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To Lick A God (Aeon Tralion & StormWolfsong)

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Ryll (r-IIL) n. American Mythology

The third god of the Litvian pantheon, god of sexuality, fertility, and father of erotic misconduct.

Litvia was thought to be an ancient colony located in Maine. If true, it would be the oldest colony ever recorded in North America. However, no hard evidence has ever been uncovered, and all that remains of this supposed lost culture are stories told by Native American tribes.

The culture is thought to have been eradicated by disease or malnutrition, if it did indeed ever exist. -excerpt from "Lost Legends of North America" by Martha Gladstone (Red Roof Publishing, 2001)


Ryll sat in the dark, his once promising throne room faded and all but forgotten. He stared into a silvered pond at his feet, looking at all his 'domain' and followers. A coffee shop barista, a desperate writer still hopeful to keep his annoying boyfriend, a plump crone with a shrine to every god she could name and three cats for each godly statue in her home. Ryll scowled, rubbing his eyes.

His followers were fading, and he'd not had a true prayer or offering in nearly one entire year. For gods, this was quite troublesome, even dangerous. A lack of prayers meant loneliness, a lack of offerings meant he grew weaker each day, and a lack of followers meant he would fade from existence entirely, the way of all forgotten gods.

But how could he make anyone believe in him with but one small shrine made by a long-dead artist, no churches, and little power to affect the material plane? If he had but one true follower, maybe two or three, and a proper offering, anything at all would do so long as it was done with true devotion, he would have all he needed to emerge once again.

Ryll looked around the room at the sullen statues of his fellow gods, the lost pantheon of Litvia. All forgotten, all dead. Only he remained, and only then because of local legend, passed from generation to generation, highschool students desperate to find love, bear a child, or be ravaged, and the occasional middle-aged woman seeking out old cultures in the hope of finding a mate or rekindling lost love.

Ryll waved his hand, the shimmering puddle beneath him fogging and clearing in a blink, revealing his one remaining Shrine.

In a brilliant autumn woods, deep in the heart of rural Maine, was a small clearing, no more than thirty feet across. It was overgrown and ill-kept, some would even call it 'spooky,' but there was one thing of beauty: a statue. The statue was of a tall man, over six and a half feet tall, carved from polished white marble and inlaid with gold. The statue was beautiful, his face feminine but proud, his long hair braided down past his shoulders. He was muscular and strong of stature, holding a hand aloft to heaven. His bare torso was strong, the smooth lines of his muscles leading downward to his claim to fame.

Ryll's statue and sole remaining place of worship was famous, primarily, for its amazing penis. Fourteen inches long, slightly curved up and nearly twice the thickness of a mortal man, it stood as a testament of phallic beauty.

On several occasions in years passed, a timid, lone maiden would approach, gape at him, flustered, and then timidly kiss his tip or give a single slow stroke, but such an action was not enough to give him what he needed. Ryll would need devotion to awake, for the legend told in the nearby town of Rushing Creek was true: 'If a maiden finds the statue of Ryll and pleasures it well enough, her sexual desires will come true."
 
Sonya and Sara Sanborn ran through the woods away from the cabin where their family was staying, the two had grown up in Florida not far from Tampa and had never been out of state until two days ago when summer vacation began. Their father had been given permission to use the cabin by one of his friends who kept it in their family but hadn’t used it for at least two years. Sara had as usual been worrying over whether or not there would be a mall close by, Sonya had looked at it as an adventure. At fifteen Sonya found everything to be an adventure, she loved life and especially as she had learned during an outing with the community program in Florida, she had found she loved nature itself. The flight from Florida to Maine had been long to her because she wanted off the plane, even though technically it had only been a few hours.

When they arrived at the cabin the night before, she had instantly found herself at peace with the surroundings and sat outside as long as she could on the porch. If she had been allowed to she probably would have slept on the old porch swing just to remain outside. It was so peaceful and this morning had been wonderful. Her dad had woken them up and they had a morning breakfast before going for a small family fishing trip. Sara had refused to bait her own hook, saying that she was not touching worms. Sonya on the other hand was told by their dad she was a natural. Granted Sonya was missing her shows by being out here, the new episodes of Teen Wolf and the new show Under The Dome were things she wanted to watch but they had set things to record back home.

