sack between the god's legs. The ferret salivated as his nostrils suddenly found the masculine scent emanating from between the cat's thick thighs. Each orb in the hefty sack was as big as the ferret's paws and hung as if filled with iron. Thoughts of death dissolved from the ferret's mind. All he wanted was the male before him. Every ounce of his being ached to serve the massive feline.

A lift of the enormous right paw was all that was needed to command the guards to rush and remove the clothing and bounds of the ferret. Val stood still, totally obedient before the beautiful deity. Soon the ferret stood nude with the exception of two gauntlets on his wrist that defined him as a slave. Val didn't mind. His groin burned with desire. His lungs could happily drown in the saturating scent of the jaguar's virile musk. Standing and waiting for orders, the ferret's clean, white fur was only broken by the pink rising from his tight sheath.

The jaguar pointed towards his loins. In that instant is felt as if the order was all Val had ever wanted. The albino ferret dove forward, pressing his face into the massive testicles of the god. Nothing had ever brought the mustelid more pleasure than to rubs his face against the firm, sweaty orbs. Scent flooded his nostrils as Val passionately rubbed his slender face between the two nuts. Growls of pleasure were all the jaguar would say to encourage the ferret. Val desperately wanted to spend days doing nothing but rubbing against the huge male's nuts. The ferret bathed in the earthy scent and moaned as he lifted each testicle with his nose then tongue. He had never even considered pleasing a male in this way, but nothing could stop him from devouring the experience. His small tongue yearned to lick the scent and moisture off the jaguar's nut sack. The balls were huge and delightfully heavy with godly cum. In that moment Val found a new purpose in life: to please the jaguar and help the enormous male release his trapped semen.

Sneers and growls could be heard from the ermine guards, but none would dare interrupt their master's pleasure. They could hardly bare the lewd, wet slurps as the white ferret hungrily licked the sweat off their god's balls, but it was not their place to say how the master prepared his sacrifice. All the ermines and the townspeople could do was watch as the ferret, intoxicated with lust, slurped his final drink of ball sweat and growl in disgust at Val's lust. The ferret didn't care. He needed to please the jaguar, and the enormous cock sliding from that thick furred sheath urged him on.

After several moments the jaguar chuffed. Val looked up and saw the hypnotizing eyes glaring emotionlessly at him. A deep rumble through the jaguar told the ferret it was time for the god to cum. Obediently, Val whined with desire and prostrated himself, rear in the air, before the jaguar, hips tilted and tail pulled to the side. A guard snorted at how willingly Val presented his backside, but that was all the guards would risk. With the grace of the wind the jaguar glided off his onyx throne and knelt on one knee behind white ferret. Val moaned with longing as the god's mighty paws gripped his hips and lifted them. The jaguar's cock head was wet with precum from the ferret's worship. He smeared the head under the white tail, drenching the pink pucker with his slimy fluid. Val noted that the head was as wide as his thigh and a brief flash of fear rushed through him. Such a large object could not fit in the ferret without causing considerable damage, but that fear vanished as pressure was applied under his tail by the jaguar.

The pink ring of the ferret held for a moment then spread with minimal defiance, slowly slipping around the jaguar's immense head. Val howled with a mix of pleasure and pain as the mighty cat spread him around his godly shaft. The head pushed in with a loud, wet slurp, the pop of the glans ridge making Val yelp and whine. It was torturous, but delightful at the same time. Val was pleasing his new lord and was joyous to take the jaguar's maleness. Force was needed to get the ferret down the shaft, its girth and length comparable to Val's thigh. Val snarled and jumped as there was an audible pop. The ferret's hip could not take the girth and the bone had snapped, but the jaguar didn't stop. He pushed into the broken ferret, working the moaning and whining mustelid to his hilt.

Val felt his organs shift around the massive intruder. His hips seared with pain from the broken bone and stretched intestine, but that was the cost to please his master. Once fully inside, the jaguar growled and began working his hips back and forth. He let the precum lubricate the insides of the ferret's tiny body. Val gasped and panted, each thrust filled his torso with godly flesh and he needed more. Despite the protestations of his fragile body, Val pushed back, wanting the jaguar hard dick to fill him.

The cat's thrusting got faster and harder. He drove into the pathetic, lustful body below him. Orange paws held the shattered hip as he began pounding and murring. The guards flinched each time a pop or cracked sounded out. The ferret's body could not take the size of the jaguar and every few thrusts caused a bone to snap. A squelch told the guards an organ had ruptured. Blood spilled out of the ferret's stretched hole, wetting the carved circle, yet Val pushed back and moaned for more. The townspeople cried close their eyes and covered their ears lest they hear the jaguar break the tender body of the sacrifice.

