The flight was unremarkable, allowing for a good rest on the long international trip. A needed one, considering the schedule to come was near non-stop once they settled in. However, arriving in the ‘gilded city’ was something that had more splendor than expected. Adrianna had been all over the world, many capitals and wonders visited. While each place was certainly beautiful, their tourism departments did a good job overselling it. Thysterie was no exception, but it was certainly a sight to see the grand temple from the sky as they landed. Golden roofs shone, curved spires and classical architecture preserved in the city center. That little square amid the towering buildings of glass, concrete, and steel stood out more than most places. Though few aged buildings remained beyond the limited bounds of the old city, key buildings were built in the image of old, the only truly ancient structure being the temple itself. Of course, numerous renovations were done, but you couldn’t tell from the outside. The area around it kept the classic stone paved streets, cramped alleys, clustered stone structures. Historic, and majestic on its own right. As long as you weren’t trying to drive. Stepping into the terminal, Adrianna slung her bag over her shoulder, and stretched first and foremost. A lioness, with long flowing blonde hair, green eyes, and modest business clothes. She turned then, waiting for Leon. A lion like her, unsurprising considering they were born in the same place, most species being regional to some degree. He was dressed far less formal than her, carrying along a duffel bag as tired eyes were rubbed. “Ugh, I hate long flights. Can never sleep on them, and now we’re jet lagged.” “Careful with the complaints mister, word gets back to the company and you might be passed up for exciting trips like this in the future.” Adrianna said with a bit of amusement in her smirk. “You need a coffee or anything before we hit the hotel?” He shook his head, reseating the duffel’s loop over his shoulder. “Nah, the last thing I need is ten times marked up cheap coffee. I’ll get something at the hotel if I need it. Do we get a rental or taxi?” “Both, to a degree. The film crew got in a day or two ago with all the equipment they could bring and sourced the rest. Should have a van or truck they’re meeting us with.” Leon mumbled an affirmative and they began the long journey of exiting the sprawling airport. — The land of dragons could very well be something mythical, much less a real town to a real species. One of the few created expressly by divinity and not nurtured from the soil by other deities like most peoples were. In such modern times, it was a bustling grand city, though those weren’t entirely uncommon already. Skyscrapers, grid roads, a staunch lack of effective public transport, some things were just universal. However there was a level of grace to the city, yet hard to put to words. As much as Adrianna looked out the window with silent interest, there was nothing she could point to that could showcase the feeling it brought. Perhaps it was as simple as being in the same city a god was in. A little snort and a nod, yeah, that could be it. Not many gods left these days, much less ones that keep in the public eye. Well, she supposed that Tarkthys didn’t really go out of his way to present himself, but there was no denying that him and his rituals generated some level of spectacle. After all, that was why she was here. To film a little documentary about him and the town. But mostly a single, specific ritual that occurred once a year. Drake history was nothing unknown, the city was already somewhat of a tourist trap, there wasn’t much new to cover. Except what goes on in the temple. It’s never hidden, in fact, publicly broadcast. But unless you were a believer in the god-dragon’s temple, or into a specific… kink, you had no reason to come across it. Of course, it was dredged up every year or so around the time the ritual occurred, protests in lands far away or online outrage. Then it was forgotten in the media storm for the rest of the time. Sure interviews were had, statements given, but it had been going on long enough that nothing ever changed. This ritual, the lifestyle, the temple workings; those were the things not done to death. Intrigue and discovery remained, even if only a bit. Beyond that, the lioness found it somewhat fascinating. She didn’t quite know what to make of it when she first heard of it, and it remained stuck in her head forever since. Maybe she’ll finally be able to put that yearning to rest after getting a close up look of it. An opportunity arose, and she jumped on it. The rituals were often, if not always, streamed and recorded. Yet it was all done within the temple, recorded by the temple staff, and for the temple recipients. Not hidden, but not