The only problem Sonya had with fishing was getting the hook out of the fish she caught. She always struggled to keep hold of the fish so her dad had helped her. Still, for four hours of fishing they had got three fish and Sonya had been the first to get one. After they fished they went swimming and now the girls were running around just enjoying things. When they came to a clearing, Sonya trailing behind and breathing heavy as she caught up she noticed her sister stopped. “Look at that Son,” her sister pointed toward a statue that rested alone within the depth of the overgrown clearing. Immediately, Sara started forward and curious Sonya followed.

As they neared the statue, they were looking at the backside of it and Sonya breathed, “Wow, that’s so out of place.”

Sara on the other hand stepped around it and her mouth gaped open, “Oh my God!” She exclaimed, the seventeen year old lips pursing into a smirk. “Look at that cock.”

Hearing her sister’s terminology still surprised the fifteen year old at times and she blushed even before she moved to stand beside her sister and look at what she had seen. “God, that would be amazing to feel inside.” Sara’s words broke through Sonya’s shocked reverie and she looked at her sister who shrugged, “Hey, you knew me and Bobby had sex. His wasn’t nearly as impressive as this one.” Right by the marble statue was a smaller piece of marble covered by grass. Sara knelt down and started pulling away what she could until she uncovered a small saying that spoke of awakening the god entombed in marble.

“You said you barely felt anything, Sara…” Sonya reminded her older sister with a teasing tone, while she didn’t know the way it went and she had never even considered having sex or anything, Sara was very blunt about certain things and sometimes she would leave Sonya unable to even think of a witty response. All Sonya could do is blush when her sister got started and sometimes she would even zone out rather than listen to her prattle on.

“Well, that’s because he wasn’t half this size.” Her sister glanced at what she had uncovered and squealed, “Ooh, yummy…”

The look she gave Sonya had a pit of unease going through her stomach, “It says that with some attention to the cock you can summon a god.” Sara started and Sonya watched in horror as her sister moved forward and took the marble member into her hand before leaning in and swiping her tongue across it several times.

“I can’t believe you are doing that… I mean, germs…” Sonya said, her face still beat red as she saw her sister lick along the entire length and shook her head, “Gross, how can you possibly do that… you know it’s not real right? It’s just some local tale… they could have cameras recording you right now so they can have a laugh later...”

“It doesn’t even have dust or anything on it Sonya, look at it, there’s not a speck of dirt anywhere on the actual statue. It’s got to mean something,” Sara laughed as she took out her cell and held it out, “take a picture quick.” Sighing, Sonya took the picture as her sister licked along the pristine statue. After her sister released it and turned to her Sonya had a bad feeling as she handed the phone back, “Coward, I dare you to do it. Besides, it will be good practice for when you finally get ready to be with a man. Come on Son, we can’t leave here until you do it.”

Sonya had another failing actually… she always seemed to give in when her older sister called her a coward or dared her to do something. With a shake of her head, she reached in her pocket and drew out a napkin before she stepped up to the sculpted penis and began cleaning what she could. “I can’t believe I’m going to do this…” She murmured and then with her hand wrapped around the base, she lowered her mouth to touch it. It felt so strange with the tip between her lips but something strange urged her on and she licked the head and then wrapped her mouth around it a bit awkwardly. It wasn’t easy by any means; it was so thick that it took some doing to get her mouth around even a portion before she took more. When she had as much length in her mouth as she could get she drew back and then took in more, continuing several more times, drawn on by something she couldn’t describe. The last draw on the large penis she thought she felt something, like a twitching of the object in her mouth.

Startled, she drew back and released it before she looked at her sister and saw that she had her camera phone up, “Damn, Sonya, that was hot.”

