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In the heart of the eternal forest of Veyra Island, where ancient trees whispered timeless prayers and the sea roared against the cliffs like a jealous lover, the Veyari tribe thrived under the protective shadow of Jax, the Rabbit God. That was his name among the islanders.
Every hundred years, when the red moon bled across the horizon, the tribe performed the Great Offering. Fruits, sacrificed animals, and fertile lands were not enough. Jax demanded something more intimate, something deeper. A mate. A woman willing to give herself to the god to renew the pact that kept the island safe from storms, invaders, and disease.
And that night, the chosen one was Agatha.
Agatha was twenty-five years old. Her hair was a fiery red, like a waterfall of wild fire that fell halfway down her back, glowing like flames in the torchlight. Her brown skin, kissed by the sun and the salty wind, contrasted beautifully with her eyes, green as new leaves. Her body was generous and strong: full, firm breasts, a narrow waist, wide hips, and legs toned from years of walking the forest paths. She was known in the tribe for her kind heart; she always helped the elderly, cared for sick children, and smiled even on the hardest days.
But that night, as the priestesses prepared her, Agatha felt an overwhelming mixture of fear, excitement, and resignation.
— Are you sure about this, Agatha?. —asked a slightly trembling voice. It was Pomni, a girl with short, dark hair that fell below her neck, reaching her shoulders. She watched her dear friend as she anointed her body with sacred oils of jasmine and cinnamon.
— It's not about being sure... —Agatha whispered.— It's about fulfilling what the island needs.
— Yes, but... I don't know, it feels like... like I'll never see you again. —the shorter woman replied, finishing applying the oils to the taller woman's body. Pomni's expression was one of nervousness and discomfort.
Agatha turned to look at her and could only observe her, feeling sadness for her. Neither of them knew what might happen that night during the ceremony, but the redhead knew her responsibilities and accepted them.
— Pomni, nothing will happen, and nothing will. —The white, almost transparent robe they placed on her barely covered her curves. Her nipples were already hard from the cold and anticipation. They led her to the Hidden Sanctuary, a vast natural cavern adorned with luminous crystals, fresh flowers, and an enormous bed of soft furs at its center.
The priestesses and Pomni withdrew. Silence fell like a blanket.
Then she felt it.
An overwhelming presence flooded the cavern. The air grew thicker, hotter. And he appeared.
Jax emerged from the shadows. He stood over eight feet tall, pure muscle. His deep purple fur glistened with tribal oils, marked with gold and red patterns that ran across his massive pecs, his defined abs, and his thick, tree-like arms. He wore a ceremonial loincloth of black fabric embroidered with gold that barely contained the enormous bulge between his legs. His yellow eyes glowed with an ancient hunger. His long ears were erect, alert. Sweat glistened on his chest. Every muscle seemed sculpted by the very gods who created him. He wasn't just a deity… he was a force of nature.
— Agatha... —His deep voice echoed through the cavern like distant thunder.— At last you stand before me.
Agatha raised her eyes, trembling.
— My lord… I have come to offer you my body for the prosperity of my people.
He took another step. Now he was so close that Agatha could feel the heat radiating from his body. He extended a large hand and, with surprising gentleness, lifted her chin so she looked into his eyes.
— Not just your body. —he murmured.— I've spent four hundred years searching for someone who will not only give their body... but can hold my soul. Many have come before you. None stayed.
Agatha swallowed, feeling a shiver run down her spine. It wasn't just fear. There was something more. A primal, magnetic attraction, rising from the depths of her being.
— What if I'm not enough? —she asked, almost in a nervous whisper.
Jax grinned, revealing white fangs.
— We'll find out tonight... —The rabbit leaned in slowly. His nose brushed against her red hair, and he inhaled deeply. — You smell of fire and fertile earth... —he whispered.— You are beautiful, Agatha. More than he expected.
With a fluid movement, his hands moved to her shoulders and began to remove the tunic that covered the body of the woman who was about to surrender to him. The garment fell to the floor, leaving Agatha completely naked. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath. Jax grunted in approval and ran his large hands over her curves, gently squeezing her breasts, feeling their weight.
— So perfect... —he murmured.— Your breasts are beautiful. So full and soft...and...you're the first one who isn't just trembling from fear. —he said, almost surprised.
