Indecipherable remnants of carved text decorated the high walls and pillars of the room. Your steps were hesitant as you entered what felt like a void. You could glimpse the edges of walls but they seemed unnaturally far from you, rising to a ceiling you couldn’t see even though your torch wasn’t particularly low quality. You continued moving forward into the space when you heard a rumble of movement, the floor shuddering with it. You managed to grab a nearby pillar to steady yourself, as anxiety-driven images of yourself dead and buried by an earthquake in this random backwater dig site arose. Luckily, it passed and although you had no other senses to confirm it, an awareness tingled up your spine of being watched. Something else was in this room with you; even though that made no logical sense. 

Then a sound like the snapping of fingers echoed across the room - the noise was both too loud and too distant to make sense. Then light flooded your senses, your eyes squeezing shut automatically against the sudden invasion. Your eyes watered slightly but after some careful blinking, looking down at your feet it passed. When you looked back up there were a few things combating for attention in this unreality you had found yourself in. First off, the walls weren’t just unnaturally far away, but they stretched impossibly high. The pillar you held onto for support had a circumference no ancient human technology could have achieved. In clear lighting, the language across every stone surface matched none you could recognize. Then you looked ahead where your eyes locked with another pair of eyes, except hers were far larger than yours. She tilted her head, sending chestnut curls tumbling across her neck as she did. Her dark eyes glinted across the space, watching you much like an animal might watch prey. She was sitting in a huge chair that looked similar to a throne of some kind. The chair and her size better matched the wild proportions of this room - making you wonder if you’d somehow shrunk during your journey deeper into these ruins. 

“I wasn’t expecting a new play thing,” she murmured with a slow smile. A shudder raced through your body at the words. Something in her tone or her expression gave the distinct impression you should turn and run. “Come here,” she continued. She said it softly but the command in her words was clear. 

“Who are you?” you asked instead, choosing to stay where you were while carefully sliding one leg behind the others. Her eyes narrowed at the question before she relaxed slightly

“I guess there’s a few names you could call me, but for a small mortal tribute such as yourself ‘Goddess’ should suffice,” she replied. “Now, come here willingly. I’ve no desire to waste my powers on a pointless chase.” You tried to make sense of everything she just said but your head kept catching on one word; tribute. 

“There must be a misunderstanding, I was just wondering what I thought were abandoned ruins and-” before you could finish the sentence she snapped two fingers towards herself and a gust of wind responded. You yelped in shock before wincing as the gust died down and you skidded to a stop on the ground, palms and knees dragged roughly across the stone surface. “What just-” you barely uttered any words before a sixth sense fired off a warning and you looked up to see large fingers approaching your form. The ‘Goddess’ towering before you on her throne. You tried to stand and run but the sore hands and knees slowed you down - and she was faster. Her fingers wrapping effortlessly around your form, you cried out as the sensation of weightlessness combated with fear. Despite yourself, you found your arms clinging to one of her fingers as you rose higher and higher. Battling off a wave of dizziness, you dragged your gaze from the floor sinking away under you to the women before you. Her shea dress floats past as you’re lifted, your eyes unable to stop themselves lingering on her bosom as you’re lifted up before you shake aside the thoughts crowding my head. Now really wasn’t the time for that. When she finally stops lifting you, the sense of gravity settles back into your body - and you find yourself staring into her eyes, her lips parted slightly. 

“You’re not doing a good job of endearing yourself to me so far tribute - it’s your world that’ll struggle for it though,” she shrugs, the movement jostling your body in her hand. She tilts her head again, one finger sliding along your body. You grimace at the feel of her sharp nail sliding under your shirt. It doesn’t cut you but you feel very aware it easily could. 

“I don’t understand…” I whispered, trying to comprehend everything going on. 

“You mortals never do,” she said, her teeth grazing her lower lip slightly as she studies you. “You’re always so fascinated with that which you don’t understand but then one of you wonders a little too close to the truth for everyone's comfort - and you always get sent to me. The others do like to keep me satisfied I guess,” she chuckles at that last line and your body shudders. She twists so you’re lying in her palm then her other fingers approach. At first you don’t understand what she’s doing, then you feel open air on your skin. Is she…stripping me?!

“Hmm, not the worst tribute I’ve seen,” she clicks appreciatively as you shiver without your clothes. “Oh no, are you cold, little one?” she murmurs, leaning closer so her warm breath rushes over you. Close enough that you can trace the movement of her tongue behind her lips as she speaks. You know you should respond but you’re struggling to come up with a sensical response, adrenaline flooding your system telling you to run but you can’t. 

