Sacrifice. It was a word Charlie never thought would ever be used to describe him. Yet still he sat in the cloth Hut, surrounded by nude tribeswomen dressed in nothing but their red and white paints and small feather headdresses of black and green feathers. He was the sacrifice. Those words rang in his ears as he nervously sat at the centre of these women.

In the hands of the priestesses sat bowls of a thick, sweet-smelling substance. He would say it was honey, yes it lacked the distinct amber colour. Dipping their hands into the oil, they began to smear it onto his nude body. Several women in small grass skirts chanted and danced around the eight women that painted him in the oil. No crack or crevice left untouched by the oil as they make sure he was smothered in the substance.

Just before this he had been cleaned thoroughly, thus the sweet-smelling oil had no other sense to compete with as it now gave him an almost delectable scent. As the chanting women danced around him, and the women with the oil came to finish their duties, one of the female drummers present stopped her monotonous pounding on the drum and peered outside the hut.

Four women entered the hut, and he immediately recognized them as the four clan leaders. Their bodies were painted in their respective clan colours, and they had the feather headdresses to match.

“There is our little hero~” Cluupyte teased as she walked over to Charlie. The four women surrounded him; each held a bowl in their hands.

“I have to admit, you impressed me outsider,” Ases said as she sat next to him.

“I am sure you shall be a worthy sacrifice!” she said as she dipped her fingers in the bowl. As her fingers left the bowl, they were covered in a dark green paint that matched her paint and feather headdress.

“I really don’t understand, what is going to happen to me?” Charlie asked, looking to Nolkonoe for comfort.

“You have done much for our tribe. Many claim you to be a hero, and we wish to show you our thanks for this as well as giving us our independence by giving you the highest honour of a man in our tribe. To be sacrificed to the Desert Ghost,” Nolkonoe explained.

“B…But what is going to happen to me?” Charlie pleaded.

“Don’t worry. You will not die, but by the end of the ritual you may feel as if you are dead,” Pycleia said as she also prepared to start painting him in her clan’s colours.

“We can’t tell you much about the ceremony as we need you to be as sacred but sexual as possible,” Nolkonoe said as she began to paint him in scared patterns with her paint.

“But why me…” Charlie asked.

“As I said, because we love you. We adore you, and after tonight, the clans will stop fighting for you as you take your place as a true hero and holy husband of the Chiefess,” Cluupyte added.

“We thank you for all you have done, but now we must prepare you for the sacrifice,” Ases said, leaning forward and placing a kiss onto his cheek.

“Thank you, really, but the thanks and praise must come after the ritual. I also think we wish to have a nice long talk with you. But now, it is important for us to do this before we go to war with the Region Lord,” Ases reassured. Charlie almost laughed at this. She was the last person he would expect to give him reassurance of any kind.

The drums roared around them as the four clan leaders began to paint him. Together the three chanted as they covered him in stripes and patterns. Once covered, the drummer who had summoned them before called to someone outside the hut. Instantly, Charlie recognised the four clan heirs as they entered the hut.

Each were clad in a small grass top, and even small grass skirt. Their hair was decorated with red and green feathers, while around their arms they were black and red feathers. Their bodies were painted in the usual red and white stripes, and their wolf-like eyes were fixed onto him. The can heirs surrounded him, grabbing each of his limbs, they hoisted him into the air.

“Looks like it is time for the sacrifice to begin,” Cluupyte sighed, a little annoyed that she couldn’t rub her hands across Charlie for longer. Together, the women carried him out of the hut. Cheers shook the air as the tribe saw them emerge. Chants filled his ears, causing his heart to rise into his throat.

Women pumping spears and fists into the air followed them as he was carried through the village. The crowd of about a hundred soon became two, then three hundred more as they reached the centre of the village. More and more gathered as they carried him towards the temple. Reaching the bottom steps, the women paraded him around the now fully gathered tribe.

After a few laps around the cheering tribe, they returned to the bottom of the steps. At the bottom, they lowered him so that he was easier to hold, before begging their accent up the steps. Charlie could feel his heart move higher and higher into his throat with each step up the temple. The chants of the four women terrified him. Closing his eyes, he preyed for this all to be over soon.

Reaching the top, the women carrying him stopped. Opening his eyes for a moment, he saw a pedestal not far from the stone altar. The altar was cleaned of blood and was covered by exotic animal furs. Looking past the furs, he looked again to the pedestal. A woman sat crossed legged; her head turned to face him. Her body was covered on white and red paints, a mask hung over her face, her hair was decorated in red and white feathers. But despite this, she sat nude.

Despite the mask hiding the face of the figure, he knew just from the feeling of their gaze, this was the Chiefess. Carrying him over to the alter, the women waisted no time in placing him down onto the furs. Once he was on the alter, he got no moment of relaxation as the women each took a limb and held him down over the alter.