He leaned down and captured one of her nipples with his mouth. He sucked it hard, licking and nibbling while his hand massaged her other breast. Agatha moaned loudly, arching her back.
— I'm scared... —Agatha admitted softly before letting out a moan at the attention that purple rabbit was giving her sensitive breasts.— Ah... please...
Jax smiled for the first time. A dangerous smile, full of fangs, but sincere. He lifted her as if she weighed nothing and placed her on the furs. He knelt between her open legs, spreading them even wider with his powerful hands. His yellow gaze fixed on her already wet and pink cunt.
— Look at you… you're already wet for your god. —he said somewhat arrogantly, a sly smile playing on his lips.— Tonight I won't just take your body, Agatha. I'm going to worship it.
He lowered his head and kissed her neck, then her collarbones, slowly moving down. His hot, rough tongue traced circles around her nipples before sucking them hungrily. Agatha arched her back and let out an involuntary moan. Jax's enormous hands roamed her sides, squeezing her hips, opening her legs wider. Reaching the redhead's moist, pink center, he kissed the inside of her thighs before beginning to lick and run his thick, hot tongue from her anus to her clitoris. Agatha cried out in pleasure. Jax wasn't gentle. He devoured her pussy with ravenous hunger: licking, sucking that swollen pink button, and thrusting his thick tongue inside her, fucking her with his mouth.
Agatha screamed. Her hands gripped the purple fur on Jax's head as he devoured her with inhuman skill. He licked, sucked, and penetrated with his thick tongue, savoring every drop of her arousal. Two of his thick fingers soon joined together, gently stretching her, preparing her for something much bigger.
— Oh God!. —Agatha cried, grabbing his long ears as she thrust her hips against his face.— Jax… please… —she begged, overwhelmed by the pleasure he was giving her.
He lifted his head, his lips glistening with her fluids.— Tell me you want me, Agatha. Not as a god. As a man, as a stud.
— I want you… —she gasped.— I want you inside me.
— Then come in my mouth, Agatha. I want to taste your sacred juice.
She exploded with a sharp cry. Her inner walls contracted around Jax’s fingers as a hot spurt soaked his muzzle. He licked it all up, grunting with pleasure. Before she could recover, Jax pulled off his loincloth. His cock sprang free: enormous, thick, veiny, a darker shade of purple, its thick tip already dripping precum. It was about 27 centimeters long and as thick as Agatha’s wrist. It was intimidating. The young woman stared at him with a mixture of fear and fascination.
— You’re going to take all of me tonight. —he said huskily, rubbing the head of his cock against the wet lips of her cunt.
— Jax… it’s so big… —she gasped, looking at him with glassy eyes.
— I’ll open you up slowly, baby. Relax for me.
He pushed. The thick head of his member entered with difficulty, stretching her inner walls to their limit. Agatha moaned loudly, digging her nails into his muscular shoulders. Pain mingled with overwhelming pleasure. Jax continued to advance slowly, inch by inch, until his heavy balls rested against her ass.
— Fuck… you’re so tight. Your cunt is strangling my cock. —he growled, staying still so she could get used to it.— You’re mine now. —he whispered.
And then he began to move.
At first, they were deep, controlled thrusts. Then faster, harder. The sound of skin against skin filled the cavern along with Agatha's moans and Jax's husky growls. He was fucking her with a passion that had been building for centuries: each thrust was a declaration, each kiss on her neck a promise.
He changed her position. He put her on all fours and thrust into her from behind harder, one hand in her red hair and the other gripping her hip. Agatha screamed with pleasure, completely lost in the sensation of being taken by a god.
— Harder, Jax! Fuck me harder!
Jax roared and thrust into her harder, making her breasts bounce violently. He changed her position again: He turned her on her side, lifting one of her legs and penetrating her deeply while biting her neck where he would undoubtedly leave fang marks. Then he sat her on top of him, forcing her to bounce on his cock while he sucked and bit her nipples. She screamed, she cried with pleasure, her juices dripping down Jax's thighs.
— You're mine. This cunt is mine now. —he growled as he fucked her savagely.
Agatha came a second time, screaming his name. Jax didn't stop. He turned her around again, face to face, and continued fucking her with brutal passion. His thrusts were deep, hitting her cervix with each stroke.
— I want to come inside you. —she gasped against his mouth.— I want to fill you until you're overflowing.
