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Gifting Seed to Their God

For Roureem

By Draconicon

T'lacatl was over the moon, and there was no shame in him for feeling that way. He all but ran up the great stone steps to the temple that overlooked the village, only slowed by his adoptive father calling him back from time to time. The slender lizard laughed, looking over his shoulder as he was called to a halt yet again, shaking his head.

"Must you go so slow, Medechikolli?" he called down the steps.

"You should save your energy, boy. You will need it."

"I know, I know, but...it's so close..."

"And you will see it soon enough. But patience, boy."

T'lacatl knew that he should have plenty of that. After all, he had been gifted with the chance to be the champion of the tribe, their representative to their god. It was all but a guarantee that he would be given the best in life once the ritual was done. High status, strength and power, the guarantee that he would never lack for companionship: that was all part of the gifts of the ritual, even aside from the great bounties of food, water, and fertile fields that would come for the tribe. All that and more was part of the deal that they had with their god, and part of why he, and other males, had come here again and again to give of themselves.

But that was nothing compared to his eagerness. His desire to be there, his need to see their god and offer his seed, meant that the common sense of taking his time and making sure that he was rested when he arrived were all but left by the wayside. The blue-green lizard all but bounced on the balls of his feet as he waited for the tribe's shaman to catch up with him, again.

Medechikolli shook his head as he approached, and despite his excitement, T'lacatl managed to look at least slightly abashed from his eagerness. He slowed down, planting his clawed toes in the soil off the stone steps, and waited obediently.

"I'm sorry," he said as the shaman finally caught up.

"Hmm."

"I know. I will...be patient."

The shaman patted him on the back, a powerful touch that nearly bowled him over and reminded him of what waited for him above. Medechikolli had been one of many that had been offered to their god in the past, and the marks of its favor were still upon the old lizard. Even through the dark blue scales of age, the other lizard's muscles were powerful, thick and bulging through his clothes, showing off just how powerful he had become through contact with their protector.

He had heard the tales, knew what would be expected of him. The strongest male of the year was brought forth, offered to their god in a celebration of copulation, bringing themselves together and then spilling seed. The more that was given, the better the tribe fared in the coming year. It was that simple.

Legends said that their year after Medechikolli had been offered up had been their best in memory. T'lacatl hoped to better that, in honor of the shaman.

"What will I see?" he asked as they continued their climb.

"It is hard to describe K'hatu Ahuacatli," the older lizard said, shaking his head a few times. "He is what he chooses to be."

"But surely, he has a shape that he favors."

"Heh, yes." The shaman chuckled. "He does."

"Well...what is it?"

"You will see."

"That -"

"Patience."

He gritted his teeth, knowing better than to push, but wanting to, anyway. The anticipation was killing him, making him wish that they were already at the temple, that he had already stirpped down and offered himself. He knew what was expected of him, but not yet what the god would do to get its offering.

Will I have to take it? Fight it? Will I be held down and...

There were many possibilities. He and the rest of his age-mates had been curious as to how it would happen, as those that were marked by their god were kept to secrecy, not allowed to speak of what had happened to them. Whether it was pain or something else entirely that held them back, it was powerful enough that nobody that had not been sent to the temple had ever heard of what happened there in detail, only what the task itself was.

He hoped that he would be able to suffice. He had saved his seed for the last few days, hoping that it would be sufficient for the task ahead, but he was still in the dark as to what would actually be done.

Soon, though not soon enough for his tastes, they reached the top of the steps. The temple, a great hut of wood and thatched roof, loomed over them. Polished wood beckoned them to the gateway within, and they stepped through together. Inside, merely three steps down, was the offering chamber, and in the center of that was a pit. A deep, dark pit that seemed to lead into infinity, well away from them, and far from anyone that had any good sense.

It was in that pit that their god lived, and as soon as they stepped into the temple, T'lacatl heard it moving. It stirred in the depths, and its great limbs pulled at the sides of the pit, dragging itself towards the surface.

"K'hatu Ahuacatli stirs," the shaman said.

"What must I do?"

"Strip."

