The Forest Shrine
#1 of Forest Shrine
The Forest Shrine
Once upon a time, long ago when magic was still plentiful in the world there was a shine in the forest. The small shrine dedicated to the old beliefs was built of old stone and in the ways lost to the Buddhist and the Christians.
For many years the shrine had lain forgotten and unused in its bamboo forest, long enough for the gods in attendance to forget themselves and become little more then the animals they resembled. But all this was about to change. For you see an intruder had entered the forest, seeking the shrine, the old beliefs and its gods and demons.
The Maidens hair stood out against the snow blanketed environment like a black river that cascading down from her cream colored face to halfway past her shoulders, her snow and frost rimmed crimson kimono a blood splatter against the landscape. No. No she did not belong here in this expanse of beast and wilderness, an intruder to it quiet stillness. And yet she pressed on un-welcomed and alone, back stooped over with a great burden, seeking that which was lost.
As the brilliant white of the snow muted to the soft blue of night the maiden found the lost forest shrine. Numbly she climbed the steps, her silk wrapped feet cold and dead beneath her till at last she reached the summit and stood within the low vestibule. The vestibule before the maiden was dark but mostly free from the short winters grasp, and as the maiden moved deeper into the small shrine, her eyes slowly adjusting to the dim light. The interior was plain, a uniform grey save for the straw woven floor covering and ancient wood alter.
Slowly she made her way to the alter, a small trail of blood rimmed prints from her slippers in her wake. Painfully the maiden knelt before the alter, crying out as her frozen feet broke beneath her. She produce a kit of flint, steel and incense and fumbled to light them, blackening frozen fingers fumbling several times before being able to finally light some of the dry tinder. Placing the incense upon the bone offering plate the maiden rest once again upon her bleeding feet and whispers a small prayer.
The maiden waited for a response from the old gods till the incense burned out and the fragrances faded into the night air. Her body was rejuvenated from the rest but her mind was still tired and bore its heavy shackles of worry. Stiffly she arose and moaned from the pain in her feet as she exited the small shrine and back into the quiet forest. The maiden stopped climbing along the cold path back to wherever she had come from as a white stag came before her.
** Why have you come to pray at the lost shrine Little Maiden?**
The maiden fell prostrate before the beast, pushing her hands and forehead into the crisp snow. ** I have come seeking guidance my Lord. My husband lies dead before we could know each other and because I had not given him a child, let alone a son my parents are want to sell me off to be a whore so they can at least get some of my dowry back.**
And why seek us and not the Buddha or the One God?
Whimpering through hopeless tears the maiden chokingly responds . I do not believe in the Christian One God, my Lord. And when I approached the Buddhist they would only offer me council. That my problems, even my husbands death! , was created by the seeds of my bad karma and that I need to seek enlightenment through my suffering. Then I remembered of my grandfathers stories of the old gods of the land and this shrine.
The White stag pawed at the ground and bowed his heavy antlered head. ** Be warned that a covenant with an elder god comes at a heavy price Little Maiden, but if you wish we can give a purpose beyond a life of prostitution. Return to your life until the snows melt and if you still wish to make a covenant then come back the shrine and us.**
*Thank you my Lord, I shall try to make myself worthy of your words and you. * When no response came the maiden glanced up and saw that she was alone. The maiden looked about her and stood only the snow where she had knelt was disturbed. She didn't know if she had spoken with a god or cold induced hallucination, but she did know that she didn't want to be a whore so she would come back here to either make a covenant with an elder god or to die.
Weeks passed and the maiden's family eventually did sell her to a brothel and there, as the weeks turned to months, she suffered many great indignities to her flesh and soul. When the days began to warm and the snow melted away she took wing from the brothel and under the cover of a moonless night she threads her way back through the bamboo forest and the old shrine.
The woman who entered the shrine was a maiden no more. Her raven black hair had been cut to an inch above her shoulders as was deemed necessary by her new status and no longer looked like a flowing river; a faded red-pink hemp stitched robe had replaced her crimson silk kimono from before as well. A common whore such as she had become could not afford the oils and other materials it took to maintain her hair or clothing of old.