— ...Fill me, Jax...I want to feel all of you...Give it to me!
Jax roared like a beast and thrust all the way in. His cock throbbed violently as he unloaded thick, hot, abundant jets of divine semen inside her. Agatha's belly visibly swelled with the amount. The excess spurted out around his cock, soaking everything.
They lay joined, panting. Jax held her against his muscular chest, tenderly stroking her hair.
— It wasn’t just an offering… —he whispered.— You are the one I have waited for for centuries, Agatha. I want you to be my eternal companion. My wife. My goddess.
Agatha, still trembling from the orgasms, looked at him with tears in her eyes.
— Can I… stay with you?
— Forever.
The Next Day
At dawn the next day, when the red moon faded and the sky turned golden and pink, the priestesses and the rest of the tribe gathered before the Hidden Sanctuary, their hearts torn between hope and fear.
The High Priestess was the first to enter. She found the furs disheveled, still saturated with the sweet scent of sex and sacred jasmine. Agatha’s fine white robe lay abandoned on the floor. On the sheets was a necklace of red flowers that she always wore in her hair… and nothing else.
Agatha had disappeared.
A murmur rippled through the tribe. Some women wept openly. The children asked about Miss Agatha, the one who always told them stories and healed their wounds. The men bowed their heads in respect and sorrow. She had been one of the tribe's most beloved souls.
— The god took her... —Gangle whispered in a soft, melancholic voice. She was a young woman with brown hair and fair skin, beautiful nonetheless. Beside her stood another woman, slightly taller, with a more serious but understanding gaze.
— We knew this could happen, and she knew what she was getting into by agreeing to be chosen to give herself to that stupid rabbit. —Zooble replied, almost growling. Although she was grateful for the protection that god granted her and the island, she still opposed what he demanded, or had demanded, for over a hundred years.
— Zooble!. Don’t say that! You know something bad could happen if you insult him!. —Gangle scolded, though her tears and voice made her sound more broken than angry. Zooble could only sigh before putting an arm around her partner’s shoulders and pulling her close to offer comfort.
The High Priestess raised her hand, pointing at the dark-haired woman who had insulted the purple rabbit.
— Zooble, don’t disrespect our protector. You know that without him, we wouldn’t have the peace that has lasted for so long. Now, with this… we will be protected… just look at this…
She pointed to the message engraved on the stone, glowing with purple light:
"She was not sacrificed. She was chosen.
Agatha, she of the fiery hair, is now my eternal companion.
The island will be protected as long as my love for her endures… that is to say, for all eternity. Do not mourn her absence. Celebrate her new life."
The following days were bittersweet. The tribe remembered Agatha's laughter, her kindness, her way of helping everyone without asking for anything in return. Many mourned her passing, but they also felt gratitude. For the first time, an offering had not been a sacrifice, but an act of love.
Although her closest friends were the most affected, Kinger was one of them, always acting as a father figure to Agatha. He had cared for her since she was a baby, abandoned by her parents without a trace of remorse. He watched her grow into the generous soul the island came to love. Now, even though he knew she was in a place where she would be cared for and loved, he felt an emptiness and silence in his home. But he needed to keep going for her, for his little girl whom he loved with all his heart.
As the weeks passed, the island flourished like never before. The harvests were abundant, the nets were teeming with fish, and absolute peace reigned.
And on nights with a full moon, anyone walking through the deep forest could hear, in the distance, the laughter of a woman and grunts that sounded like the laughter of a purple rabbit.
———
In a divine realm hidden within the folds of reality, Agatha lay naked on Jax's broad chest, playing with his purple fur as he stroked her back and red hair.
— Do you miss home?. —Jax asked softly.
— I miss my people...my father and my friends... —Agatha admitted, a tear welling in her eye as she remembered those who had been with her.— But here with you, I feel whole...I love you...
— And I love you, my love. For all eternity.
Jax kissed her with devotion and drew her close, making her his once more under the light of the eternal stars.
———
Meanwhile, on the island, whenever a girl with streaks of bright red hair was born, the Veyari smiled and said:
— There goes another daughter of Agatha, the one who became a goddess for love.
And so, amidst tears and smiles, the tribe understood that some farewells are not endings, but the beginning of the most beautiful legends.
Three years had passed since the night of the Great Offering.
