Appeasing the Volcano [Kaybee x Trapcest]

[Kaybee]

The islanders called her Atua.

No man could look upon her that would not desire her. Tall and powerful, yet soft and curving, with plump breasts and broad hips, the ideal that a woman should aspire to, motherly, yet strong.

No man could look upon her without fearing her. Her eyes that burned with all consuming flames, her wrath that woke only slowly yet destroyed all in it’s path should it be permitted to kindle in full.

Sometimes she would go unseen for years, vanishing into the wilderness, never present yet always close by. Other times she would shake and spit and demand tribute after tribute, a constant looming figure who threatened all they held deal with fire and ash. Sometimes those sent to her returned, other times they vanished, yet that was the way of things. The people loved her and feared her, swore by her and at her in the same breaths.

For a long time, she had been silent.

At first, the elders hoped that the shakes were idle. That the plumes of smoke and steam would pass in time, yet as the signs grew stronger it became clear that it was time once again. Atua demanded her due, and too many stories warned well of the consequences should they fail to sate her appetite.

Lots were drawn, a man selected, sent up the path to the mountain’s peak knowing that the goddess waited somewhere along the trail. A clearing of soft grass and tall palm trees she chose. A ring of flowers upon her hair the only covering she bothered with, geometric tattoos trailing from her left shoulder to her wrist and from her right hip down to her ankle, symbols that told her history from start to finish.

She awaited her offering.

 

[Trapcest]

Ruso was the one who had finally been chosen from among the men of the village, now making his way along the path, a mixture of a desire to slow down and a desire to go faster rushing through him, fear and excitement in equal measure driving him onwards. Unlike most men of the tribe who dedicated themselves to a single craft, be it that of the warrior, the hunter, the scholar, the builder, Ruso had instead thrown himself into all of them. Sometimes he would train with the tribe's mightiest warriors, sometimes he would go into the jungle to hunt animals for food and skins, on his return he would assist with the building of new huts or study with the tribal elders. His skills were many and every one of them great. Such talent had long led to whispered rumours that Ruso would one day rise to the rank of one of the elders, becoming a leader of the Tribe, if not even perhaps take the position of Chief itself. Of course such rumours led to jealousy among his peers and fear from those he might replace. A part of Ruso had to wonder if the lots had been rigged, if he had been chosen intentionally in the hopes that he would be one of those who never returned, though it didn't matter. All that mattered was that he had been chosen one way or another, and Atua would not be denied her tribute due to the petty squabbles of the mortal beings beneath her. To even try would be an open invitation for her to bring wrath down upon them all.

Ruso always considered himself to have keen instincts, but even he was caught by surprise when he came across the goddess in a clearing, he hadn't picked up her presence in even the slightest. Then again she was no mortal creature and between tributes she went completely unnoticed, nobody knew where she might go or what she did, even though it had been debated for the entirety of the Tribe's history. As his eyes lay upon her Ruso was captivated by her beauty, so lost in it that he forgot his place, simply standing just inside the clearing and staring at her. It was only after a few moments that he realised just where he was, just who this was. With a gasp his eyes widened and he quickly dropped to his knees, bowing his head in submission.

"Might goddess, I am your humble servant Ruso. I have come to you to offer myself as tribute on behalf of my tribe. It is my honour to do this for you and my people and I pray that you find me worthy"

 

[Kaybee]

"Rise."

Atua regarded the man, seeing the scars of training, the calluses of hard labour. In some years the Tribe had sent mighty warriors to her, in others they had sent their wisest scholars, in others their most diligent workers. All of them had held their own charms and their own strengths, even if some of them had been consumed by the passion all of them had proven able to sate her. This man was unusual though, carrying himself with the pride of a fighter, yet with eyes that watched for more than the next battle. The Goddess considered him for a moment, and then nodded once, approving. A good choice, or perhaps simply a fortunate one, in any case it woudl hardly matter in the end. This was not the longest she'd been left before the tribute approached her but it had been long enough for the sparks of desire to go from embers of arousal to molten lust that churned in her womb and pooled between her legs, clear juices dripping from her womanhood to slide down her thighs.

She strode towards him, hips swaying as her burning eyes seemed to flare brightly, as though daring him to turn tail and flee even as she closed the gap between them. Then she was inches away, filling his nostrils with the tang of ashes and the sweet scent of feminine arousal, letting him hear the crackle of flames and feel the heat that rolled off her body, almost too hot for comfort.

Then she kissed him, her lips searing against his own. One hand went around his shoulders trapping him against her while the other was already going low, heat intensifying for a moment as she burned his clothes with little touches, searing her way in rather than bothering to learn how to remove the complex and ornate garments normally. They were no concern of hers after all, even if she was careful enough to keep the heat from burning Ruso directly. It would be foolish to harm her tribute deliberately like that...