The whore removed her flint and steel and lit a single incense to place on the bone alter. She offered no prayer, only silent, tired contemplations. The incense burned its way down and she cried, the taint of her life beginning to lift from her. When the perfumed smoke cleared from the shrine the whore pulled a small boned knife from her hip and with a sigh placed it upon the mat before her, after all she had come to entreat a god or to die.
The whore picks up the knife and draws it close to her ribs, sliding it down to the third set she turns the blade flat and pulls her dominate hand free. Bracing herself to bring her hand back solidly against the knife she jumps and looses the blade as the god speaks to her. So you have come back Little Maiden. Are you so eager to make your covenant that you would rather die then wait for its chance?
The whore shifted to face the stag and placed her forehead on hands on the straw mat . My Lord! I am no longer worthy of you My Lord. My body has been tainted by the pleasure of many men and I am a maiden no longer.
** Yet you are here no the less seeking a covenant?**
** I... I do... not know why I came my Lord. To be honest I thought you to be only a hallucination my Lord.**
Tell me then whore, would you rather die then lay with another man?
The stag gods words where hurtful to the whore, but no worse then she had heard before. ** Yes my Lord. The men of the village get great pleasure from using me and I am ashamed to admit that from time to time I have come to a pleasure as well, but I do not have anymore dignity left to give them.**
Very well then whore I offer you this covenant. Open yourself to me and become by bride. If you do so you shall become wife to these woods till we, the elder gods slumber.
Silence hung in the air as the whore thought over what the stag god had asked of her. She thought that she had no dignity left to give yet the god had found one ragged piece left within her to burn. The stag might be a god but it was still in the form of a deer and lying with it meant that she was nothing more then a base animal herself. Yet he offered her a life here in the forest as his earthly bride in exchange of that one last indignity. To die, go back to village and continue being a whore or become the bride of an animal, her choice although repulsive was easy for her to make.
The whore laid back and lifted her knees wide, slowly lifting her skirt over them and letting it slid down here trim thighs till it exposed her glistening black haired sex. She bunched the cloth to her stomach then shifted and opened her legs wide to fully expose herself and welcome the god to come and pleasure himself. She drew pleasure from the stag's warm breath as he came forward, sniffing against her sex. The stag began to rub its muzzle along her vulva and she closed her eyes in shame as her breast firmed and the nipples became engorged and sensitive, a wet tickling spread from within her inner self and she took in air a breath sharply when the god's thick tongue cleaned her of aroused moisture.
She opened her eyes and looked at the beast longingly when the weight of the god fell upon her in all the right places. His warm furred body rubbed and kneaded her beast as they shifted to get comfortable until she felt his hot slickness against her thigh. The thick tipped cock traveled slowly inward towards her crotch leaving a filmy trail in its wake. The Stag continued to shift as he aligned himself to her opening, hungry sex. The first thrust was against her inner thigh, the second her mons. The third slid along her taint and pierced her ass checks.
The stag shifted again and thrust hungrily against her, Hs hind legs lifting her pelvis why his stomach muscles shifted her alignment downwards. Grunting painfully the whore grabbed a hold of the deer's thick fur and clenched her thighs tightly against him as his blunt tip found and penetrated her. She gave a huffed groan at his every thrust, the animalistic hammering making her unable to catch her breath properly. She began to pant as he continued to work his throbbing cock deeper into her opening, stretching her far wider then ever before. The mating was as tender as it was rough and the end would find her lounging sweating, tired and sore beneath the stag leaking their combined cum.
Several days, maybe weeks pasted and she was pleasured by the god many times each time making her feel healthier then the last, but eventually the god left the forest wife to attend to his realm. She never needed to worry though for as the god had told her she was now a wife to the forest and it provided for her. Berries near the shrine where always ripe and animals came to her to die so that she could have meat to eat as well.
As the seasons changed so too did the forest wife and as the spring continued its track to summer the wife found her skin and hair bleaching white. It was strange to her, but it did not frighten her for she was now a bride to a god. The spreading fur however became a problem during the languid days of summer where she would spend most of her time wallowing in the cooling streams or playing with the growing fox kits. At night she would rub her stomach, growing with the life within till she fell asleep. By fall she was more deer then human, and winter found the gravid doe screaming through the pain of childbirth. Afterward, when the forest became quiet again, if one would look into the shrine they would see a humanesque fawn suckling is mother greedily.
The new spring would find a fertility goddess opening her legs and inviting a young todd to come and play.