"Sacrifice" script

Vocabulary:


Oblation: ceremonial offering
Covenant: a sacred pact
Finality: an end
Asunder: torn in pieces
Auspicious: lucky
Pining: yearning, want
Mélange: mixture
Gossamer: translucent and light
Silage: waste
Petrichor: the scent of rain
Orison: chant

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(thunder and wind in background fx)

(being escorted through tall grass with a guard fx; heavy drum fx)

(crowd crying fx)

(Listener gets shackled by her wrists and ankles to the sacrificial altar surrounded by crackling torches fx)

(summoning horn bellows fx)

(crows screaming fx; monster howl fx)

(Antlered One emerges from forest; people scream and flee fx)

(Heavy footfalls, Listerner struggling against chains fx)

(plodding steps through tall grass fx)

Ah, it appears as though you're the lucky oblation this year.

(Listener pulling at chains fx)

No use struggling, those chains are unbreakable for a puny human.

(Wendigo laugh)

You shouldn't tremble; you were chosen from amongst many.

Such  a lofty honor befalls one maiden from your village every twelve moons.

In exchange for your life, I will spare your people. Are you not proud?

Your village entered this pact with me a century ago, and they have never failed to fulfill their end of the covenant.

I have sampled many humans, but I prefer the taste of damsels. The meat is so sweet and tender.

(thunder fx)

Well? Aren't you going to cry, and beg to be spared?

No?

Are you unaware of this finality? I am lust, hunger, and rage distilled! And you are an offering to me!

Ooh, I see right through your weak facade of bravery. Quite captivating, if not convincing.

(walking around her fx) Let me gaze upon you.

Ahhh, what a true vision you are. It almost pains me considering ripping the flesh asunder.

Oh, what's this?

It seems you are experiencing the "Crest of the Crimson Moon". The scent of your blood veils you.

Did the village elders consider the circumstances auspicious, I wonder? that I couldn't resist such a blood-drenched tribute?

You are quite the rare damsel.

I haven't been this excited about the prospect of flesh for some time.

I dare whisper, my excitement is encroaching upon... other realms in me! As primal as hunger, but far more stimulating.

Mixed amidst your scent, there's another indicator: you're receptive, vulnerable to a hunger that cannot be sated with food or drink.

You secrete a pining to tame the need in you that swells like the sea.

Am I correct in my assumption?

And it seems I ignite something in you. Are you not frightened of me?

How unusual. Never have I encountered one such as yourself who doesn't turn away.

Our crossing paths is not chance, but astral influence.

Your mélange of hormones rouses me, similar to the Autumn frost.

And you carry a fire that requires a specific dousing,

Mate with me, so that we may satisfy each other. It is destiny.

No, this is not trickery. Behold, my arousal is blatant. Do you see it, how it yearns for you to sheath it?

Agreed, it's massive, but I will treat you as delicately as spun glass.

I would imagine during your womanly phase, carnal thirsting wouldn't be your priority.

I'm incorrect? Your libido is raging?

Well... now I'm obligated to participate!

Such fine gossamer fabric enrobing you. It clings to your body, and offers little more coverage than a spider's web.

(fabric slides away fx)

Ah, and it slips away so effortlessly!

You quiver, yet you stare into my eyes with unwavering resolve. Are you so fearless that you meet my gaze? Or, perhaps, that smoldering is imploring to couple with me... for me to slide between your thighs and overtake you like the god that I am!

I will push my throbbing member into your maiden passage, awash in sanguine silage, and thrust in and out, until I spill my precious gift in you.

Enticing, yes?

What was that you scarcely whispered?

(Wendigo laugh)

So be it!

(rubbing her skin fx)

Your skin is cool and dewy.

Do you feel the approaching storm? Smell the air heavy with petrichor?

How it caresses your shoulders, breasts, hips, and thighs?

I just want to taste you.

(licking her fx)

So close to my ripping teeth! How lion-hearted you are!

(rubbing her body fx)

You flinched when I touched your abdomen.

Ah yes, it's tender right now. It seems it needs affection. May I rub it?

(massaging her abdomen fx)

Better?