He did so, and quickly. His loincloth hit the floor, and his belt likewise. He was naked already, his shaft swelling between his legs, rising in anticipation. Glancing at the shaman, he heard nothing against that, and assumed it must be the right thing to allow himself to do.

"What will we do?" he asked.

"You will give our god what he wishes."

"Just...giving it?"

"He will take it, if you tire."

"Will it hurt?"

"No."

That was all that he needed to know. So long as it did not hurt, then he imagined that he could give as he wished, for as long as he wished. His shaft throbbed the louder that the approaching sounds of their god became, and he grinned as he realized that this was finally happening. His dream since coming of age was about to come true.

He stood with his legs spread apart, his balls hanging down ever so slightly. He looked into the pit, seeing nothing through the dark at first, but then, finally, something shimmered in the distance. A sparkle, as if light off a gem, lit the bottom of the pit, and then another. And another. They moved, dancing from one side of the pit to the other, and he remembered stories of a great beast that leaped from house to house in the past, something with gems for hands, something that sought out the greatest and most powerful of the men and stayed with them for the night, doing who knew what to them.

This was their god. This was K'hatu Ahuacatli.

Finally, it breached the top of the pit, pulling itself up and free of the underdark. It shook from head to toe, writhing as if it were little more than a ball of snakes. Slowly, it came together, taking the shape of something else. A silhouette that was only vaguely a person appeared in the dimness, though one that had arms and legs that twisted and writhed like serpents rising from the winter snows. They slowly came together, forming rough imitations of hands and feet, where the hands twisted and clenched, where the fingers bulged and then lost shape before coming together once more. The legs twisted, flattened, and lifted as their god held its shape with some difficulty.

T'lacatl bowed his head, not daring to lower himself further. The god turned to him, eyeless, nearly faceless.

"I come as the greatest male of the village," T'lacatl said, standing up straight once more, thrusting his hips forward to display his cock, his balls. "I offer you my seed."

Their god looked at him, then glanced down. It reached out with one hand, the fingers changing, the palm shifting as it grew longer, impossibly long. Tendrils that were laced with legs like the edges of a millipede touched his shaft. It tickled, almost, and encouraged him to grow larger as they rolled and folded along his shaft.

It wasn't until they reached the base, where they touched the mark that had been left after the orgy of coming of age, that the tendrils stopped. They pulled back, and a low rumble, like thunder, filled the air. Medechikolli answered.

"He has come of age. He is marked as one of us. He bears your gift."

Another thunderous sound followed.

"He is as eager as you could like. He will give you much. Will you not?"

"I will." T'lacatl nodded. "I will give everything."

"Offer not what you can't give."

"I will give everything."

He had meant to come here to drain himself, to give all that he could possibly offer to their god. It would be for the good of their people, and it would, he hoped, make the shaman proud of him. It was one thing to be chosen as the offering. It was another to be the prime of manhood to eclipse his father figure.

He stepped forward, his shaft pressing into the reforming fingers. They were soft, almost wet in places, but slippery beyond anything that he had ever encountered. Even the oils that were pressed from the fruits further inland did not make something as slippery as the mere grasp of their god did. He dripped against those flexible fingers, thrusting his hips forward, showing off as much as he could.

"Take what I have to offer. I am your partner, tonight," he declared.

Their god looked at him, and if there was a way a creature without eyes, lips, or nose could smile, then it managed it. K'hatu Ahuacatli reached up, taking him by the arms, and bore him down to the ground. It was soft, gentle, and yet, in that grip, he knew that there was no escape, no sliding free from what it offered him.

His shaft slid between the creature's legs, and he could feel the tickling, tingling feeling of its unnatural body against him. More, there was something in the air, a heat, a tension that begged him to cut through it, to part it with his 'blade' between his legs. Each breath was akin to the fires of the orgy, of the lustful celebrations of his tribe, but stronger. So much stronger, to the point where he gasped just to take it in again. His shaft jumped, the rigid five inches begging for a hole, and he thrust forward.

It slid along the soft flesh of their god's groin, riding it, pushing upwards. He found something almost like a slit, something that made him think that perhaps their god was a goddess -

"Ah!"

