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The ritual was starting. Rador was led to the sacred statue, where the golden minotaur was sitting in an opulent throne. His cock uncovered for once, cleaned and polished for the ceremony.
Rador cradled his bulging lower tummy. He was selected as the essence carrier this year, an honor he never thought would be chosen for. But when the council of priests read his name last fall, he couldn't believe it. The fall ceremony was a joy to experience, even if Rador was begging for it to be over by the end. His pain was for their minotaur deity. His belly filled with hundreds of small orbs, each a vessel for the minotaur god's essence. The orbs would grow over winter, to be delivered during the spring ritual.
The priests were chanting and the ceremony proceeded. Rador nervously stepped up to the altar, untying the belt at this waist and dropping the robe. He turned around, one trembling hand still supporting the underside of his belly and he showed the crowd how full he was. He then turned his back towards the crowd and bent at the waist. Both hands had to come up to support his belly for balance while he leaned over, but once he was steady, his hands left his belly and grabbed his asscheeks, spreading them wide so his glistening hole was shown to the crowd. The crowd cheered to see the slick traveling down his thigh and Rador's hole winked in anticipation. He then stood upright, wobbling a little because of his large belly, and walked to the large statue of the golden minotaur.
Rador stepped onto the throne between the minotaur's legs and grabbed the statue's arms for balance. He turned around and squatted until the massive golden cock pressed to his hole. The thing was so huge he didn't have to squat far, his knees barely bent at 90 degrees.
The crowd was chanting along with the priests. Rador took a deep breath. His mind was filled with static, he couldn't even tell what verse they were on. Once they stopped chanting, he was supposed to accept the minotaur's gift into his body. The cock was so wide he didn't know how it was going to even fit inside his hole, even with the preparation he had beforehand.
Rador was overthinking it so much he barely noticed when the crowd was done chanting. Embarrassed, he bent his knees and impaled himself on the cock in one go, instantly breaching his hole. His back immediately tensed and locked in pain. His hole spasmed, stinging with the stretch. He tried to suck in a breath, but his lungs weren't working.
The crowd started chanting again. Fuck. Rador had until the end of the chant to finish impaling himself on the massive cock.
He breathed in what little air he could and bent his knees in a deeper squat. The cock rubbed over his prostate and Rador jerked forward, the cock pressed against his spine and his body was a-light in a constant feedback loop. The crowd chanted louder. Rador gasped for air. His lungs were burning, every muscle in his body spasming in shock. He pulled himself as far down as he could. His hole was stretched and burning. His insides fucked and filled.
Rador couldn't tell what part of the chant the crowd was on. All he knew was he had to keep going. He repositioned his legs to be on either side of the minotaur's thick thighs, his hands placed on the minotaur's arms, holding his entire body weight. His belly protruded in front of him as he sank down onto the cock.
The cock was rearranging his guts, he could feel his insides moving around to make room for its massive size. His spine was forced to align straighter in his body, the top of his stomach was starting to poke out from the tip of the cock. His hole was burning from being stretched so open for so long. His prostate was crushed and rubbed raw.
Eventually Rador reached the end of the cock and let out a shaky sigh of relief. Tears started to prick at his eyes. He was so full. His very being felt like it had been filled and taken over by the minotaur god. He relaxed his shoulders and leaned back against the minotaur's body, Rador's head barely came up to the statue's chest. As Rador sank down, the cock shifted his insides, squishing his organs, poking his belly out. Rador's eyes fluttered, he was becoming one with the minotaur god, just a vessel for his will.
The chanting ended. Just in time.
The priests continued the ceremony. Breathing shallowly to not rock the massive object inside his guts, Rador understood why the essence carriers never chanted with the rest of the crowd. He couldn't even recite one verse even if he tried. Rador focused on his breathing and trying to get his spasming muscles used to the massive intrusion fucked directly into his core.
Someone touching his cock alerted Rador to the next part of the ceremony. A priest was kneeling on a pillow placed at the throne of the golden minotaur. He was stroking Rador's cock, coaxing him into semi-hardness. Based on the way the golden cock was pressing insistently against his prostate, it didn't take long for Rador to become hard.
Another priest chanted over a brewing cauldron sitting in front of the altar, making it smoke red. He then reached inside the cauldron and filled a large goblet with the potion. He climbed a ladder to the side of the golden minotaur statue and poured the potion into the statue's mouth. The eyes of the statue turned red and steam blew out of its nostrils. Inside Rador, the large cock started moving, slowly fucking in and out of his hole.
The minotaur's cock was fucking directly against his prostate and it was difficult to hide his reactions to the ceremony. Rador's eyes were rolling in his head and he pushed his ass back onto the minotaur's hips, chasing the overwhelming feeling of being fucked by a god.
The priest between his legs put his mouth around Rador's cock and his head exploded. He released a long-drawn out moan, unable to hold back. The priest increased the suction on his cock, stroking the underside with his tongue. The priest then reached both hands up to Rador's round belly and hummed.
