The Offering
#30 of The Griffon of Paradise: The Full Account
Day...It doesn't matter.
Yesterday was an extra special day. I went down to the beach, where I saw my sign made from stones. "HELP," it read. Help for who? Help from what? I don't remember anymore. I know from browsing my journal that I am the one who put it there, but why would I want rescue?
No, there is no place I need to go. I'm home now, and I'm safe here. Without another thought, I picked up those rocks one by one and carried them with me into the jungle. They will be useful for making more tools for building the temple.
The temple, it's so beautiful now! I've finished some of the buildings around it. Was able to build a proper bedroom in one of them with all that stone. It was like that's what this room was for to begin with. The main temple is almost complete. It's a big, sloping pyramid with three sides vaguely resembling the mountain itself, and the one in my dreams. It was easy finding the stones for it, as they are darker than the rest.
A staircase leads to the main chamber halfway up it. This is where the rituals take place. I slotted the last piece of dark stone into place in the altar yesterday. The outer walls and the rest of the outbuildings could wait until later. What I needed to do next was far more important.
Every night I dreamed of the black pyramid in the sky, and the deity dwelling within it. The Spirit, that's what It wants me to call It. It created this island, and It tended to the people who came here. They were the ones who first built this temple.
Since my first night on the beach beside that lifeboat, The Spirit called out to me. The call was so weak at first, I scarcely heard It. But as It gained strength from my presence, Its calls got louder until I could hear them as whispers. Then It found Its way into my dreams, where It was able to tell me more.
All this time It called to me, and it took me far too long to finally answer. But I understand now, I finally understand after It had the strength to tell me more. That is why I was rebuilding the temple. It was awake, but It needed my help.
And It rewarded me with this new body, and this new life. Now that the altar was ready, I was finally able to repay The Spirit. Last night, I gave myself over to The Spirit in full.
I waited until the sun had set before I ascended the stairs. The way was lit by the torches I'd placed along the staircase and the walls beforehand. Once I reached the altar, I got onto it on all fours. Then I arched my back and curled my tail out of the way. I cannot remember if I thought or spoke the words next, but either way, I told The Spirit that I was ready.
At first, nothing happened. The night air was still save for the flicker of the torches. Just before I gave up and dismounted the altar, I felt a pair of hands touch my sides. I jumped, but quickly melted into that sensual touch. Looking down, I couldn't see anycreature touching me, but it felt even more real than any daydream I've had before.
Those two hands were only the beginning. I felt another pair settle on my breasts. I groaned as they were squeezed and kneaded, sending jets of my milk onto the stone beneath me. Before my eyes, I saw my milk soak straight into the altar, like it was drinking it in. A quick peek under me revealed the same was happening to my juices as they dribbled from my sex to the altar below.
More and more hands joined in. There were ghostly hands stroking through my long headfeathers, over my cheeks, along my abs, arms, and legs, squeezing my ass, and caressing my paws. The whole time I could only writhe and moan in ecstasy. Then I felt a set of fingers stroke along my lower lips, and I shrieked.
The steady dribble of my cum became a harsh stream as I squirted onto the altar. I came hard enough to leave a puddle before it could all soak in. Those ghostly unseen fingers slipped inside me, and I pushed back against them as best I could. I also tried to catch a few of the fingers on my face in my mouth to suck on them, but they wouldn't let me.
I was about three orgasms into this full body massage when I noticed vines growing along the walls and up the altar. They were also hanging down from the ceiling. It occurred to me I had cleared out all the overgrowth, so where did these come from?
It didn't take long for me to find out. The vines twisted and moved across the altar towards me. The ghost hands vanished as suddenly as they arrived as the rogue plants entwined around my arms and legs. I strained briefly against them, but they were stronger than me. But I was not afraid. This was The Spirit's will, and The Spirit would not deliberately harm me.
Once I was still, more vines approached. They were thick and bulbous, and possibly hollow too. I knew what these were for, and I opened my beak and spread my legs as far as my restraints would allow to accept them.
One vine slipped into my mouth and down my throat. My lack of a gag reflex let it get pretty far in, though it would pull out to let me breathe. Two others, coated in some kind of slime, prodded under my tail. One slipped into my pussy, while the other pressed into my tailhole. Once I'd relaxed enough, both popped right in.
And that is how I continued to serve The Spirit for the rest of the night. All three of my holes were pounded hard and fast. I could feel the one in my sex undulating as it drank in my juices. Occasionally it would bulge from a sudden influx every time I came. My eyes were watering, and it became hard to see. But all I knew was bliss. Raw pleasure from this primal, alien fucking made it difficult to think. But it wasn't my place to think during an offering, only surrender.
My haze was interrupted by the feeling of two more vines wrapping around my breasts. Both coiled tight and pulled. Hard jets of milk spurted from my nipples, adding yet another layer of pleasure.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp sting in each of my nipples. I looked down again to see thorns at the tips of the vines on my breasts. Before I could take my eyes away, I saw my nipples pulse. To my amazement, they began to grow longer and thicker, only stopping when they reached the size of my thumbs. The flow of milk from them grew larger in kind.
Once my nipples had finished expanding, the vines retracted their thorns and changed shape. Then, they pressed into my nipples. There was some resistance, but with a pop and a splatter of milk, they pushed their way in. Never in my life had I ever imagined I would get a titfucking like this. I could see those vines swelling as they drank in my milk straight from the source.
My eyes rolled back into my head as I came yet again. I'm not able to recall much after that. By the time I woke up, it was dawn. I was laying on the altar still, covered in milk and my nectar. I felt exhausted, but very, very satisfied. There were no vines to be seen. Had I imagined that part, like one of my other daydreams?
No, this was real. I was sporting new accessories I hadn't had before. My wrists and ankles had carved wooden bangles around them. Around my neck were multiple necklaces made from volcanic rock and small pieces of bone. A line of hemp strung with seashells sat around my hips.
As I inspected myself, I noticed that my nipples were now pierced with a pair of golden rings. I experimentally tugged on one of them, and was delighted when the swollen nub spat a trickle of milk.
I only took these things off to go bathe at the waterfall, then put them back on as soon as I returned to the temple. Then I took a short nap before I started to write this down.
It's official. I have been anointed by the Spirit, and am now Its humble servant. My life of aimless wandering and uncertainty is over. This is what I was always meant to be.
Rejoice! I've finally found my purpose.
-Gilda The Griffon of Paradise