Deedeemcgee
Meteorite
- Joined
- Dec 4, 2022
Have you ever wondered what might go down if an iron age bog maiden met the Gods she was sacrificed to? What would they do with the beautiful woman chosen to bring fortune and fertility to her people by giving her life to them? What terrifying deities would she meet, wandering waist deep in the stagnant water of the bog wearing her finest clothing and jewelry, her belly full of mead and her face painted.
Maybe you're wondering it for the first time, but if this strange little premise has peaked your interest, read on!
This will be a purely fantasy/erotic horror story, no knowledge of Iron Age religions or historical fact required. In this world Gods and spirits truly influence the fate of the world, and the Gods of this region are depicted as animalistic beings; The Wolf, The Stag, and The Eagle. Each God shifts into the monstrous version of their sigil, but if you'd rather play them as their beautiful humanoid versions, that's fine too!
Kinks include:
Monster men, size play, pain play, psychedelic play, surrealism, bondage, Master/slave, loving sadists, affection and praise, orgasm control, tattoos, body worship, fear play, biting, some blood play, erotic horror, licking, drool, aheago, group sex, gangbang, sharing, reverse harem, and more!
Limits are actual animals, scat, underage, extreme pregnancy play (breeding could be ok, we can clarify this).
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Astrid sat cross legged in the lodge, her eyes closed as the shaman chanted rhythmically over her. A low fire burned at the center, heat and sweet smelling smoke swirling around the occupants of the room. Food and drink were laid out before her, the best mead, the finest fruit and meat and bread and honey. Each of the villagers had brought the best of the harvest, a gift to the Gods in exchange for their good fortune and fertility. Astrid had eaten and drank her fill, her stomach bulging from the feast.
She was adorned with the finest embroidery, soft red dyed wool and linen draped over her slim figure, depicting the animalistic manifestations of their Gods; The Wolf, The Stag, The Eagle. Loops of colored beads hung around her neck, heavy and clinking with every movement. Her chestnut hair was braided and fixed behind her head, a soft veil over her eyes, hiding the streaks of tears down her flushed cheeks.
Her head swam, the mead she'd been drinking combining with the intensity of the shaman's throaty songs and the drumming that filled the air. She jumped when he pulled back her veil, still chanting as he ran a boney finger down her forehead, smearing woad on her skin, leaving steaks of blue. She took a shaking breath, her eyes rolling again as he took a pull from a long pipe and blew the heady smoke into her face. She breathed it in, and blinked against its effects. Everything in the room seemed brighter for a moment, before it began to pulse with the drumming. She swayed, feeling light and distant from herself, the mind-altering effects of the smoke and the liquor overwhelming her. The chanting continued as she was lifted up, staggering. Gentle hands helped her stumble out of the lodge, where the encampment stood bearing lanterns and torches to guide her. The lights danced around her like fireflies, leaving streaks in the air as she blinked slowly, her lips curling into a dazed smile.
Maybe you're wondering it for the first time, but if this strange little premise has peaked your interest, read on!
This will be a purely fantasy/erotic horror story, no knowledge of Iron Age religions or historical fact required. In this world Gods and spirits truly influence the fate of the world, and the Gods of this region are depicted as animalistic beings; The Wolf, The Stag, and The Eagle. Each God shifts into the monstrous version of their sigil, but if you'd rather play them as their beautiful humanoid versions, that's fine too!
Kinks include:
Monster men, size play, pain play, psychedelic play, surrealism, bondage, Master/slave, loving sadists, affection and praise, orgasm control, tattoos, body worship, fear play, biting, some blood play, erotic horror, licking, drool, aheago, group sex, gangbang, sharing, reverse harem, and more!
Limits are actual animals, scat, underage, extreme pregnancy play (breeding could be ok, we can clarify this).
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Astrid sat cross legged in the lodge, her eyes closed as the shaman chanted rhythmically over her. A low fire burned at the center, heat and sweet smelling smoke swirling around the occupants of the room. Food and drink were laid out before her, the best mead, the finest fruit and meat and bread and honey. Each of the villagers had brought the best of the harvest, a gift to the Gods in exchange for their good fortune and fertility. Astrid had eaten and drank her fill, her stomach bulging from the feast.
She was adorned with the finest embroidery, soft red dyed wool and linen draped over her slim figure, depicting the animalistic manifestations of their Gods; The Wolf, The Stag, The Eagle. Loops of colored beads hung around her neck, heavy and clinking with every movement. Her chestnut hair was braided and fixed behind her head, a soft veil over her eyes, hiding the streaks of tears down her flushed cheeks.
Her head swam, the mead she'd been drinking combining with the intensity of the shaman's throaty songs and the drumming that filled the air. She jumped when he pulled back her veil, still chanting as he ran a boney finger down her forehead, smearing woad on her skin, leaving steaks of blue. She took a shaking breath, her eyes rolling again as he took a pull from a long pipe and blew the heady smoke into her face. She breathed it in, and blinked against its effects. Everything in the room seemed brighter for a moment, before it began to pulse with the drumming. She swayed, feeling light and distant from herself, the mind-altering effects of the smoke and the liquor overwhelming her. The chanting continued as she was lifted up, staggering. Gentle hands helped her stumble out of the lodge, where the encampment stood bearing lanterns and torches to guide her. The lights danced around her like fireflies, leaving streaks in the air as she blinked slowly, her lips curling into a dazed smile.