The vibrations made it impossible for Rador to hold still, his cock jumping in the priest's mouth. He gasped and breathed heavily, trying to get ahold of himself again. But the pressure in his belly multiplied.
Rador whined. His belly was feeling so full. The priest's hands glowed and the energy flowed into Rador's belly. His belly contracted under the priest's hands and Rador curled in on himself, yelling.
Labor had started.
Rador's belly continued to squeeze and contract, it felt like the magical orbs he was carrying were being crushed into the solid cock filling his body. There wasn't any room for his lungs to expand, he couldn't breathe.
An orb started making its way down and through his stomach and into his prostate. Rador whined. The sensations were so much. The god's cock was spreading his hole wide, thrusting deep inside him, his mind was hazy and heavy with pleasure. His poor prostate was being filled and pounded so hard Rador's mind was forgetting everything but the tight heat on his own dick and being a vessel for the god.
He clenched his belly muscles with the next contraction and the orb pushed into the base of Rador's cock, making him cry out at the new stretch. The priest imbued his hands with magic and bobbed his head down Rador's dick and caught the orb behind his lips, sucking on Rador's cock and pulling the orb along his dick hole. Rador's limbs trembled. The sensations were overwhelming, the feeling of the orb bulging the underside of his cock, cradled by the priest's wet tongue as it was pulled towards his tip. If the ceremony would have allowed it, Rador would have cummed twice already.
Rador was shaking against the minotaur god when the priest finally pulled the orb from his cock. Rador gasped for breath. His belly calmed, residual contractions still rippling along his skin. He was still hard. This was going to be a long night.
The next priest came up and knelt between Rador's legs and placed his mouth on his cock. Rador moaned. He didn't know how he was going to get through the rest of the ceremony, he was already feeling overwhelmed.
When the new priest placed his hands on Rador's belly, the contractions continued, squeezing another orb into his prostate. This priest took his time progressing Rador's contractions, instead sucking Rador's cock into his throat, squeezing around the sensitive tip. Rador writhed against the minotaur god, the orb in his prostate filling him, sending direct sparks of pleasure up his spine. The priest sucked on Rador's dick, hollowing his cheeks, swallowing around his head, forcing his throat to contract around Rador's glands. He drank from Rador's cock, the orb sucked directly down his throat and into the priest's stomach.
The third priest fondled Rador's perineum until his dick was twitching around the priest's lips, hitting the top of his mouth. The priest pressed two fingers behind Rador's balls, rubbing in time with the thrusts of the minotaur god's cock. The orb slowly fell into Rador's prostate and the priest dug his fingers behind the orb, pulling it through Rador's cock and into his mouth.
The fourth priest rested Rador's cock in his mouth and placed steady hands on his belly, making Rador's belly contract at regular intervals. Rador moaned as the orb was pushed from his belly through his prostate and into his cock by the force of the contractions alone. Rador whined, shifting his weight, the only movement in him was the minotaur's cock constantly fucking up into his body and the orb traveling excruciatingly slow down his own dick. He gasped against the statue, and pleaded with the priest. He only hummed in response, pressing his broad, wet tongue against the underside of Rador's dick, waiting for the orb to contract along his dick and into his mouth. The further the orb got from Rador's stomach, the slower it traveled, until it was moving millimeters every contraction. Rador whimpered, rocking his hips, trying to get the orb to travel faster. But it moved slowly, so very slowly, until it was finally at the tip of his cock and the priest kissed the end of Rador's dick, sucking the orb into his mouth.
Rador couldn't take the sensations after the fifth and final priest and broke down crying. It felt so good to have his cock sucked by mouth after mouth, warm, wet, lovingly caressing him. At the same time, his back rim was tired, numb from the pounding at his backside, his cockhole was sore from birthing so many orbs, his stomach sore and trembling,his muscles tired from contracting.
The fifth priest sucked his cock and pulled the orb from his hole with wet, delicious pressure. The priest's lips were tight and the orb was making his brain cloud with nothing but pleasure. Rador felt the tears falling down his cheeks before he realized they were falling from his eyes. Everything was so much.
Even when the fifth priest had consumed his orb, he held his hands to Rador's big belly and chanted. This time when the priest pulled his hands away, the contractions continued, the orbs were squeezed into the thick cock fucking into his body and it felt like all the orbs were bring crushed into his prostate, waiting to be born, all at once. Rador threw his head back and howled. His insides were being crushed and fucked and his role as an essence carrier was being pounded into his body with every thrust, waiting for the next person to take their rightful spot and be fed by the god's essence.
The priests finished the ceremony, a singular chant that was repeated by the antsy crowd. They then formed a line and walked up to the altar, kneeling before the minotaur god and between Rador's legs.