Only for it to shift, opening and dropping another tendril. It wrapped around his cock, teasing it, closer, and he shivered as he felt the power of their god descending on him. That simple touch made his cock throb upwards once more, begging for more attention, throbbing like a new virgin before his first partner.

I am...better...than this...

He had the stamina to go more than once, and that was the only thing he needed. It mattered not how quickly he came, but rather, how many times, and how fulsomely. All that he had to do was keep going.

As the tendril teased him, stroking, coiling around his shaft, soaking him with the lusts of his god, he groaned. His shaft jumped, the coiled lines of the tribe's mark around his cock and balls glowing slightly in the presence of the great creature below him. Hands bejeweled with white diamonds rested on his shoulders, and the creature's tentacled legs slowly lifted.

But T'lacatl refused to allow it to take charge to that degree. It was his god, and he was its subject. And that meant that he would give it what it needed without it having to work. At least, for as long as he could.

Squelch. The wet hole at the tip of that tendril welcomed his cock inside, and K'hatu Ahuacatli paused, looking at him in surprise as he pushed himself in. He slid forward with ease, the passage greased and wet, open and eager for him. Even as he slid inside, he could feel the tickling, tiny tendrils already gripping him, teasing him, milking him. Whatever slicked them inside, it made him more sensitive, and the young lizard arched his back, gasping for breath as he laid over their faceless god.

"It's...so tight...and wet..."

"It will be."

"How long..."

"As long as you can."

"Mmmph..."

"Go on, T'lacatl."

Nodding, the lizard kept moving. Thrusting into that hole was hard, even when the tendril pulled back to allow it to rest inside that slit once more, but he kept moving, thrusting, taking his time to really work himself into that slippery slot. It was more than suitable for his cock, more than pleasurable, and that was the dangerous part. It was too easy to enjoy it, too easy to get into the feeling of fucking it, and he was already oozing pre-cum.

The twitching tendrils inside the bigger one were milking him, dragging along his cock, teasing it and keeping him as hard as he could get. His shaft was already popping veins along the side, and he could just barely make out the glow of his mark illuminating the room. Every thrust brought a shiver to his spine, and every time he bottomed out, he swore he could feel his balls pulling up, his sac begging to let loose its load.

Not yet. Last a minute...a little while...

He pushed in, out, in, out, taking the pleasure that came from sheathing his cock in the most divine of openings with the pleasure that filled the air, a heady musk and tingling power that made him feel more sensitive all along his body. His eyes closed tight, his body tensed up as he felt the tingling running up and down his scales, sending his tail rising high, making his shaft throb all the harder, making his balls churn. It was a sensation like nothing else that he had ever felt, and he could barely breathe through it all.

I am...the champion...I am...the chosen partner...I can...do this...

Through it all, the god was a surprisingly passive partner, but he knew that this was meant to be the village's gift to it, not something that it offered them. They had to pay, and the gift would be repaid based on how much he gave. In, out, in, out, his hips pumping almost mechanically to keep up with everything. In, out, in, out, each time sliding in, each time pulling back with that slippery, slimy cling-feel that followed.

Just a little more...

He had managed to last a minute so far. That was better than he had anticipated with a god, but it was still harder than he thought it would be. In and out, in and out, his cock getting sucked right back in every time that he slammed down, sucked on and pulled along every time that he tried to pull back. He swore...he swore that he was feeling it grow, too.

In, out, in, out, the sensations climbing higher. He had passed the point where he would have cum by his own hand nearly a minute ago, now, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out. He clenched his muscles hard, but it barely did anything. He opened his eyes, and the eyeless face of K'hatu Ahuacatli stared back at him, patient, waiting.

And then, he felt it. The tendril clenched around him, tightening until it was a flesh tube that was no different to his own shaft. It clenched, sucked, milked, pulled at him, dragging itself in until there was nothing between him and it, until it would have looked like an exact copy of his shaft inside of the god beneath him...

And he came.

"NNNNNNNGH!"

He arched his back, holding himself balls deep against K'hatu Ahuacatli, his eyes closed tightly as he felt his seed draining away, falling from him into that tendril. His balls pulled up, his cock jumped, and...

And it kept coming...