something easy to stumble across. Easier now that the internet allowed the god’s worship to spread and grow immensely beyond the population he created. This time it was open to outsiders to document it. It’s not the first time, but it has been quite awhile since, the last one only existing in digitized VHS recordings. Now? It was time to see this spectacle for herself in person, and to see if she merely had morbid curiosity, or something more. — “Three weeks until the big day. That’s a good long shoot.” Leon said, tossing a water bottle between his hands. “I don’t know how it got so boring, so fast. I mean, this is the land of dragons, fucking dragons! And it’s just another city it seems like?” Adrianna sighed, rolling back from her laptop at the hotel desk. “Leon. We have been here not even a full day. One jet lagged night, and what’s shaping up to be one night of calling and confirming things. There’s going to be a lot of moving parts, a lot of people we need to meet. It’s good to get everything in line first. Go take a walk or something, you’re not helpless.” “Uggghhh, I already have! It’s just shops and coffee places!” The lioness pinched her muzzle with a faint ‘oh my god’, “Leon. We are like, fifteen minutes from the airport. We are right smack dab in the middle of the urban tourist area. The most sanitized, conformed, expensive, shitty area. Wanna see some good stuff? Get a cab to the historic city center. Walk around the temple, try some street vendors off the beaten path.” “Ugh, Adria, that sounds like so much fucking effort though.” Swinging back to face her laptop, the lioness shook her head, sending her mid-length curls waving. “That sounds like a ‘you’ problem. Just watch some TV or something if you’re bored.” A groan, shuffling to grab a remote, then noise filled room. From the lioness’s guess, a typical action movie, immediately hearing guns, explosions, and music to match. A little distracting, but could be worse. Settling back in, getting her fingers back on home row, her new calm was disrupted with Leon shouting from his side of the room. “What the fuck!?” The man said, seemingly in utter shock. Slamming her palms on the table, Adrianna snapped her head to look at him. “What the fuck now, Leon!” “This is porn!” Adrianna so dearly wanted every room on their floor to hear the sound of her palm hitting her forehead. “For fucks sake, change the channel!” “It’s the movie channel though! I just don’t know why the fuck they’re showing porn all of a sudden!” The claws dragging down her face might as well have been letting blood. “Leon. Does it star dragons.” “Yeah?” She reached her hands out in a strangling motion. “Did. You. Not. Read. ANYTHING I WROTE IN THE BRIEF!?” The shocked look shifted to contemplation. “Uhhh… Oh, the uhh… one with the-“ “Leon. You are so fucking lucky you have such a nice dick. I’d have fired you personally years ago.” Despite the woman’s near scathing tone, the man settled into a bit of an awkward blush as he averted his eyes. “I’m… I’m not that bad, am I? At the job I mean, not… you know, our other ‘activities’.” Crossing her arms and raising a brow. “Dragons. Known for unique and questionable culture. What is the questionable thing?” “Uhhh… I mean it’s the whole less-modest thing, right?” Finally glancing over to the TV, Adrianna saw a fit female dragon being the action star, tactically moving with a shouldered modern rifle and dropping dozens of nameless goons. The girl was clad in barely anything, combat boots, straps around her thighs that held ammo and a sidearm, with garter strands leading to a belt around a thin waist. What could best be described as a super skimpy ‘combat bra’ could be seen doing their best to hold back and cover areola on a healthy pair of tits that bounced with the otherwise serious combat motions. By dragon measures, this movie must have been made for export, considering the girl’s bare pussy was barely in the shots and she actually had a top on. The lioness merely shot a hand out at the tv with a displeased expression. “And what’s that? Hint, it’s not porn.” “A… immodest dragon girl. In… a dragon movie. Look, I get it, I was dumb, sorry.” The maned man held up his hands in defeat. “Sorry, sorry. I just got caught off guard. Gimme a full night’s sleep, I’ll be better.” Adrianna leveled her hands out with a breath. “Ugh, shit. Sorry about snapping myself. I just want to make sure this goes smoothly. Let me stress out these first few days while things are getting set in stone, and please don’t make it worse. After that, you’re free to be yourself all you want.” A nod from the man, as the well-dressed woman sat back at the desk. A final look back from her was shot back at him. “You’re eating me out tonight, by the way.” — “Wow, this Tarkthys guy is packing.” Leon said, head craning around as they walked