Anonymous
7/27/2025, 10:19:37 AM
No.11343003
>>11340635
Sure enough. It is Granted. You are transported to another world where you are a high ranking acolyte in the principal temple of one of the largest cities in the world! Your cult is dedicated to patron God of the city, consort to a seldom mentioned cthonic goddess. Having sex with the acolytes of this cult is reputed to confer great fortune (and pleasure) and as such their services are on great demand; bidding wars over the services of the best acolytes, fights outside the temple, conflict of all sorts breaks out on the daily. Beautiful maidens and princesses squabble over the most beautiful lover priests.
You, however, are too important for those mundane things.
Your job is to serve something... holier. While high above the commoners fornicate in perfumed halls and frollick along feather cushions you sit on the stony floor inside the dim, dank cave that lies under the Temple awaiting one of your many many "brides". These are the true, hidden, gods of your city, the daughters of unimaginable entities. They are monstrous (picrel is actually one of the comelier ones), aggressive, inhuman, and most of all VORACIOUS.
You duty is to perform certain "rituals" to flatter and placate them in exchange of them fulfilling the needs of the entire metropolis above you, securing its continued greatness for all time.
Sure enough. It is Granted. You are transported to another world where you are a high ranking acolyte in the principal temple of one of the largest cities in the world! Your cult is dedicated to patron God of the city, consort to a seldom mentioned cthonic goddess. Having sex with the acolytes of this cult is reputed to confer great fortune (and pleasure) and as such their services are on great demand; bidding wars over the services of the best acolytes, fights outside the temple, conflict of all sorts breaks out on the daily. Beautiful maidens and princesses squabble over the most beautiful lover priests.
You, however, are too important for those mundane things.
Your job is to serve something... holier. While high above the commoners fornicate in perfumed halls and frollick along feather cushions you sit on the stony floor inside the dim, dank cave that lies under the Temple awaiting one of your many many "brides". These are the true, hidden, gods of your city, the daughters of unimaginable entities. They are monstrous (picrel is actually one of the comelier ones), aggressive, inhuman, and most of all VORACIOUS.
You duty is to perform certain "rituals" to flatter and placate them in exchange of them fulfilling the needs of the entire metropolis above you, securing its continued greatness for all time.