“Don’t worry, I can warm you up,” she continues with an almost menacing chuckle. You begin to ask how when her lips part and her tongue darts out. Your squeak is muffled as it slides across your body, pressing you down against her palm. You don’t just hear but feel the moan of pleasure she emits as she tastes you. You barely have a moment to recover when her tongue lifts from you before it lashes out again. You can’t help it, you start to squirm. You don’t know up from down but you know this is dangerous. She lets out a chuckle as you do, her tongue relenting before her lips press against you. You brace for the worst but she simply kisses you and pulls back. A tint of heat rising on her cheeks and a mischievous look in her eyes. 

“I like you - you’re going to be fun to play with,” she grinned, pulling away slightly. You barely recover your breathing when she lunges forward with an open mouth, snapping her jaw shut with a loud click right in front of you. You yelp and slide backwards without thinking - and slip off her hand. Fuck-

She catches you easily, her body shaking with a laugh whilst you try to recover from the back to back shock of near death. “So, so easy to mess with as well!” she practically howls. Before she holds you up by your feet and dangles you before her face, her fast breathing slowly recovers. Her pupils dilate slightly as her teeth pull on her lower lip again. “And so…” she lifts you higher and parts her lips, fear makes your whole body stiffen. “...delicious,” she finishes. She releases her fingers and opens her maw. You watch in creeping slow motion as strands of saliva stretch and break, framing the pit at the back of her throat. You definitely cry out but it’s quickly engulfed in wet darkness as you land and her lips shut - her jaw tilting forwards so you find yourself splayed across her tongue rather than hurtling straight to your doom. Although, you’re not sure if this is much better. 

The next second you find yourself pressed tight between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, the arch along the top pressing down uncomfortably on your chest as her moans vibrate around you. Her tongue keeps sliding under you, tasting you more and more. At some point you slip and find yourself riding her tongue - a new sensation alighting your body from it. Equal parts unexpected and unwelcome given the circumstances. You struggle to take breaths in the humid heat, her spit constantly pouring over you in waves as she swirls you in her mouth and every so often a bolt of pleasure as her tongue brushes over your core until a throbbing need burns - something she can somehow sense based on the chuckle that rumbles around you. 

You find yourself thrown against her cheek, her teeth closing you into the tight space. Then you hear a loud gulp as she swallows down the accumulated spit from tasting you. You can’t help shaking as the realisation sets in just how close you are to being eaten alive by this powerful being. Her teeth part and her tongue slides you towards the front of her mouth. For a moment you’re confused before your head pushes through her lips. You gasp in fresh air before feeling teeth press you against her lower lip. A wet, fleshy sound pierces through your disorientation before you look down. Her hand glides a quick rhythm against her own throbbing cock, wetness gleaming from its tip. Then her tongue laps against your groin in her mouth, a groan escaping your lips before you can catch it. Her movements are slow and measured, slowly torturing you. 

However, as she starts to touch herself at a faster rate - the movements of her tongue increase in kind. You find yourself jerking and muttering pleas as her tongue gets you closer and closer to the edge. You should be scared shitless and yet the sight of her own body twitching as her orgasm nears merely ramps up your desire tenfold. You wonder what it would be like to watch and wait for it beneath her - to be buried in a tidal wave of her cum. The image in your mind has barely crystalised when you cross the edge with a loud shout, emptying yourself against her tongue. You looked down and realise her hand has slowed it’s pace slightly, she hadn't yet finished. You feel her tongue move around you, glancing to the side in time to see it pull you - effortlessly dragging you back into her mouth, rolling amongst her saliva and your recent load when her voice somehow penetrates into your mind.

I could swallow you and your pathetic load right now tribute. The words yank you from the pleasure high you were riding just moments before, though not as much as you’d expected. 

I could do something else though…if you begged me to keep you, to use you however I want instead. You freeze at her words, wondering what her strange deal would entail? 

Decide soon tribute; do you want to serve me as my plaything? Or maybe you actually like the idea of being swallowed whole - forced to become part of me forever…

You shudder at the image and bury the pulse of heat it brought forth. There was no way you could allow… that. After a split second of hesitation you begin yelling, shouting promises to do anything she wants, anything she commands of you. 

Without much warning, you find yourself pulled from her mouth and held against her throat as she gulps. The unspoken warning is clear; this is what will happen if you somehow upset her. She is still touching herself and panting as she brings you level with her eyes.

“Say it, admit it,” she whispers. Intent on hearing the words aloud. You shudder but you already know what she wants to hear. She’d already whispered it in your mind whilst you were rolling helpless in her mouth. Yet, you sense there is no going back if you do. Her eyes narrow at your hesitation, “Do it now, or I’ll gulp you down morsel.” There’s no disguising a threat like that. You know she’ll follow through. 

“I…I plead fealty to you, my goddess,” you murmur, the words feeling heavy in your mouth. She waits for you to continue, the wet sounds of her touching herself speeding up slightly. “I graciously accept…the honor,” the words feel like sandpaper as they leave your throat, “...of being your plaything.” The finality of the words ring hollow as a grin stretches her lips. 

“We’re going to…have…soooo… much…fun…” she pants between breaths.