The crowd pulled orb after orb out of his body. Rador was a shaking, crying mess. His thighs quivered as they were slung over the minotaur's legs. His asshole was loose and his back was forced against the minotaur's abdomen, while his hands clenched to the minotaur's thick arms. The crowd was relentless, stroking and prodding Rador's dick and balls, teasing each orb out of his belly. His dick was warm and wet, constantly stimulated and sucked, leaving Rador no rest.
Some of the crowd would tease fingers against Rador's perineum and rim, feeling the way the minotaur's cock drove into Rador's loose asshole. They said personal chants against the minotaur's girth, asking for strength and vitality from the sacred member.
Rador was forced to accept the constant onslaught of pleasure, his body building arousal through his belly and into his chest, choking him with it. Each orb that left his cock was another rung up the ladder with no end, building inside Rador until his head was hazy with heat and his eyes clouded with tears.
Finally, some familiar faces arrived at the altar, like they were Rador's personal salvation in this ceremony.
His three friends walked up, eyes filled with arousal and pity. All three kneeled between Rador's spread legs, biting his inner thighs, teasing his rim and balls. The one in the center held onto his cock at the base, so no more orbs could travel down his dick, and deepthroated Rador until his lips met where his hand held Rador's hole closed.
They sucked on his thighs, rubbed his belly, stroked soothingly up and down limbs, giving him pleasure, making the knot in his stomach curl tighter. They teased him until he was sobbing, pleading with them for something, anything. One of them nuzzled into his bloated belly, telling Rador how amazing he looked at the essence carrier, but they wanted him to cum before they each took their orbs.
Rador sobbed against their ministrations. They were making him feel soo good. He told them he didn't know if he could even cum like this.
They only cooed in response, rubbing his body, they told Rador he was doing such a good job as the essence carrier, just let them take care of him. Rador whined as they doubled their efforts. His thighs were covered in bite marks, his belly massaged, the orbs rolling inside him, traveling against the minotaur's cock thrusting inside him. The friend at his dick bobbed his head, taking Rador deep into his throat and then pulling back with hollow cheeks and a wet, slippery slide. Rador humped into his mouth, the other holding his legs down, making him just experience the pleasure and not chase it.
With a desperate whine, Rador felt two orbs traveling into his prostate, expanding and filling the small organ. Rador fell forward, body trembling in sensations. He let his eyes close and focused on feeling for the fingertips and mouths of his friends. He pushed into their touch, brain clouding when they kept telling how good of a job he was doing as the essence carrier.
Rador was so enthralled with their touch, he was shocked when one of them inserted their finger into his asshole, alongside the minotaur's cock. Rador's eyes flew open and he choked on his spit. The friend pushed his finger as far inside as it would go and curled inwards, poking Rador's prostate.
That extra pressure was what sent Rador over the edge. His orgasm was hindered by the orbs stuffed in his cock and his friend holding the base of his dick. It felt like the sensations traveled through his balls, stopped in prostate, then ricocheted back into his balls. Rador convulsed against the statue, the muscles in his core coiling and tightening through his orgasm.
The moment his tremors slowed, his friend released his hand and sank back down his cock, taking Rador all the way into his throat in one go. Rador jerked his hips, the minotaur's cock fucking into his hole, his own cock humping into his friend's throat.
His friend sucked and sucked his cock, pulling the orb out with pressure alone. Rador sobbed against the minotaur god. He couldn't think, he was barely over the sensations of his orgasm, after hours of baring orbs, his friend's wet mouth and thick tongue were building pressure within his core again, much too quickly, too soon.
But the first friend pulled his orb out of Rador's cock while the pleasure built. A second friend quickly replaced him and deepthroated Rador like he was trying to swallow Rador's cock into his stomach. The remaining two kept the sensations on his body, stroking, sucking marks into his skin, teasing his rim. Rador begged them to do more, the pleasure was building so strongly again, but they shushed him and kept their ministrations.
When the second friend pulled his orb from Rador's cock, it fell directly into his throat, making Rador tremble and beg to cum again. His third friend rubbed his perineum until an orb released and kept up the pressure while the orb traveled the length of Rador's cock.
The other two dug their fingers into Rador's rim, fucking into him like the minotaur's cock did. Rador was fucked and sucked until the third orb was released. Rador sobbed his thanks when his friend didn't release his mouth, but kept the pressure, sucking Rador into his throat. The three of them fucked into Rador's body, rubbing, coaxing his flesh into a second orgasm.
Rador shook against the minotaur statue, the massive cock still fucking into him, prolonging his orgasm as it slid against his prostate with every thrust. His friends ran soothing hands up and down his thighs, rubbing out the tight muscles and tendons in his groin.
Rador slumped against the minotaur's back, panting, heart feeling like it was going to beat out of his chest. His friends were there as long as they could and gave him the only two orgasms he was probably going to get this evening.
One of them patted his still swollen belly before they all left. This was going to be a long rest of the evening.