through the resplendent temple. It didn’t have opulence in decoration, rather austere, instead relying on architecture and material. High, vaulted ceilings, wide halls, immaculate marble and granite, gold filigree. Every room was nearly a cathedral on its own, and the likeness of the temple’s deity was placed at frequent intervals in fine statues or other representations. Each of these displays of the masculine dragon god’s form didn’t skimp on any detail, everything between the legs given fine attention. Adrianna chuckled. “You would focus on the footlong cocks rather than the nearly naked woman guiding us.” A following giggle sounded from in front of the two lions, a dragoness in sheer, flowing silk robes that barely covered her and didn’t not obstruct where it did. She glanced back, walking steadily, boasting some plush weight that gave her quite the soft appearance, clearly a mother. “Oh, don’t get so red faced~! This is a key part of the temple and His teachings! Bodies are natural, wonderful things. Don’t let some imposed notion of shame suppress that, let His example guide you.” They reached a smaller room eventually, still nice but lacking the awe-inspiring construction or dongs. A nice wooden table was set up, and the three followed to sit at certain spots. Leon pulled some recording equipment out of a bag, passing microphones and connecting them to devices and laptops. As the interview was set up, Adrianna pulled out a notepad and reviewed her questions, ensuring their quality. When all was ready, it began with a thumbs up and a professional air, the lioness speaking calmly and competently without even regarding the interviewee’s state of exposure. Initial questions were asked, common ground, basic background, introducing the woman as one of the temple’s community liaisons. Basic things that were established, but used as a refresher. Some city history, the story of the dragon people, their relation to the literal god within the temple walls. Honestly, Adrianna was just going through the paces. It wasn’t until later that the lioness was able to ask some more hard hitting questions. “Now, as both we have noticed and quite a few others surely have too, there is a… large amount of nudity around the city. While typically not so much in the outer areas or high commercial zones with international business dealings, the city center with the temple and more residential areas don’t seem to have issues with both sporting nudists, or sporting very public and bold nude imagery. Such as the various Tarkthys statues that don’t spare any detail.” The woman nodded, her own similar state of exposure matching up. “As stated, one of the temple’s major points is body positivity. Obviously there will be a socially ‘ideal’ body type, but that’s not the goal for us to impose. We promote nudity in an effort to normalize a part of ourselves that we all have, and too many feel the need to hide or be shamed about. The city and much of dragon society formed with this in mind. While there aren’t many full on nudists, there isn’t the usual stigma of spending a day with nice weather without clothes here.” The lioness kept up her professional air, going down her list. “A noble premise, and one that many either support or applaud. However many people over the world have expressed their concern for the risks that might bring. The most common concern that arises is the exposure children have to adult bodies and sexual imagery when the typical public experience contains such statues or nudity.” “Part of the issue the temple has with such a sentiment is within that question, Adrianna. Let me be clear, we have no intention of exposing, or promoting, sexual situations and intent to children. While understandable in the global cultures, one simple thing that gets overlooked with draconic society is one key aspect: nudity isn’t inherently sexual. That is something imposed in more modest outlooks. For us, it’s just that natural part ourselves. Children have bodies, adults have bodies. They should know everyone has one, in all shapes and sizes, in all manner of combinations. They should not have a part of themselves left to the unknown, actively avoiding exploring besides for private times where they could fall into falsities.” The lioness notched her head higher, already understanding of this concept, but thinking the sheer robed dragon worded it very well. “A good way to put it, thank you for the clarification. Now, a few other topics remain…” — Finally, the good one. Still retreading, still covering old ground, but at least it was the primary topic Adrianna was interested in. That massive elephant in the room, the logic-defying ritual, an occasion so alien to the woman, but so fascinating in return. “One final topic remains that I wish to ask about. The ritual, occurring in about a week. One