He panted for breath, feeling like he was emptying himself, his balls loosing their seed, his eyes rolling back, his orgasm extending for almost a full minute. His breath came shorter, his heart beat faster, but it just didn't stop. The pleasure kept coming, and the bliss kept going, and he felt like he was sweating bullets just trying to stay conscious.

Finally, who knew how much later, it stopped. He collapsed backwards, falling on his ass, and then on his back. He gasped for breath, but as he looked down, he saw that part of the god's blessing was already settling on him.

The mark along his shaft, his sac, and his groin glowed with purple light edged with darkness, the blackness spreading a bit and the mark becoming more visible. It had wrapped around the base of his shaft almost like a cock-ring, like the ancient things that the shaman and the elders of the tribe wore when they needed to be part of the celebrations. He chuckled slightly for a moment, only to gasp as it pulled tighter, almost like it was really there, and not just a mark of what might have been.

Yet, even as it tightened, his cock glowed. Some shimmer of red, purple, and a hint of black darkness wrapped up and around his shaft, pulling it upwards, keeping it hard. He watched as it stretched, pulling longer, further from him, taking on more of a pointed, needy appearance. He watched as it turned from five inches to six, to seven, growing outwards and slowing at seven inches long. It felt like he had gone from a dagger to a true sword between his legs, so hard, so wanting...

So full of lust...

K'hatu Ahuacatli stood over him, that collecting tendril between its legs still questing out, seeking shaft and seed as it moved like a serpent. The thunderous sound filled the air once more.

"He asks if you have more," the shaman said.

"I do..."

"Are you ready for him to take it?"

"Please...come to me...take it all."

"You risk much, saying that."

"I will surpass you..."

"...You don't have to."

"I know," T'lacatl said. "But I will."

Their god did not seem to care about their personal moment, but rather sat upon him, pulling his shaft between its legs once more. There was no moment of connection, no gentleness, no intimacy as there might have been with a mortal partner, but rather, just a moment of pleasure as he slipped into that hole once more. He groaned under his breath, his hands curling into tight fists against the stone ground as their god took him into its tendril, deep into its hole, and this time, there was no control on his side. He was left to take it, to enjoy it, or not, as he chose.

And he chose to enjoy it. The feeling of that slippery hole was there to be enjoyed, after all, so why should he not? Even if he was sensitive, even if it was nearly agony at first to be pulled in so soon, he was still able to enjoy himself.

"Ah...ah..."

He gasped for breath as K'hatu Ahuacatli rode him. Not by rolling its hips, but by the soft sucking, rolling, clenching of the tendril inside. Though he was sheathed between what looked like a woman's lower lips, he could feel the tendril riding him, lifting, lowering, sucking, pushing, gurgling around his shaft. Each pull, each twist, brought another blast of pleasure to him, leaving him gasping in short order.

"Nnnngh..."

Every time, every single time, it pulled him further down into that mess of pleasure. The aura that it put out made this his goal, his objective, his utter fascination. He thought of his people, and imagined how they would feel when they knew that he had done his best. When they heard that he had gifted their god with all the seed that he had, and more, when the year of plenty came, they would cheer him.

He would be their best. He would be known as the best.

Suck, suck, suck went the tendril, gradually milking him of pre-cum, pulling him towards another orgasm. How long had it been? Merely a minute? Two, since his last one? He didn't know. All he knew was that the sensitivity had faded and pleasure was overwhelming him. His hands clenched again and again as he forced himself to hold back, to take his time, to enjoy it as much as he possibly could as his god sucked him for more of his gift. There was time to enjoy it, to build it up, to make it bigger and better.

How long, though? How long?

He could feel the motion inside changing, his shaft getting sucked differently than it had been mere moments before. Was he growing again? Was he becoming yet more -

"Nnngh..."

T'lacatl groaned as he arched his back from the earth, feeling something more than he had before. His shoulders...they were wider, his muscles...thicker. He turned his head, looking down his arms, and as he clenched up from the next rolling suck along his shaft, he could see his muscles bulging out, thickening up.

Another...another gift?

It was amazing what their god was willing to gift them...what he was becoming for being a good champion. He...he...