———
Veyra Island had never been so prosperous. The fields of corn, cassava, and exotic fruits grew so abundantly that they could barely harvest everything before it ripened again. The rivers ran crystal clear and teemed with fish. Storms passed by, as if respecting an invisible pact. The diseases that once plagued the weakest had almost completely disappeared. Children were born strong, women gave birth without complications, and the elderly lived longer than anyone could remember.
The Veyari tribe prospered in peace and abundance. And although they knew it was all due to Jax's blessing, they also knew that this blessing now had a human name: Agatha.
In the village's central plaza, where once there had been only a simple stone dedicated to the Rabbit God, now stood a beautiful double altar.
Built with polished sacred wood, marble brought from the northern mountains, and adorned with flowers that never faded, the altar displayed two life-size carved figures. On the left, Jax: imposing, muscular, with his long, erect ears and purple fur detailed with amethyst inlays. His yellow eyes were carved from gold and seemed to follow whoever looked at him. On the right, Agatha: standing with dignity and grace, her red hair carved from carnelian and red gold, her curvaceous body covered by a fine robe that fell elegantly. Her green eyes were like small emeralds that sparkled in the sunlight.
Between the two figures, their hands touched. Not like a god and his offering, but as equals. As companions.
It was the most sacred place on the entire island.
That afternoon, like many others, several people approached the altar.
The tribe's chief, a man named Caine, who was a close friend of Kinger's, placed a bouquet of red flowers at the feet of the young woman's statue.
— You are still missed, my dear. —he murmured, his voice trembling as he tried to remain strong before his tribe.— The children still ask about your stories… but I know you are happy. I feel it here. —He touched his chest.— You deserved it more than anyone. I will take care of Pomni… although you already knew something was going on between her and me. You were always good at observing… Take care, Agatha. You will always be the light that made everyone shine.
A little further back, a group of young hunters knelt briefly. One of them, who had been silently in love with Agatha for years, sighed.
— She was always too good for this world. —she said softly.— Now she’s a goddess. And I’m glad. I’m truly glad.
Near the altar, a young mother nursed her baby, speaking gently to her:
— Look, my love. That’s Agatha, the one with hair as red as burning fire. Thanks to her and our protector, you were born healthy and strong. When you grow up, you will thank them.
On nights of the full moon, the High Priestess performed a small ceremony. She lit red and purple candles and told the story once more to the young people who gathered around the altar:
— …and so, Agatha wasn’t sacrificed. She was chosen. Not for her body, but for her heart. Jax, who had lived for centuries in solitude, found in her his eternal companion. That’s why our island no longer receives protection for a hundred years… but for all eternity.
Many still missed her.
At parties, someone always mentioned her laughter. In difficult times, someone would whisper her name, pleading for strength. Children born after her departure, with streaks of red in their hair, were called "Agatha's children" and received special treatment, affection, and respect.
But there was no longer any bitter sadness in her absence. Only a sweet melancholy mingled with profound gratitude.
One night, as the moon shone especially brightly, a boy of about seven approached the altar alone. He gazed at the two intertwined figures and spoke in an innocent voice:
— Lady Agatha… thank you for going to be with the god. My grandmother says you are very happy now. I want to be happy someday too. Please watch over our island.
At that moment, a soft, warm breeze swept through the plaza. The flowers on the altar stirred slightly, and for a second, the emeralds of Agatha's eyes seemed to shine even brighter.
The boy smiled.
— Thank you… Mama Agatha.
———
From the divine realm, Agatha and Jax watched the scene with tenderness. Tears welled in her eyes, and Jax held her from behind, resting his chin on her head.
— They still miss you. —Jax whispered.
— A little. —Agatha replied softly.— But they're okay. They're happy. That's what I always wanted.
Jax kissed her red hair.
— You gave them more than any offering could have. You gave them hope… and you gave us a future.
Agatha intertwined her fingers with his, gazing at the island that shimmered in the distance like a jewel.
— Our kingdom is beautiful… but I'm also glad they're okay.
Jax smiled and pulled her close.
— Then we'll keep watching over them. Together.
And while the tribe slept peacefully under the eternal protection of their two deities, on the double altar, the figures of Jax and Agatha remained: a lasting symbol that even gods can find love, and that the greatest sacrifices sometimes end up being the greatest blessings.
The End