of much controversy, and not secrecy, but actively avoiding publication. Would you be willing to give a bit of history, or explanation? How such a ritual of sapient sacrifice persisted into modern day?” Without much hesitation, just a long blink to form words, the attendant nodded. “The history is fairly simple. To preface, the act of sacrificing people to Him had already existed, but as a form of punishment. For criminals, of high offense. Our death penalty. This was done to humiliate, to give a fitting, terrible end to those that deserved it. As such, it was intended to be a very unglamorous death. And that death would be to die in Tarkthys’ rectum. Pardon the informality, but it was the simplest way to have Him give a shitty end to those whose soul he would need to claim. This is no longer done, or at least, exceedingly rare, with federal approval required.” “Interesting. Why would that act require approval, while the current ritual does not, and claims more lives?” “Executing is different from willing sacrifice for the obvious reason. Those that would traditionally be destined for His anus, would be quite fittingly unwilling. That doesn’t work, since they wouldn’t sign the waivers and other paperwork that allows the current ritual. Plus, with the advent of nationalization and the introduction of a federal government separate from any religious entity, carrying out capital punishment for religious reasons doesn’t quite fly. There are exceptions, and the temple can apply to carry out a righteous punishment, but it must be granted and often doesn’t.” “I see. So this current ritual of offering, could you explain that to any who might be unaware?” “Of course. It’s a similar ritual where individuals meet their end within our Lord’s body. This time, instead of the anus, the penis and testicles. I’ll say right now, don’t look for logic within a celestial being’s anatomy. The reasons are more in the pleasure shared between the parties, and the material spawned. In a brief overview, achieving youth that are fresh adults are offered the chance to sacrifice themself. Should they accept, they partake of the ritual where they descend His urethra, and their bodies are converted to mana-laden gold semen and their souls taken to his domain.” Adrianna sagely nodded. “And this process is fatal, correct?” The woman had a smile brighter than one should’ve with the way she dreadfully responded, “Yes.” Keeping up a serious air, “It is fatal. And while there is no way to dull the pain before the immediate end, great steps are taken to ensure bliss before that short-lived final moment. Beyond this, there are financial compensations given to the families, as well as donations to the schools and programs that allowed the high achieving offerings. All of this, with them knowing what is in store, and that in all the time since nationalization, only sixteen people have ever declined. If anything, the number of offerings have only grown now that we accept international followers.” “Despite the widespread arguments against this, and near global controversy, the ritual has grown? Would you have any reasons or theory as to why?” “The presence of a true deity in our plane can be quite motivating. He doesn’t demand worship, nor does he have some sort of divine attraction, but when a god can sit in front of you, it makes being a true believer very possible. Especially for dragons. We don’t require attendance or belief in the temple, but there is a tangible connection to our progenitor. Being in his presence truly is divine. Words can’t describe the bliss that comes before the end, it is worth it.” “So you would say the reward for agreeing to be a sacrifice is purely spiritual? Despite the, ah, role of the genitals in this event, there’s no sexual nature?” Now the dragon sighed. “Well, that is not something we can firmly say. Not out of reluctance, but rather we can’t confirm. We know the offerings get bliss. Tarkthys himself has demonstrated that. Now obviously, with the existence of the internet and the rather accessible nature of niches now, especially sexual, yes. There are people that find the concept of this ‘vore’ arousing. And honestly, He might be one of them. While I can’t personally see how such a thing can be hot, and the temple can’t really prove they’re into it in that way, there are certainly offerings here with that motive. But consider it a bonus rather than the main drive.” “Then what would you say the main drive is? A divine connection?” “In part. While Tarkthys has never said much about an afterlife, he most certainly takes our souls into his domain. There is still plenty for interpretation, but it becomes more of a ‘joining his divine self’ rather than a pearly gates scenario. Some even interpret a form of incarnation with that, if one assumes that no new souls are made, and