Nolkonoe and her fellow clan leaders took up a position next to the alter. Bowing their heads, the women gestured to Charlie. As if he was some kind of sacrificed, offered to a powerful goddess, the Chiefess examined him. Seemingly happy with his sacrifice, she moved from her pedestal. Moving over to his side, she stared down upon his nudity.

The four clan leaders took their places with their daughters around the altar. Staring down at him, the Chiefess ran her gentle hands over his chest. Charlie’s heart raced as a women stepped to the side of the Chiefess, a crystal dagger in her hand. It took him a moment, but he recognised the dagger as the scared one from the storage room of the temple.

Oh god, they were actually going to sacrifice him! His heart raced as the Chiefess took the knife. Holding it high for a all to see, she mounted the altar. Wrapping her strong thighs around his legs, she kept the knife raised towards the sky. A pair of hands grabbed his head, forcing it back so that he could only look towards the sky.

“Don’t worry, for the ritual she will only take a little of your blood, mix it with her blood, then then with the blood of the clan heirs. After that, the enjoyable part begins,” the surprisingly soft voice of Ases whispered to him.

“What will?”

“Don’t worry, she wont kill you. But I wont like, for the ceremony to work, you shall feel pain,” Ases said as she hushed him and stroked the side of his face lovingly.

Griding her nude sex against his cock, the Chiefess lowered he knife. Placing the tip against his chest, she began to cut. A scream burst through Charlie’s throat and exploded beyond his lips. Carefully, the Chiefess slipped his cock inside her as she began to carve the symbol of a wolf’s paw onto his bicep.

It matched the theme of the other symbol he had on his other bicep. Once the symbol was made, she began to ride him. From under her mask, she mouthed the words ‘sorry’ to him. Charlie saw this, but still, it didn’t stop his tears from flowing. Wanting nothing more than to smother him in love, the Chiefess stayed stern as she began to ride him faster.

Offering the blood to the sky, she chanted loudly. The crowd followed the Chiefess’s lead as they began to chant as well. The clan leaders took the roles of holding Charlie while each of the clan heirs lined up along side Charlie. Taking the knife that was still covered with Charlie’s blood, she began to carve the same symbol she had just placed onto Charlie onto the four women.

She stared with Phukomeia. Their eyes stayed locked as the Chiefess made her mark. A single tear rolled down her cheek, but unlike Charlie, she didn’t scream nor show any sign of weakness. The blood flowed into the blade of the knife, like the story told to him by Phukomeia about the former Chiefess battling the raider army.

Once the knife had absorbed the blood, the Chiefess lowered the blade to the bleeding chest of Charlie. Closing his eyes, he readied her to cut again, but luckily there was still enough blood on his chest that she could easily use the flat of the blade to smother the blade in his blood. Moving to Xasuyle, she began the process again.

Xasuyle gave the Chiefess a glare of independence as her marking was applied. Not even a single tear came from her as her marking was applied onto the top of her right breast. A mixture of please, pain and petrifying fear flooded Charlie as the Chiefess rotated on him, still keeping his cock inside her.

“It’s all a show of dedication to the Desert Goddess. The blood of devotion and the seamen of life, the representation of our people’s blood and the white sands of the desert,” Ases continued, wiping his tears from his cheeks.

As expected of the daughter of the lead warrior, Felkouyope showed no sign of weakness as her carving was placed onto her. Wanting to match her rival, Klipesia did the same as her marking was made. As the last drops of the clan heirs’ blood and Charlie flowed into the knife, as around them seemed to darken.

Looking around with what little mobility he had, he saw the tribe bowing their heads. A white light appeared from the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he looked to the Chiefess. Behind her stood a white figure. Her hair was a silvery grey, her skin the same colour, maybe a little darker.

“How interesting,” the soft voice of the woman said, moving past the Chiefess.

The Chiefess kept her eyes down, not daring to look at the woman. Raising her hands, the woman stared down at Charlie.

“My daughters, I hear your call!” the woman said, despite her soft tone, her words seemed to echo over the tribe.

“My daughters, I demand a sacrifice!” the tribe cheered and screamed. Gliding to the side of Charlie, the woman smiled, her red eyes fixating with his.

“As thanks for all you have done, I will allow you to become the devoted husband of my disciple. Thank you human, I watch you with interest,” she whispered before standing again before the tribe.

“You have made the blood sacrifice! Now offer me his seed! Gather it and give it to the best of warriors to consume, do this and I shall give you, my blessing! I will give you the power to tare the Region Lord to death! Capture him and sacrifice him to me!” the Goddess screamed over the tribe. Smiling as her people responded, she placed a hand onto the shoulder of the Chiefess.

Her arm sank into the Chiefess, causing her hair to go white as she combined with the Chiefess. Once her body was combined with the Chiefess, Charlie watched as a smile spread across the face of the Chiefess.

“Let the sacrifice begin,” the voice of the Chiefess and Goddess merged as they spoke. A stunned Charlie only watched as he resigned to his fate.