He could not hold back any longer. He arched his back and came again, his balls pulling up once more, his seed spilling into the depths of the powerful being over him. The little miniature tendrils inside the larger one pulled at his cock, dragging his seed out and pulling for more, more, more. His balls felt like they were being pumped for everything that they had ever produced and more, and his cock felt like it was swelling, becoming stiffer and harder than ever.

T'lacatl bit off a scream of pleasure as he felt his balls pull up again, pulling almost flat against his groin despite the power coming off their god. The aura, the warmth, the tingling pleasure that just being in its presence provided kept him from emptying them fully just then, and he could feel them dangling further than before, running further down between his legs. It did not stop the pleasant ache of having them drained, but it was a pleasure in and of itself to know that he was gifted yet more from K'hatu Ahuacatli.

The sucking stopped, and the great being pulled itself off his hips. Once more, his shaft slid free of that tendril, and he had a chance to see it, see it properly again.

The black lines, the mark, had spread along the bottom half of his shaft, now, and he watched as seven inches came free, and then yet more cock followed. Eight inches, nine inches, longer than almost any other male in the tribe at that point, at least among his peers. He could imagine showing that, knowing that there would be glances of envy from all and sundry. The pleasurable anticipation of their reactions kept him hard, and yet still, their god kept sliding up.

Finally, it popped free, ten inches long, solid, firm, and thick. It was a shaft that would put any experienced warrior to shame, and he might even be able to outdo the shaman behind him.

If he had the energy to look backward, he would have. He was curious, but not curious enough to move right then. He panted for breath, barely conscious.

"...Not...done...yet," he managed to get out.

K'hatu Ahuacatli paused in its motions, turning to look at him once more. T'lacatl groaned, slowly using his new muscles to push himself to his feet.

"I said...not...done...yet..."

"..."

"I have one more...one more load..."

"You will be unconscious after this," the shaman said.

"I know...and so will...it..."

He had little doubt that he was going to pass out when this was done, but he knew for a fact that he had one more load to give. Perhaps two, but one for sure, and it would mean that they were completely set for the next year. He wanted this to be the year of plenty, the year of fertility, the year where the village made itself a paradise for all and sundry.

And that would only happen if K'hatu Ahuacatli glutted itself on him.

He managed to take two steps forward, panting as he gripped the god's hips, pulling it close to him. His cock, forced hard by that aura, unable to go soft any longer - would he ever have a soft shaft for the rest of his life, he wondered? - throbbed between the slippery, shifting thighs of his god. He leaned in, smiling.

"Are you ready...for the rest?"

He didn't expect an answer, and he didn't get one. Not in words, at the very least, though the creature did turn, his god pressing its ass out, and extending the tendril once more. Still others started rising from the lower part of the legs, ready to pull him in, to support him, to make it possible for him to finish.

T'lacatl would have been offended, but at the same time, he knew that he needed this. He could easily collapse if he didn't take his time.

As he stepped forward, that familiar tentacle wrapped around his shaft, as familiar now as his own hand. The lustful aura of the deity before him pulled him in, saturating him with the familiar feeling of lust, with the utter need that came with being consumed by that hungry thing. His shaft was tickled, teased, stroked, milked, and soaked with that same fluid as before. He felt his balls churning again, swelling. They were bigger than before, definitely bigger, though not that much fuller. He could tell that they were mostly empty, hanging down by the weight and blessing of the god under him, not from the seed that they still retained. He would be weeks in restoring that, perhaps...but it would be worth it.

He managed a few thrusts, taking his time to find his rhythm as the other tendrils slid up along his calves, along the backs of his thighs, pulling him in close. Each thrust was a reminder, a blast of pleasure, a blast of bliss that sunk his mind further and further into that endless pit of debauchery. He was tethered, kept from losing himself in it, but just...allowed to savor it. This was his reward, his place he was allowed to take in the presence of his god.

His cock throbbed, the tendril reminding him to keep thrusting. And so he did, driving his shaft deep inside of that slippery tube, forcing it to take him, forcing himself to take it further than any prior champion had. He just had to last a little bit longer, take it that little bit further, and he would be...

He would...

Just a bit longer...

