In ancient cultures, the practice of offering up sacrifices to appease the gods was as common as breathing.  These sacrifices were meant to ensure good harvests, prevent disasters, or just to say thanks to the great powers that guided the lives of those that worshiped them.

      This tribe of mouse people was no different.  Every year a single young girl from one of the many litters was brought to the temple of the Harvest God and left at the feet of the High Priest to be sacrificed in solitude.  This particular year was especially important, so many of the tribe’s women were pregnant and it looked that the fields would not suffice without their god’s blessing.
      
      Deep into the stone temple this year’s sacrifice was led.  Even at the young age of ten, the girl understood that this was for her people and thusly went without fight though fear did clutch at her tiny heart.  When she was led into a huge chamber with a bath occupying most of its heart, her male guards left her in the hands of the many beautiful women that bathed in the waters.  They stripped her of her clothes and pulled her into the hot, scented waters, scrubbing the dirt and grime from her white fur and blond hair.
      
      The girl practically radiated youth and life when the women finished washing her and clothing her in the ceremonial clothes that were really just strips of cloth to cover her little nipples and cunny.  As was per tradition, her eyes were covered ceremoniously with a strip of pure white cloth before two of the women lead her deeper into the temple, to the very heart of it.
      
      The bath had done much to soothe the girl, but as her feet traversed the stone floor blindly, kept from tripping only by the hands that held hers, her heart began to flutter ever more.  Soon she heard a door open and the crackling of a large fire.  She was made to kneel there and so she did, waiting as bravely as she could for her end.  She heard the door close behind her then felt hands upon her head, making her still as they unbound her eyes.  She blinked against the bright light that assaulted her from the colossal fire against the far stone wall.  It looked to be the entrance of Hell itself.
      
      Then she looked up at the man that stood before her and blinked.  Even her young mind registered that this man was far too young to be the High Priest, the one that had served her tribe for thousands…  Her little eyebrows rose even more as she took him in.  Like her, his fur was white, but unlike her, his was dyed with red and black in patterns that enticed the eye.  His hair was black as night and long, spilling about his shoulders in silky waves, but it was his eyes that startled her the most.  Unlike her and every member of their tribe whose eyes were blue, his were a crimson so bright it seemed the flames of the fire behind them lived on in his eyes.
      
      “Wh-who?” she stammered, her bell like voice trembling but he smiled at her.
      
      “I am the High Priest of the Harvest God, and you, Child, are this year’s sacrifice,” he told her, his voice holding in it a power that instantly had her bowing low to the floor.  There was no mistaking this voice, the same she’d heard a thousand times even in her short life.  It was the voice of her people’s god, the very one that whispered to them in their dreams and spoke to them as they ate.
      
      “I-I am ready, High Priest,” she squeaked quietly, raising up to gaze at him again, only to be startled when he knelt before her and made her rise to her feet. 
      
      “No you aren’t, but neither were any of the other sacrifices,” he said quietly as he reached out and removed the strips of cloth that covered her body, gathering them up in one hand and setting them to the side.  “It is easier if you close your eyes,” he told her and she bit her little lip as she closed her eyes.
      
      Her squeak of surprise as she was pushed down onto her hands and knees was loud but not nearly as much as the sudden roar of the flames at the far end of the room.  She immediately looked over her shoulder at the male as he knelt behind her, his hard cock resting as hot as a branding iron against her rump, his right hand moving her tail to the side.  Her eyes went wider at the sight of his length and she shook beneath him as she really noticed that he’d been naked all this time.
      
      She had seen her father and brothers naked before, as was natural since families bathed together, but she’d never seen a male aroused and the sight instilled her with quite a bit of fear.  He was huge.  “Wh-what are you doing?” she squeaked.
      
      He gave her a devilish grin then as he lined himself up with her little cunny.  “Ensuring a good harvest next year by sowing your fertile field with my potent seed,” he told her, rubbing the tip of his prick against her sex.  She shivered beneath him as he did this, her whole body starting to tingle though the worst of it was where his hardness touched her.  She had no clue that the waters she’d been cleaned in were infused with aphrodisiacs and had only now just begun to sink in and affect her.
      
      She gave a little scream when he thrust into her, his thick, hard cock stretching her poor cunny wide as he went so deep and stole her virginity.  Her tiny hands clutched at the stone floor, not in pain but in surprise at his sudden filling of her.  She could feel her virginal blood slowly dripping down her thighs and she whimpered as he began to withdraw and thrust into her at a slow, steady pace.  Her only thoughts, at first, were that this was for her people.  So many would not starve because of this sacrifice, so many children- her friends and the unborn alike- would be able to grow up and have children of their own.
      
      His big hands on her hips kept her still only as long as it took for her thoughts to slowly turn to the feeling of him inside her.  As she began to pant and stare at him over her shoulder with eyes that gradually glazed with hunger, he shifted to place his hands upon the stone floor on either side of her.  Her hips immediately began to move back into each of his thrusts, seeking that filling feeling she received every time he thrust into her.  Pleasure began to infuse her, radiating from her cunny throughout the rest of her body.
      
      Her gasps and moans of pleasure soon escaped her, so feminine and cute, even as his grunts and groans of pleasure started to reveal themselves to her little mousy ears.  They seemed to urge her on; making her thrust her rump back into his thrusts with ever increasing eagerness, the pleasure starting to build inside her.  Her tail wrapped itself around his waist as her whole body started to hum, her breath coming in pants.  “P-please,” she whimpered, his only vocal response a deep, male chuckle.
      
      He thrust harder into her though, his hips slapping her little rear with each deep thrust, her stomach distending just a little as his tip pushed there.  Under the assault of his harder thrusts, her tongue lulled out and her eyes rolled back a bit, her groans practically dripping with ecstasy as he took her, but neither of them could last much longer.  With a final grunt, he slammed his hips into her rump one last time, thrusting his cock deep into her cunny one last time, holding himself there as he climaxed.  Just the feeling of his hot seed splashing into her womb had her screaming, her whole body shaking as she came hard around his prick.
      
      No sooner had the shaking stopped than he pulled out of her, leaving her collapsed and panting upon the floor as he picked up the strips of cloth that had been her ceremonial clothing.  He wiped off his cock with them then knelt and cleaned her inner thighs and little cunny, making her whimper incoherently.  After that, the High Priest stood and walked to great fire at the other end of the room, tossing the strips of cloth into it, watching them burn to ash instantly.
      
      As he walked back to the girl, the great fire slowly shrank until it was no more than the size of a candle flame.  He scooped up the girl, kissed her forehead, and held her until the two women that had brought her to him arrived.  He passed the girl off to them then watched them leave before closing the door.
      
      Like all the sacrifices before her, she would live out the rest of her days inside the temple, tending to his sexual needs until the next year where she and the others would help prepare the new sacrifice.  After which she would live her life in luxury with the other women until she died of old age.
      
      That year the harvest was so plentiful that the whole village celebrated with a festival, thanking the young girl whose name they could no longer remember and the Harvest God for accepting her sacrifice.