Earth Day Request!
A forgotten ancient forest or land god who is awakened unbeknownst to reader. The things they do around their property (compost, plant native species, create bat houses, leave out materials for birds to build nests, ect.) help the god regain its power/strength. The god observes the reader as he waits to be fully restored, and becomes enamored with them and considers them a new worshipper. Once the god finally is restored, they seek out the reader to "reward" them.
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Happy Earth Day: Post Ten
When you inherited the old plot of land from your great grandfather, it was clear that it hadn't been taken care of properly in decades. From what your grandfather told you, his father hadn't even really taken care of it when he was a young man. It was just a plot of land that the family owned. What you understand is that it's been over 50 years since anyone took care of it, and over 100 since anyone honored it the way that your grandfather said that it deserved. Your ancestors had moved to that plot of land from the Old Country, and had poured everything into it. That's why even though your great grandfather didn't live on the land, he refused to sell it.
Considering that this was the only way that you were ever going to own land with the state of the economy, you jumped at the chance. Your grandfather was glad that someone would care for the land again. He had fond memories of his own grandparents inviting him over and showing him how to tell what berries were safe to eat, and how to check the stream water to make sure that it was safe to drink. You promised him as soon as you had everything set up and ready, you would have him come stay for a little while. He happily agreed.
As you began to take care of the land, you noticed the more you did, it seemed like the more the land responded. You saw a few bees and went and bought flowers to plant. Then suddenly there was an entire hive. When you began composting and added worms in, suddenly there were so many worms that you were already able to scoop out fresh compost for the flowers you just planted. A few piles here and there of nesting material left out in the spring to help the overwhelmed bird mothers, and before you knew it, every morning there were dozens of bird songs to greet you.
Without you knowing it, you had become the first caregiver of the land that had followed ancient laws that you didn't even know of. The God that had lived on this land, brought to this land from the Old Country, saw you and for the first time in decades, felt like He had a chance to regain His old strength.
Every kindness you showed the land, every flower planted, every injured bird released, every bee brought a dish of sugar water, gave Him more strength. Helped Him reclaim His former glory. He misunderstands your actions, thinking that you are a new worshipper. So, when He finally regains his full power, He knows that He has to thank His faithfully dedicated worshipper.
One Summer morning, there was a knock at your door. When you opened it, the being on the other side should have left you afraid. Should have scared and terrified you. Instead, you found yourself left in awe.
He was easily 12 feet fall, with a face that was somewhere between a man and a deer. Instead of hair, locks of leaves and vines fell down HIs back and around His face. His body was like a bear's-covered in fur and large with claws at the end of His paws. You knew that you should be afraid. You knew that you should run, or do something. Anything. Instead, you took a side step, opening your door wider for Him. Something deep inside you knew what this was. What He was. Something far more ancient and older than you could comprehend.
"A dutiful worshipper. Helping to restore Me to my rightful glory," His voice came out in a snarled, low graveled tone as He reached out to hold your face in His paws.
When He picked you up, drawing your body against His, you melted into Him. His long, fat tongue slid down your throat as His claws slashed through your clothes with ease. You might be His worshipper, but right now, He had a century of lust to unleash and you were the vessel He had at His disposal.
He licked and nipped at every inch of exposed skin, his sharp teeth nearly slicing through your skin, but instead of pain, it only sent your ecstasy higher. Before you knew it, He was pushing you up against the wall, sliding His massive cock inside of you. You stretched around Him in the most pleasantly painful way. Every inch of Him sheathed inside of you just enough to fill you, distending your stomach to show how perfectly deep you take His Godly cock.
Who knows long you were slid and bounced up and down on His cock? By the time He was finally done with you, you had more orgasms than you could count, and you knew that you would spend the rest of your life worshipping Him in anyway that He wanted.
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