that He collects all of ours. As a minor attendant, I can merely relay debate and conjecture of the scripture and messaging that are more ambiguous than the primary ideals. But as a more tangible response, the ritual creates a large quantity of mana infused gold semen. This material is very unique, and rather pricey due to the rarity and actual cost involved in the creation.” “What makes mana infused gold so precious? Is it just the rarity and requirement of death to make it?” A shake of the near nude dragon’s head. “Electricity as we know it is the solution to mana being unstable and hard to use. The magic of the ancient times has been harnessed in appliances and microchips. And far more efficient. Most of the world’s power comes from the major mana wells, converted into power. These converters heavily rely on mana-attuned gold as conductors and components. We provide the material at a purity simply unattainable otherwise. The cost however, is very clear. Lives went into it. It should be priced accordingly. As such, our offerings are proud to know they forward their people’s cause. Bringing prosperity to dragons and any who live in the nation, and their own immediate family.” “I see. That explains the wealth of technical industry here, thanks for your explanation.” Adrianna paused, frowning a bit. Yes, the answers were good, and helped shed a bit more light on this shadowy practice. But she felt… dissatisfied. She needed more. Clarity. She was still far from truly understanding this thing she couldn’t comprehend. There it was again, that tightness in her chest, the slight butterflies, shivers wracking her ever so subtly. That craving. For knowledge, surely. But one thing was for sure. She could tell that she needed to be there, witness it with her own eyes, take testimony. She needed to experience this fully, if she were to hope to understand. Even more, understand what the feeling it gave her was. — The lioness wore her best business formal, and was already feeling too restricted by it. Sweating, fidgeting, feeling like the collar of her shirt was constricting her neck. She ran down her mental checklist over and over, trying to both calm and distract herself. But the attendant she interviewed was right. Being in a god’s presence, even if not made of His ilk, was certainly something. In a strange twist, Leon was the calm, professional one. A bit laid back, but in a far better state than Adrianna was in. “Adria, you’ve paced around the camera two hundred times in less than ten minutes. Chill out, what’s gotten into you?” She held her arms up. “What hasn’t!? We’re in a god’s chamber! About to watch people jump down his cock, smiling, to their deaths! My god, how are you calm!?” Leon shrugged, looking over to the massive gilded thigh and calf they were near. They were allowed to set up equipment and film on the main floor of the ritual, ground level as the golden lord of all dragons towered over them in a perfectly still, peaceful kneel. The only thing moving was his chest as it softly, but loudly, billowed in the spacious, domed room. “I dunno, like, sure. Impressive. But it’s just a really big dude. Kinda underwhelming. I was expecting, like, incomprehensible divine energy or something?” “God, you so would be just completely unfazed by the single greatest thing I’ve ever seen?” Adrianna said before moving to chew her claws as she looked around, trying not to peer up at the man whose head reached two thirds of the way to the grand ceiling. “It’s a big hunky dragon, sure. But it’s a fucking GOD. G-O-D. Here! Right in front of us! Holy fuck! Like, made life! All powerful! Yada yada?” Leon looked again, still hosting a neutral face. “Look, I already said he was impressive, right? I don’t get why you’re freaking out. We’re not dragons. He didn’t make us.” If Adrianna pulled her hair any harder it would rip out. “NGgghh! Leon! I- What- Fuck! I don’t know. This is… unlike anything I know. I feel… not different, but… anxious? Like this is way more important than just standing around and interviewing some people before they die.” The male lion’s face shifted to one of slight concern. “Well, are you like… feeling alright? You good? You look stressed, but if, like, you ate some bad food or something, don’t hurt yourself to do this.” She stopped around, trying to find words. “I’m fine. I’m just- I- Ngh… I’m on the verge. A precipice.” She lifted her fingers, pinching them for a short distance. “This fucking close. To… something! I’ve been fascinated by this whole thing for so long. I might finally get answers. Understanding. But I just don’t truly know what I’m looking for. Why I’m here.” Now Leon had to merely raise a brow. “Alriiight. Well, just… don’t push yourself. Still got an hour before the show starts.” — Without the fog of whatever her mind was going through, it would