“Oh no, you did not take a video of that?!” A blush covered her cheeks and she went to chase her sister which had the two running from the statue, the legend forgotten. By the time they got back to the cabin, Sonya had wrested the phone from her sister and deleted the video that Sara had taken while she had been at the statue. The rest of the day, her family spent on a boat. By nightfall, Sonya was tired out and certain that sun was going to make her naturally sun kissed skin burn rather than keep it’s light honey hue. She showered again because of sweating so bad out on the boat, changed into her pale lavender silk nightgown with silk panties that matched and brushed out her hair with its natural shades of light brown, blonde and red.

Within an hour, Sonya lay down to sleep, the others going to bed within two hours afterward. Her last thought before sleep claimed her was of the statue in the clearing and what she had done, the legend ringing in her ears. She told herself she would look into more information about it later.
 
Ryll sat alone on his throne, trying (and failing) to create something with real meaning once again. Slowly, he conjured as much energy as he could, enough to form a tiny, dying star the width of a hair, the tiny mote flickering out after a second or two, the light enveloping its tiny planets as quickly as he'd set it in motion.

He crushed the dying thing in his hand and tore across his Olympus, sitting in the lap of the goddess Litha, forgotten goddess of lust and deceptions. Even as she was now, a hollow stone form, her eyes were still lovely, her body still perky and smooth, her lips curled into that... devious little smirk.

Ryll kissed her frozen face, then pulled out his cock and began to grind against her slowly. Long ago had the god forgotten shame, he'd spilled decades worth of sperm on her lovely stone body, those legs still so thick and curved, those arms, slender and smooth... Ryll thanked existance her last follower died at the exact moment he did. Litha had been eating an apple, her hand still curved around a fruit that was long gone, at least she made for a half decent hand job, and with those perky breasts, well... the god enjoyed what little time to the best of his dilapidated ability.

As he stroked his godhood against her chest and face, longing for a real good handjob from something alive again, he shivered, hearing voices from the silvery pool by his throne. Ryll narrowed his gaze a bit, moving to fuck Litha's lax grip while he watched. He snapped, making the pond roll nearer, like fog off a lake.

He looked down at his church and smiled broadly. Two teen girls rushed into the field, the older marveling at his magnificence. He laughed, pushing into the stony hand. "You are correct, mortal... now strip and ride it, I'll prove to you how amazing it feels... mmm, still so young..." he said, grinning, his cock tingling slightly as he saw something he hadn't seen in a long time: Sara noticed the inscription stone, hidden under that brush.

As she read it, Ryll stood still, holding his breath.

He watched the older girl approach, felating him slightly, much to Ryll's joy. He let his head hang back and groaned, his cock tingling as he absorbed the worship. It was enough for another three good years, at the very least. "Ryll smiles on you, my dear." He logged her name away in his mind as someone to reward, should he ever truly regain power. The list was still around 200 people, but a god's work is never done, it seemed.

He had resigned himself to that one taste, the younger one far too judgmental and scared to do anything, or so Ryll thought. He'd been fucking Litha's marble tits when he suddenly felt a hand wrap around his base, a mouth wrapping around his godhead. He shivered, smiling with aproval.

"Back for secon-" He looked down, and his mouth gaped before forming into a wide smile. The younger one, Sonya, was sucking him harder than any blowjob he remembered in the past decade and a half! He watched her, astounded, and as the pleasure built, both from his masturbation and the tingling of her felating his altar, Ryll felt his muscles tense... and just like that, he suddenly truly felt her warm, wet mouth wrapped around him.

He gasped suddenly, his dick twitching hard on her tongue, but it was already over, the moment past. But the sensation had been enough to put him over, covering the goddess Litha with his warm, sweet seed.

Ryll looked down into the liquid again, mesmerized, and gasped again: Sara was holding a camera, pointed at Sonya, taping the whole ordeal. With a smidgen of his last remaining power, he reached out to Sara and planted a single thought into her mind: 'Hey, I should put this on youtube, let everyone see my crazy sister get kinky with a statue."

He watched them leave, but as they did Ryll turned to all his believers, planting a subliminal thought in them, too: "I should goodle Ryll for my research! There's bound to be more discovered about that pantheon NOW, right...?"

Ryll knew, for sure, that if enough people saw that video, he knew his power would be back at full capacity. It was still a series of slow steps, but if everything went right, if just a hundred people saw that video... things would change for sure.
 
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