T'lacatl was fading, and he knew he was fading. Bit by bit, he was losing his ability to stay focused, the tendrils doing the thrusting for him, controlling his hips and keeping him moving even as the one that sucked on his cock kept teasing him, keeping him hard and keeping him dripping. Just a bit more, he told himself again and again. So close to cumming, even if it meant that his sensitivity, his ability to finish, was starting to fade.

There was darkness at the edges of his vision, and he knew that he was close to fainting. But if he could just make it a bit longer...a little bit longer...In, out, in, out, his legs no longer obeying him, his hips no longer powering him forward. The tendrils supported him by the back of his thighs, by the cheeks of his rump, holding him up and keeping him thrusting. As long as he stayed conscious, he could be milked; as long as he was still aware of the world around him, his body would be allowed to keep trying.

In, out, in, out, sucking along his shaft, teasing under the head in particular. The little tendrils, the leg-like things gripping him there, pulling, rubbing, wiggling right into those sensitive spots normal tongues and fingers ignored. He shivered, panting, his tongue hanging out. The mark along his cock was brighter than ever, and he felt like some power had been given to him, some deep blessing that he would always treasure.

And then...

Then, he felt it. Just as some of the tendrils flicked at his balls, pulling at them, teasing them, just as he felt the dripping insides running along his shaft, just as he bottomed out one last time, he came again. He went over the edge, his eyes rolling back. Like both preceding orgasms, this one hit him like an avalanche, bowling him off his feet, knocking him for a loop and sending him all but rolling into unconsciousness. He had just enough time to feel his cock throbbing, bouncing, pulsing, spitting pre-cum and cum through his god, before his head tilted back and he dropped from the waking world to the sleeping one.

He felt the tendrils still holding him, felt the sucking, pulling, milking sensation continue...and then he felt nothing more.

Medechikolli watched the final result of the warrior slumping back, shaking his head at the sight. It was to be expected, but it was still something that he knew that the young male would be ashamed of later. However, there was something else that he had to address, first, before this was over. He stepped forward, tapping his hand against the great beast that held T'lacatl upright.

"He is done," he said.

"..."

"He is done," Medechikolli repeated.

" He has seed, yet."

"But he is not aware, not awake."

" ..."

"Release him. That is the bargain."

And so it had been for years, though most still believed that K'hatu Ahuacatli was a god in need of tribute. The shaman, however, knew the truth, and knew that there was far more at stake.

As the beast let his adopted son down, Medechikolli leaned down. He rested a finger against the lizard's throat, relieved to feel a pulse beating beneath his finger, and then slowly stood up once more. He held out his hand to the tentacled beast before him, shaking his head as it reached for him with its milking tendril. Instead, he gestured toward the great pit, motioning inside.

K'hatu Ahuacatli did not wish to leave, but it was bound by the agreement, just as he was. It eventually made its way into the pit, dripping with the enhanced seed that it had already milked from T'lacatl. It fixed him with a stare, one that promised that it would be back for more when it was allowed, and then disappeared into the pit. He shook his head as it left, kneeling by the tribute.

You had to push your luck...

He would not have allowed this if it weren't for the fact that they had this agreement. It was a thing that drained their youth on the regular, forcing them to bow before a monster, not a god, and give their seed to a creature that lived far from here. It was unknown what was done with that seed, but Medechikolli doubted that it was anything good.

Were it less than beneficial for his people, he would have told them what was really happening, but to speak up now would be to give up the blessing when they had grown dependent on it. A new generation was already on its way, and it was looking to be the biggest generation yet, one that would require the aid of this blessing just to survive and have their own children.

The things that we do...to have our life.

But at the same time, he was proud of T'lacatl. It was, after all, quite hard to stay conscious for even one milking from the great K'hatu Ahuacatli. He had managed to stay conscious long enough to give three loads, and that seed would be taken by the great monster, and used to make them all stronger.

You have done well, boy...I'm proud of you...

The End

Summary: A tribal community offers a 'sacrifice' of a virile young man to the tribal god.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Lizard, Creature, God, Milking, Cum Milking, Tentacles, Pride, Orgasm, Cum, Magic, Cock Growth,