almost be comical. A staircase to a cock. A curved support beam for the throbbing, near-truck sized member. To think someone had to design that. Draft it. Work out the weight and tolerance. Build it. Just to hold a cock up for eighteen and nineteen year olds to jump down it. What the fuck. Adrianna had spaced out for much of it. Leon merely passively recording the announcements, the names of the offerings, their place of origin and a special shoutout they requested. Crushes, good teachers, parents. It came off so benign. So completely detached to the consequences. How? Walking nude to the table of oils and scents, robed attendants dousing and groping them. Giggles and moans, dances and chants. Idle chatter, congratulations, excitement and relief for making it to right where they want to be. Most were dragons, a good fifteen in this batch. Four more of other species from around the world, either visiting for this or immigrants. It didn’t matter. How could any of this matter? How could they talk like friends and family weren’t going to watch them vanish inside a penis and die? This dissonance was what stumped Adrianna. The lioness torn between the serious topic this fatal ritual was, and the clear and constant examples of casual life, atop the pure fluster that it revolved around a giant penis. She managed to terribly interview a few of the offerings before they got lubed and linked to the god. Stupid things like ‘why’d you agree?’ Always responded with ‘because I wanted to!’ Or a variation of it being their dream. She flat out asked one, “Do you think or know if this will hurt?” All the young man did was nod cheerily. “Probably!” Then prance off to those stairs to smile as a professional crew took their photo. By now, Adrianna was sat on the floor, hands on her head, eyes boring holes into the marble floor as she tried to make sense of their atoms. Other crews had also set up equipment. Jumping at a chance to record this for the first time in decades. A good portion of them all had vore in the company name somewhere. One was straight up an ASMR channel, with a directional mic pointed right at that massive, leathery ballsack between godly legs. Ready for when the fun began. The offerings had lined up on the stairs, the first waiting at the top, staring at the dragon lord’s foreskinned tip. One more freshly minted, high accomplishing adult waited every two steps down. Faces bright, tails wagging giddily, murmurs of wonder and awe circling around. All this. To die. Horribly, by all logic. And did she mention it was in a PENIS!? Adrianna muttered to herself, again, “What the fuck?” The worst part is that this confusion did not drown out her thirst for this. This need to view it, to get to the bottom of the reclusive ritual. That had to be what the chills and flipping stomach meant. The shudders, the inability to get it out of her head. The wetness in… her… panties? Eyes shot open, pupils moving to slits. A much louder ‘what the fuck!?’ Was primed, but it died in her throat. No. Couldn’t be. “Alright Adria, you’re getting worse. Like you just saw a ghost. C’mon, something is wrong. Talk to me.” Leon said, moving to squat down beside her. “You’re on the floor, that’s… not normal.” “No. No way.” She muttered, moving to look over at the cock casting a shadow over her entire body. Leon held up his hands. “I know you don’t wanna miss this, but seriously. You look… actually unnerved.” “Do you feel it?” She asked, eyes flitting around. Reflecting the faint golden glow of the large form they were near. “Oh shit, if you’re gonna say there’s some like… religious thing going on right now-“ “No. No! It’s there, right? Everywhere. The heat.” Eyes narrowing. “Adria, sorry, but this is a super bad time to go into heat. But I guess that explains the-“ She jolted upright. Just as the first offering took the plunge. A shape squirming down the shaft’s underside, an imprint visible as they traveled through the urethra. The lioness stood still, in near awe, facing the giant balls nearly as tall as her resting in a wrinkled sack so close to them. “The heat. It’s there.” Leon was split between making sure his camera was rolling so he didn’t ruin her project, and calling for help. He made sure to get a good view of the bulge in that large cumvein running under Tarkthys’s dick before stepping to her again. “Adria. You’re… not making sense. Like, his body heat? Yeah, it’s a giant dude. I feel a little warm being close to him. AC must cost a fortune here.” “No. Inside. The furnace.” Her knees were visibly getting weaker, and a slight step was taken towards those leathery orbs. “Alright, that’s it.” Leon said, leaving to go find someone. Adrianna was left alone, fighting between the depths of dissonant confusion and a sort of trance. “They’re going to die in there. Melted. Digested. Why does