Perhaps I should massage you inside concurrently... may I?

(slips in f*nger fx, rubs her abdomen again fx)

You have tension down there do to your cycle. You require release, and I am more than willing to help you.

Let my fingers melt your tension as I rub deeply and repetitively.

(chains jingle as Listener pulls against them gently fx)

I will press gently on your abdomen from the outside, whilst I stroke inside.

Right there?

This seems to help you enormously!

Tell me how good it feels...

You're nearly there... spill on me!

Ahhh... what a curiosity you are....

(pulls out f*nger fx)

You don't fear me, you enjoy me! And from the way your body convulsed, very much so.

How's your tenderness now?

Oh, good.

And you're stretched a bit now for me.

How your pheromones tempt me! They cry out to my loins, igniting my blood and skin!

Let us move to the grass for out coupling. I'll break your binding chains.

You - you prefer to be shackled? You want to feel my power?

Very well!

As revenge against the village, you want to defile this alter by copulating on it?

(Wendigo laugh) Fine, we shall desecrate it together! I'll get up on the altar and kneel over you.

(climbs up on altar fx)

I'm starved for you....

You want me to feel how tight you are, and go in you as deep as I can?

(thunder fx)

Ah, behold, the gods of the sky give us their blessing! Let us not disappoint!

I'll go in slowly, as to not overwhelm you.

(takes his time entering fx)

Hold on, a little further....

(more viscous sounds fx)

You're taking me in so proficiently!

(chains fx)

Oh, losing control again, Dear?

Bask in it. Rejoice in the girth that forces your legs open, and drags you into another level of consciousness.

Yes, do it, do it!

That beautiful moan rang out across the meadow!

(grunts, gasps, and skin friction as he slides against her fx)

Do you feel that, my mate? My shaft is forming a knot in you, to ensure deep penetration.

It's normally reserved for impregnation, but I'm not aiming for that... yet.

(more gasps and grunts)

The knot will stay as such, until I release in you.

You love how large and filling it is? How it rubs along all the tissues that lock it in you?

It gives you shivers, doesn't it?

The knot's fully formed! I can't stop now!

I have not slaughtered you, but I will still utter the sacrificial orison!

'On this night, you have been placed upon this altar, as an offering to me, the Great Antlered One.

'Your noble sacrifice will not only spare your village, but bring you honor in the afterlife.

'Your selfless action will satiate me, and ensure your transcendence to the Great Beyond.

'Revel - revel in this joyous knowledge, for you will experience elation as you cross over to realms unknown!

'So let it be known by all!' (Welsh) Bydded i bawb ei glywed a'i wybod!

I must finish in you! Free me!

Yes, moan again!

Ahhh, they sound so good!

Can you heart and lungs handle such pleasure?

Yes, yes, squeeze harder around me, my mate! Force out every drop form me!

(Orgasm with heavy growl gasping. My poor throat afterwards.)

You... have defeated me.

(pulls out fx)

I'm breaking these chains. (chains snap fx) That should be more comfortable.

(climbs off the altar fx)

Lie with me in the grass.

(grass sounds fx)

You're so soft to hold.

(Listener strokes his skin fx)

Are you... caressing me?

I'm not complaining.

(purrs and breathing fx)

(thunder rumble fx)

I love storms. And lying here with you just makes it complete.

How unbelievable. you have tamed an Eldritch god.

I'm convinced this was all preordained by the goddess herself.

How are you doing? I imagine the grass feels better on your back than that slab of marble. Is your abdomen all right?

It's going to pour soon.

But you've nowhere to return. Your people disowned you.

In a sense, I have taken your life. As far as the others know, you're dead.

Even if you returned, they would think you toiled with destiny. They may even view you as a witch and execute you.

I may be blood-thirsty, but I am not void of heart. Come take shelter with my in my sanctuary in the forest. I will make you my bride, and together, we will rule the woods.

If you do not wish this future, we can part ways now, and you'll never see me again.

You... wish to remain? You accept me?

You would like to bear my offspring one day? Truly?

Such a brave soul...

Come, my queen, our new life awaits....