A massive paw covered Val's mouth and nose. He couldn't breathe! As the gigantic prick pounded into him, Val felt his lungs burn for air. Val's sight was filled with stars as his oxygen depleted. This was more than he had hoped for when he was captured! Val could not imagine the pleasure he felt being used as the large feline's cock sleeve. He was prepared to suffocate with the huge dick thudding inside him, turning his hip bones and spine into splinters. Val moaned as best he could, blood spitting through the jaguar's fingers. The ferret was ready to die

Suddenly the cat ground in and allowed a little air though his paw. Instinct drove Val to breathe in the hot, humid and now blood-filled air. With a roar, the jaguar came. Cum flooded the little ferret's guts in powerful, thick waves. Val tried to scream as the sticky fluid stretched his intestines. The cat did not release Val's muzzle and Val's wails came out as muffled moans. The white belly filled and stretched. Every pulse of cum was visible to the horrified guards as a ripple through Val's tightly pulled white belly fur. The pain was beyond reason, soon pushing out thoughts of pleasure and the desire to please. Val struggled to pull off the spurting dick, but the strength of the god kept him in place to take the load. Finally, and with searing pain, Val's side ruptured.

The jaguar released his toy just in time to let Val release a final, agonized scream before splitting organs ripped through his fur. The ferret's body exploded in a grotesque splash of cum, blood, bone and fur. The feline breathed heavily, his loins sated then slowly returned to sit in his throne. The unfortunate ferret survived the eruption. His limp head rested on its side in the middle of the carved circle. Gradually and painfully, his vision faded. He managed a last look at his killer, wiping its cock off on a piece of fabric on the other side of his mangled carcass. Val's clarity returned for one last thought: in front of an entire city of his enemy he had let himself be disgraced. The proud, young warrior died as nothing more than a bag to be cum in. A final whimper and a tear and Val, the Inturatul warrior, son of Kanturyl, brother of Xindrathara and Quatatyl died in a gory pool of jaguar semen and blood.

It was a tense few moments after the evening's climax. Everyone was afraid to move. Finally the jaguar nodded. The guards scurried to the mangled corpse, hurriedly collecting chunks of meat and fur. One guard, a brown ermine with a white band around his eyes found a large scrap of white fur that had once been Val's back and torso. The head was still attached. An onyx blade made quick work of the bones and cum soaked flesh attached to it. Sliding between skin and meat, the ermine cut the ferret's inside off the warrior's pelt. The remaining skeleton and meat fell with a loud, sultry splash in to the pool of blood and sex fluid. Within moments, the guards returned to their stations.

The jaguar rose and padded over to his mess. The pile of remaining entrails, semen and blood did not faze the deity. A large foot paw shifted the remains, squishing Val's liver as it inspected the destruction. Satisfied that nothing was left to eat or wear, the jaguar took a step back. He held his cock angled at the ferret's remains and murred. Blue eyes slanted as the Xquityl god relieved himself. A hot, yellow stream flowed from his prick onto the mass that had once been Val of the Inturatul. The flow carried the ferret's blood and smaller bits of flesh over the edge of the pyramid's plateau and out of memory. It took a full minute for the jaguar to relieve himself of his post-rutt piss onto the corpse of his sacrifice. Once done, the jaguar turned and walked behind his throne, towards his chamber.

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Weeks passed and it was time for another sacrifice. Once more a ferret, this time a female sable was led through the jeering crowds and up the central pyramid. She had done nothing to wrong anyone. She was a weaver and homemaker. Her only crime had been that their warriors surrendered to the Xquityl. Upon the pyramid she stood, bound only in slaves' gauntlets and a damp, tight leather collar. She raised her head and opened her muzzle in awe. Before her sat a muscular jaguar, its pelt as orange as the setting sun. The guards released her bindings.

The jaguar rose from his onyx and gold throne and walked toward her. He was massive and nude with the exception of a thin gold crown and cloth. He walked closer, she found herself looking into the eyes of one of her tribe's warriors. A white ferret head rested at the top of its round body. The clean, white fur of the torso stretched tightly around the jaguar's sack, ferret paws stitched as if holding one of the heavy orbs like a jewel. The female looked up into the glowing blue eyes of the Xquityl god. He growled and grinned. She lowered her head in obedience.

A large orange paw gripped the white ferret head on the band of the garment. It opened the dead ferret's mouth, allowing a massive, red cock head to protrude between the lifeless jaws. The female caught the jaguar's male scent and desired only to be his. She kneeled before the feline and sighed happily. With a deep murr, the jaguar relieved himself on her through her warrior's muzzle, drenching her in his scent and claiming her as his sacrifice.