that make me feel…” She shook her head, nearly growling as her mind went through turmoil. “What do I feel? Can it actually be…” Silence followed, merely witnessing, watching the first offering vanish into the sack. Near imperceptible, there was perhaps some slight jostling in the nut closest to her, a bump here and there. A faint noise, but she was in no place to focus. Then more. Two. Five. Ten. By then, she was lost. Smiling, hot and bothered, but not nearly as much as those beyond that wrinkled wall of skin. Screams were heard, steam billowing off the sack as it got to work, a sheen of sweat forming and beading down to add to the soaked puddle on the rich crimson pillow under the god’s form. Every detail, every ounce of added definition to the hands and faces pushing to the skin now that there were enough bodies inside to fill them, to force them against the wall and giving them nowhere to go as harsh clenches compacted them. The way his own golden color and the red fabric, and the pristine marble subtly reflected in the moisture of his sweat. The snaps and gurgles inside, a near sizzling permeating the area immediately around the sack. This was all… rather impressive. The pure power. The act of breaking these living, prestigious, youthful people into nothing but gold cum. Cum. That’s all they were becoming, at the end of the day. Useful cum. But cum. What was this feeling? It wasn’t direct arousal. Perhaps distilled. Ecstasy. But she wasn’t on the verge of climaxing. Just unable to look away. Awestruck. Hearing the begs, the stark shrill cries, the sobs and screams. Smelling the sweat pouring off the busy balls matching her height, watching the struggles as it worked on the load. She stepped forward. Having seen others do it. Finally gaining control of her body again. Muscles moving, legs bringing her to that round, wall of skin and flesh. She neared it, immersed in musk, a downright masterclass in atmospheric experiences surrounding her. The sights and smells were burning into her mind, appreciated and focused on. A sense of taboo filled her. That was it. The chills. The nerves, the shivers. Not unsure anticipation. Excitement. To break a taboo, to see something new. Forbidden. That primal lust of what you can’t have. Adrianna knew there was no one thing about this. A perfect storm of interests she never thought to explore. Ones that she might not find intriguing on their own. Vore? Swallowing people was weird. But this brought something else out of her. Held a topic she absolutely would not have treaded. A hand reached out, pressing to the sweltering, moist skin. Rough, leathery, pulsing with contractions and writhing, broken, churning bodies within. Hot, warming her to her bone, an intimacy unlike anything before. That was the key, the combination. The cornerstone of her focus for this, what made this unique and dare she say fascinating. Death. These people were dying. Screaming. Begging. Fighting to even have a chance of escape for a fate they worked so hard to obtain. They wanted this. Put their entire lives to this outcome. This agonizing final moment. They walked to that staircase with smiles and cheers. It was just so… raw. The twist, the absolutely incomprehensible actions. The waste of life, the disregard for a new generation’s brightest. This was by all means an extreme act. Yet it was happening with all the casualness of a Sunday sermon. Crowds gathered around in the viewing seats. Streams had turnouts that would shame cable. This was celebrated. This terrible, taboo thing was welcomed. That was what did it for her. Knees shaking, a sense of euphoria washing over her. It wasn't an orgasm, it wasn’t a moment of meeting god. Adrianna merely got her answer. This was wonderful. A morbid curiosity that bloomed much further than curiosity. The context of this whole thing was just pure art. She couldn’t understand it. It defied logic. That made it all the sweeter. This shouldn’t happen. This shouldn’t exist. Yet here she was, able to keenly hear them melt down into molten cum. The tension had left her. Borne of refusing to look at this in any way but confusion. Seeking a solution. There was no answer to this, no sense that could be used to truly put a price on a life. And it was so willingly paid. Adrianna pulled her hand back, slick, wet, smelly with the heavy sweat. Rubbing her fingers together, she felt the moisture’s coating. This wasn’t lust. But that was the missing piece of the equation, arousal. It was now found. She would need to change underwear at the hotel later, for sure. Trying to find words for a feeling so deep and unknowable was hard. But she supposed this scene could be called hot to her. Not for a personal desire to experience it, but that established fascination. A context so shocking, so taboo, that she could only understand it with the