goddess
pairing: sotf cannibal tribe x fem!reader
warnings: standard sotf stuff— cannibals, death, violence, etc; nsfw under the cut
word count: 1.2k
author’s note: this is a self-indulgent fic and i’m kinda shocked that there isn’t any fics for these cannibal men 😫
you originally wanted to enjoy a beautiful vacation on a neighboring island, and one of the exclusive leisures provided there was a helicopter tour of the nearby islands
oh, how the dreamy vacation would turn into a nightmare.
a bullet shot through the pilot’s window, instantly killing him
the helicopter crashed in the sea, and you would’ve drowned if kelvin didn’t drag you back to shore
although he had sustained more injuries, kelvin and his military training kicked in as he began prepping shelter and starting a fire
the crackling wood of the fire cloaked the sounds of the predators in the forest, but by the time the first arrow was shot, it was already too late.
kelvin was killed, and your head whipped around as you frantically tried to hide— but where? this was an open beach and all you had was the ocean behind you.
a handful of flesh-covered men approached kelvin’s body, butchering him like food
one of them— a burly man covered in war paint— locked eyes on your form and you were terrified
under his animalistic stare, all you could was crumble to the ground and cry as you tried to accept your fate
but what he saw wasn’t another meal— no, what he saw was much, much more. and the rest of the group saw it too.
there was an ethereal beauty radiating off you as you sat on the sand; your white summer dress drenched in salt water, that same salt water dripping from your hair. your bulbous eyes wide in shock and fear, tears cascading down your cheeks to meet and intertwine with the water droplets on your face.
if they were human, then you were a goddess.
the first man was the one to stride towards you, scooping you up in his arms and carried you back to the camp
at the said camp, you were gently placed at a throne made of human flesh and bones, but the sight of it just made you cry even more. you were utterly horrified and your throat was sore.
the men— if you could call them that— knew you were thirsty and hungry, so they offered you bowls of blood and human flesh, but you wouldn’t take it.
a smaller man— someone who couldn’t be older than 22— offered you a handful of berries and you hesitantly accepted it.
over the next few weeks, you were vigilant of your captors. you observed their cannibalistic habits and rituals and didn’t take any part of it.
despite your protests to their way of life, you didn’t make a real effort to escape from their fort. without their food and shelter, you wouldn’t survive a day out there. and as much as it makes you sick to think about it, it’s somewhat better to be around other…humans, you guess.
they barely spoke, mainly communicating through grunts, groans, and absurd yelling, but their point was always made.
over this time, their behavior towards you became gentler, fonder even. less and less of the other campers would eye you out of hunger, and would leave offerings at your feet.
that’s when you began to understand their treatment— they were worshipping you as their god.
before your appearance, there was no real community holding them together, it was every man for himself. but after you, there were whole rituals, songs, and dances dedicated in your honor.
of course, most of them involved the use of human remnants, but you would grow tolerant of this fact. after all, it was them who idolized you and they were worshipping you the only way they knew how.
this tribe of people believed that you were the goddess of life, a representation of mother nature that has come to them in human form.
between them, it is believed that your emotions control the weather; that your utter kindness towards flora and fauna has to be protected and cherished.
eventually, word of your stay would spread to other tribes over the island— to the tribes of the outer beaches and the clans of the caves— and while some were docile and obedient in your reign, others saw this as a challenge to their way of life.
although rare, there would be attempts to hunt and kill you. to these select few, you were seen as a threat.
but you understood where they were coming from, and your sympathy for these cruel men just enhanced the island’s adoration for you— because who else than a merciful god would forgive those who want her dead?
among food, flowers, and other items found on the island, some of the islanders had other ideas as offerings.
nsfw under this point
specifically, the warrior-led men offered up their bodies to you in a way to please you— sexually.
at first, you found it grotesque and rude.
but when you looked at it from their point of view, these were men who had no real sexual experience nor have they felt the love of another person.
your first sexual partner was with the man that had found you on the beach and he was surprisingly gentle.
he sat in front of you, legs wide open with his cock on full display—hard and swollen— but he didn’t make any moves. he stared at you patiently, letting you control the narrative.
you brought your hand to his cock, gently stroking it and that elicited a groan from him that you never heard before
in just a few strokes, he was already leaking with precum, and the sight of him was making you wet
foreplay thrown out of the window, you straddled his lap and lined yourself with his tip, before slowly lowering onto him.
to him, it was painstakingly slow, but he knew better than to lose control and scare you off. so all he could do to cope was grip your thighs with his meaty hands and in that moment he lost it.
the feeling of your soft, succulent flesh in his hands sent him spiraling and he instantly came in your womb. but he was far from done.
after your first sexual encounter, he would soon become a regular body worshipper, but soon others would want to experiment.
there were a variety of worshippers that would come to you—some simply masturbated to the sight of you, while others just wanted to taste the fruit— both literally and figuratively.
there would be some men who’s one true wish is to die eating you out, while others just want to lick the sweet sweat off your skin and bite down on your flesh.
the latter group of people would be under the watchful eye of your original captor (or as you’d like to think, your own bodyguard)
but you found pleasure from all your worshippers. through this practice of relieving their sexual tension, there was a noticeable change in temperaments.
also through this practice, you demonstrated to them what unconditional love and affection truly was— something they had never felt.
after each session, you would bring them close, caress them, sing them a sweet lullaby— whatever their hearts needed at the moment to bring them ease.
even outside of sex, you would offer your love and affection to any and everyone.
to them, you were their goddess.
to you, you felt like a well-protected and well-loved individual.
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