 

[Trapcest]

There wasn't even a moment of hesitation when she told him to rise, Ruso getting to his feet as fast as his body would allow, mostly because she had instructed him to do so, but partly because he simply wanted to look upon her beauty once more, wanted to take in the impossible sight of her perfect body. When she nodded her approval a shiver ran through his body despite the heat that he could already feel coming from her, a shiver of pure excitement. As he watched her approach he couldn't help but gasp, his eyes moving down her form, focusing on the juices that already ran down her legs, dripping down her, it was an incredible sight to behold, and to know that all this excitement was going to be focused on him....to say it humbled him was an understatement.

If the sight of her body wasn't enough, if the scent of her lust wasn't enough, the swaying of her hips was certainly more than enough to drive Ruso's arousal to levels beyond anything he had felt before, the loose coverings of his clothing quickly bulging outwards as she came close. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with her scent, as if afraid it might vanish at any moment, but every breath just brought more of it.

The man groaned into the kiss, trembling in excitement, feeling the heat washing over him. As her hand lowered down she would find the bulge ready and waiting for her, but more than that it was quite possibly the largest and thickest of any tribute that had come to her before, pulsing and throbbing within the diminishing clothing as it was gradually burned away.
Ruso suddenly realised that he was letting Atua do all the work, and he quickly remembered that he was here to please her, not the other way around. He immediately began to return the kiss, his trembling hands moving around her, starting to slide down her back, moving towards her perfectly smooth backside, hands gently gripping the flesh, kneading it, pulling her waist closer against him so that his throbbing arousal was pressing even harder up against her.

 

[Kaybee]

"Good..." She moaned the word into their kiss as he began to respond to her, the corners of her lips curling up in a pleased smile as her thigh shifted forwards, grinding against the pressure of his swollen manhood. The ritual had only just begun, but so far she approved of him, appropriately reverent, yet not unwilling to reciprocate. Her lips parted, her tongue emerging to play as the kiss intensified.

Atua retook the initiative with a slight shift, her hips cocking to one side, shifting her thigh to let Ruso's cock spring free, catching it with one hand and beginning to stroke the flesh. His shaft was warm but her grip had heat as she rolled her wrist, pumping his cock in slow languid strokes. Her breasts pressed into his chest, hard nipples poking him slightly as the goddess' eyes closed, dimming the fires within to a gentler glow for a moment as she immersed herself fully in the moment, yet it was not enough, this was only the foreplay, the prelude to the main event.

Her hips shifted, back, forwards, pulling his cock to rest between her thighs, shaft pressing flat against her slick womanhood, rocking slightly and humming with pleasure as she ground her slit against that throbbing hardness, coating it with the molten lust dripping from her core. Preparing him for the first of many unions they would share.

 

[Trapcest]

Atua's praise was like nectar being poured over him, it filled Ruso with an intense pride and happiness, to know with such certainty that one was pleasing a god was a sensation unlike no other, a satisfaction that couldn't be obtained any other way. He groaned as her tongue emerged, his own tongue moving out to meet it, tasting her, savouring her, letting her heat wash over the inside of his mouth as well as the outside. She tasted so good, better than the sweetest fruit, better than the most skilfully prepared meat, hers was a taste that he could become addicted to.

The male let out a lustful grunt as his huge cock finally sprang free, pre-cum flicking across Atua's thighs, mixing in with her own juices so freely flowing down. As her hot hand grasped his shaft he moaned gleefully into her mouth, his own hands squeezing her backside more firmly, before one of them released its grip, starting to travel upwards. His hand never left her body though, instead his fingertips slid slowly upwards across the skin of her back and side, caressing her lovingly, longingly. He felt some of her fiery hair brushing against his hand, the heat more intense than any flame and yet somehow it didn't burn him. Finally his hand came around to inbetween them, grasping one of her breasts even as it pressed against him, his fingers sinking into the flesh as he squeezed and massaged it. He prayed he wasn't being too forward, he only wanted to please her, to pleasure her, to show how much he truly loved and worshipped her.

His cock twitched against her slit as she rubbed him, his own heat mixing with her own, his hips twitching and bucking slightly as his instincts began to drive him to become one with her, to take her, to let her take him. Something about Atua was driving his own lust higher and higher, beyond anything he had ever felt before, beyond anything he should be even capable of feeling at all.

 

[Kaybee]

She just kept rocking, grinding, teasing him with her slick womanhood but never making any move to slide him into her, seemingly content to tease him for the longest time. She moaned approvingly as he grasped her breast, back arching a little to push her chest more fully into his hands, making him fully aware of the hard point of her nipples pressing into his palm.

"Don't you want more~?" Her voice was like the roar of a forest fire trapped and compressed down into that feminine teasing lilt. "Am I not desirable enough?" The words were mocking, teasing, she knew exactly how badly he wanted her, she could feel the desire pouring off him, the raw want for her, for her body, for her being. Servitude and subservience.

"Then take what you want." Her hips cocked a little, her thighs spreading just a touch wider, room enough for him to line himself up, if he dared...