The sigil on the door was that of Feronia, the goddess of passion and fertility. I was merely the altar at which they prayed. Most didn't deign to tell me what they were seeking, though I heard a few mumbled prayers from time to time. They came at all hours of the day, crouching through the low door into the cozy space. They would admire the candles and the general ambiance for a few moments before finding me, lying on a table covered only in sheer cloth.
Some would prepare the offering themselves. The elves usually did, considering themselves better than the lowly human altar. I would watch them disrobe, touching themselves in some serene state. I would watch their eyes close and their breath deepen, surely thinking of some memory or fantasy. They would mutter a short prayer before waking up and spraying my chest with their silken ropes. They usually stuck around to watch my skin glow, Her light absorbing their seed. My skin would return to its pristine state and they would return to theirs, donning their robes and departing without a word.
Some would use my body to get off, my mouth or my pussy or my ass. The dwarves tended to prefer it that way, and I always looked forward to their visits. I loved to hear their grunts as they took my head in their hands, thrusting into my throat with no concern for my well-being. Feronia granted me breath when I was on the table, and so even the deepest of thrusts posed me no issue. The ladies of the realm would take advantage of this endlessly, riding my face through wave after wave after wave of pleasure. When they were done my entire face would be slick with their cum, and it too would glow with Her acceptance.
The most popular attractions of the altar, however, were the miracles you received if you made it cum. If you worked my clit while fucking me, or knelt between my legs to use your tongue, or even pinched my nipples particularly hard, you would be given a gift. Her power would flow through me, giving you a glimpse of the future, or extraordinary strength, or arcane powers beyond your understanding. Often they would ask for a specific boon, but I'm not sure if that ever worked. All I know is Her constant renewal meant I kept cumming, kept taking their prayers, their offerings, their cries to the heavens.
When they were gleeful for a full harvest, they would sing to the heavens while they pumped their load into my ass. When they were seeking knowledge, they would suck on my clit until I came again and again. When they were angry at the gods, they showed it in every thrust down my throat. I fielded every confession, every plea, every joyous praise, and I thanked Her for every opportunity to serve.
On occasion, a couple trying to conceive would attend the temple together. An orc would plunge his cock deep into my mouth while his spouse made me cum with their tongue, hoping the mystical energies flowing through us would enchace the sperm. Once my orgasm had subsided, he would take them right on top of me, fucking them with my spit still on his cock. Whatever cum oozed out afterwards would glow with Her light, and I knew they would be blessed.
During particularly busy hours, I would have two or three patrons at a time. Some even came in parties, seeking some blessing for their whole clan. They would take me in whatever holes they preferred, hoisting me up over the table and suspending me on their cocks.
A few clever patrons would arrive before dawn, lifting the sheer fabric that covered my body at night. They would wake me from my slumber and spend the next several hours praying before my clit, eliciting reward after reward between my quivering legs. When they were satisfied they had got what they came for, they would leave me trembling on the table, parting to go about their day.
Every person I meet is given some reward for their tribute, their devotion. Some may take solace in their faith, while others use it as an outlet. I, however, take pleasure in my position as the link between their world and the gods'. For while they may receive gifts within their purview of their world, I received something far greater upon first stepping into this temple. I received a purpose: to dole out gifts, rewards, and boons while taking only passion in return.
Unwavering, neverending passion.
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