lens of pleasure. Because fetishes don’t often make sense. And that’s okay. — “Are you okay?” Leon said, a temple attendant beside him. Concern on their faces, a phone in hand to get emergency services if needed. Adrianna spun around, posture firm, the shakes gone, a slight smile. “Hmm? Oh, absolutely.” “You were… not okay before. What happened?” The lioness outstretched her hands to face the massive, pulsing balls, hands and faces occasionally bumping them out. “I just needed a moment to process all of… this.” “What, the… balls? Fuck, are those hands? Screaming?” Leon said, the casual expression breaking. Turning with a sharper grin, the lioness nodded. “Yes. Listen to them beg! Marvelous, isn’t it?” The attendant sighed, a lithe dragon man. He patted Leon’s shoulder. “You might wanna head out. Or focus on recording, or whatever you’re here for. I’ll watch over her.” “What do you mean? What’s going on?” The man chuckled, “An awakened obsession.” — Silence had returned, no longer the humming churns and sizzles, the faint shrieks and snaps. A crowd no longer chattering around the room, cheers or applause. Just that far bass of the dragon deity’s breathing, little patters of feet on the immaculate marble tile. Rustles of sweeping and cleanup, squeaks of trash carts. Adrianna stared at the aftermath, watching the large basin of shimmering gold fluid settle and steam. Cooling, the occasional gilded bone rising up that was then scooped out with nets. Hands behind her back, she watched in silence. Basking, feeling as if that heat radiating off the pooled gold were rays of sunshine. A deep breath, smelling the permeating scent of what occurred. Imagining the very souls of those this cum used to be fading away. Cracking her eyes open as a light bubbling noise came up, she watched a draconic skull get skimmed out of the pool. She ran through the faces of the draconic offerings she watched climb that staircase, realizing it could be any one of them. “So, what sold you? Didn’t make you out to be a cock vore fan.” The dragon that came with Leon asked, watching the scene with her. “It’s not entirely that. I’d always been drawn to this. First I thought from the controversy, a good story. Then a mystery. Now, I think it’s just plain infatuation. I just watched almost twenty people die. Kids, by all means but law. That gravity, with such a callous affair for it… I get tingles. That’s all I can really say.” She gestured to the large form of Tarkthys, eyes closed, still again. “This is a body. A god, divine, all that. But at the end of the day, people just died in his balls. Mixing such things as death and genitalia seemed degenerate, near criminal at best. But I get it. There’s something so… impactful about all this.” She shook her head. “That disregard, the casualness, the fact it’s his dick… I’m feeling like I’m discovering something new. Unnatural, unattainable. Yet here it is.” She said before looking back to the gold pool. “That’s their bodies. Their pain, their end, for that. A puddle. And they wouldn’t have it any other way.” The lioness’s head rolled back, a deep breath running through her chest. “It’s perfect.” Then she turned to them, face a bit unsure. “Am I fucked in the head?” A chuckle from the man beside her. “Not at all. You’ve seen the crowds, the history. This is more than just you. Besides, in our case, we’re just observers. Even though they all signed up for it, there’s nothing we can do. Would you deny them their perfect end? Would you have the power to stand up to a god? It’s best for us to sit back and watch the show, partake of something you can’t find anywhere else. There’s no good reason to get off on it, but as Tarkthys preaches, don’t hide yourself. People are into things, often weird. There’s consent for this, they are adults, even if just. They were into it too, in some form or another.” The lioness’ unsure face slowly lost its concern, building to a faint smile. “I’m… already looking forward to next year.” Adrianna muttered, turning back to the steaming pool. “I can still hear them… Just seeing the steam reminds me of the clouds rolling off His sack.” “Well, I think we can hook you up with another VIP pass so you can be on the floor again, instead of the stands. Actually…” The dragon rubbed his chin, looking up at the towering god. “We are looking to expand the temple’s media division. Would you be interested in a job? One that… might cover some private aspects? You seem like just the girl we need.” She turned, eyes glowing. “Private? This… this isn’t the only time He does this, is it?” “I can neither confirm nor deny. But I will say that you are limiting your scope. What if there is more than just Him?” “Give me the NDA already. I’m in.” Adrianna calmly stated. “Seeing how weak your knees have been during all this, I don’t even think you need it.”