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Elgar made her way to her sleeping chamber; a modest little place with a simple soft gray furry hide to lay upon with a second green one rolled up to serve as a pillow. As she crawled upon it and rolled onto her back, she could hear some chattering outside before the Shaman stepped inside.
"Ten of our most fit males are awaiting your command, oh Glorious One." she said in a highly respected tone. Elgar licked her lips and soon found she couldn't keep her hands off herself as her form continued to impress even her.
"Send the first one in. I will signal you when he has given me my... tribute."
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Most of the flier males who stood in line were large and muscular, except for the one who was sixth in line. He had an average build at best; lean and decently toned, but he was not special beyond his ability to keep up with the other more muscular males. He doubted his worth to give tribute to the wonderful goddess just in the other room, especially as he watched the previously self assured males who entered the room one at a time leave the room exhausted and hardly able to walk, requiring the Shaman to assist them away. One by one, the males before him entered and every time, they would leave just the same. Soon enough, he was next.
As the fifth male was lead out of the room, the Shaman held open the curtain and he walked inside, swallowing hard. He instantly saw her; her green body on full display as her thick legs raised and lowered, her large clawed toes flexing and relaxing while her hands danced over her large bosom and the soft expanse of her belly. As she looked at him with those piercing yellow eyes, he could have sworn she saw her expression shift to that of surprise before a smirk dominated her features and one of her hands curled a finger, calling him over to her.
"Come now, my faithful servant." she said in that deep, rich tone that mesmerized any who listened. His body responded as he walked up to her, his shaft growing to full mast in very little time as he crawled up the soft bedding between her legs and noticed that her luscious lips bore no traces of seed from the previous males. "Dive deep into your Goddess and sate your pleasure, but you're not permitted to leave until you have given every drop you have as tribute." she said as a hand trailed down her belly to her lips, two fingers pulling them apart to show the insides soaked with her copious honey.
"O-of course, Glorious One." he said with worry that there was no way he could ever appease her, yet every aspect of her demanded he at least try. Grasping his shaft, he gently stroked the tip against her spread lips before intending to gently press into her, only for him to be driven by the hot sensation to dive all the way into her and lean over her belly, yet she didn't make a sound in discomfort. In fact her insides seemed to be quite pleased as they slowly pulsed and clenched around him, coaxing a creeping warmth to run down his tense sack. He remained still for a moment before he began to move, grasping her left leg in his hand as he drew back to the head before diving smoothly back into her, coaxing a low groan from her. He had given tribute to the Shaman before, and he relished the sensation of being blessed by a proxy to a God, but he now found himself being blessed by a Goddess herself and every aspect of her being was exotic and erotic. The way her bosom bounced every time his hips met her own, the way her belly jiggled, the sound of her low huffs of air, the way her large legs swayed, the way her copious fluids made her lips suction to his hips every time he tried to pull back, all of it was nothing short of glorious.
He did not know how long he was atop her, the only thing telling the time being how her insides would occasionally tighten up before a new wave of heat soaked his loins. He had settled into a rhythm that focused on moving and obscuring his mind to the grand pleasure he was feeling, but that was shattered with a low throaty groan from the Goddess that accompanied a particularly hard clench followed by repeated intense clenches on every inch of him, and the threshold of his own climax was quickly surpassed.
"G-Glorious One! I cannot h-h-hold IIING!" he bellowed as he felt that fireball in his core race down between his legs and out his shaft in powerful, eager spurts that splashed as deep as he could reach inside of her. His entire body gave in this act as he arched backwards and felt as if he was draining his soul out through his union with her in an unreasonably blissful act that, upon the sensation fading, left him easily as exhausted as the males before him as he rest his head against her belly.
"Oh my." she complemented as she licked her lips. "You've pleased you Goddess with your offering. If you can feel your legs again, please come back after the other males have given their tribute." she said as she gently stroked his head.
As his climax finally passed, Elgar snapped her finger and the Shaman entered, assisting him to his feet, the excess seed he spilled spurting out of her as his shaft was pulled free. The Shaman looked at Elgar with a worried expression.
"Oh Glorious One, it is an honor to pay tribute to you, but please spare our lives." she said in a pleading tone. Elgar blinked and looked at her before smiling.
"Oh my sweet servant, I am not consuming the life from your males. The exhaustion they feel is their own doing." she said as she ran her hand down her belly to her soaked lips, feeling her latest tribute spill slowly from her before she moved her fingers around and made his excess fluid vanish from her body. "If I wished to devour your people I would have done so already." she said, seeing the Shaman's worry melt into a comfort. "Now, if you please, send in the next male."