Slutty Priestess Sacrifice (Brain-melting/brain drain, debreasting, sacrifice, ancient aliens, monsterfucking)
A god is visiting an ancient Mesopotamian city, and a busty priestess must be offered up to sate his lust and hunger!
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Slutty Priestess Sacrifice
It had been almost a year since a god had visited the sprawling Mesopotamian city of Urshar. As with many previous years, the gods, through their gleaming servants, had blessed Urshar with fertility and abundance. The divine servants distributed magical substances which, when spread over Urshar’s fields, made them produce in plenty, and for the small sacrifice of a few drops of blood from a needle prick administered by the servant, gave blessings to women seeking to conceive. The result of those blessings was yet another bumper crop of children – mostly women, of course, which made sense given the gods’ known preferences in terms of sacrifices.
Now, one of the gods had returned, a holy temple hovering over the flat top of Urshar’s greatest ziggurat, then settling down with a strange silent ease. The priests and priestesses pored anxiously over their records, comparing the temple with those that had visited previously.
It was not the oval saucer-shape of the grey gods’ temple, or the perfect sphere of the snake god Draco that had visited last year. It was Underpriestess Ninka who eventually found it in a chiseled tablet – an exact image of the temple currently crowning the ziggurat of Urshar. A disc topped by a great pyramidal shape of metal, the sky-mounting temple-chariot of the spider god.
Later, the Underpriestess shivered as she cast her eyes along the ranks of the neophyte priestesses, the rank below her. Last year, she would have been among those eligible for selection, but she had been elevated by the High Priest himself – after demonstrating certain talents to him over the course of a number of hours. Row upon row of gorgeous, tanned women with perfumed black hair caught up with thin, jeweled golden chains, wearing sheer hanging gowns that caressed their curves as they moved, revealing the shape of a breast now, the outline of a hip then, creating an effect more alluring than nakedness.
“It is a great honor to provide the oracles of sacrifice,” the High Priest said, watching Ninka’s expression closely with deep-sunk eyes. “Who will the god relish most?”
Ninka smiled. “The spider god will feast upon… her!”
Her finger stabbed out, pointing at the busty frame of Tilhar, straight between her ponderous breasts.
“I saw a cloud over the horizon in the shape of Tilhar. The god will accept her. It is written on the sky.”
Tilhar’s lip curled. “Bitch,” she whispered.
Ninka’s pussy tingled as the temple guards took Tilhar by the elbows and moved her away, reluctance dragging her feet.
Yes, yes, yes! she thought, triumphantly. The only other priestess who even approached her beauty and breast size, and the gods had given her the choice of sacrifice. It was a miracle!
Grinning evilly, Ninka let a sultry swing into her hips as she followed. She was going to be honored by presenting Tilhar to the god – she would see him with her own eyes.
Maybe even get to see the sacrifice, she thought, shivering again with anticipation. Gods, what a thing!
To watch sexy, slutty Tilhar lose her life, be removed as a potential obstacle within temple politics, was an incredibly exciting idea to the Underpriestess. She felt her own wetness between her legs and hoped she wasn’t showing her arousal too openly.
Walking up the sun-baked steps of the ziggurat a short while later, she couldn’t keep her eyes off Tilhar’s cute, round butt ahead of her. Tilhar was being “assisted” forward even more forcefully by the guards. One of them gave her a sharp swat on the backside, drawing a yelp and a little more obedience.
“Do not risk harming the god’s sacrifice!” Ninka snapped. “Contemptuous fools!”
The guilty guard shot a look of fear and anger back at the Underpriestess, but nodded. “Yes, holy one,” he said.
Ninka tore her gaze away from Tilhar’s bountiful body to look up at the spider god’s temple. It was amazing, a huge building made from divine metal that could fly through the sky by the god’s magic – and, legend said, drop terrible thunderbolts to devastate any upstart human apostates. Her heart seemed to leap in her chest, and she gave an audible gasp.
“It is impressive,” the High Priest said quietly from behind her. “Not a sight to soon forget.”
Ninka knew that the horny old bastard had probably been enjoying the view of her and Tilhar ascending the steps, and the thought of Tilhar’s sacrifice. She suspected that a nice, long session with her talented mouth would be in order that night.
I’ll have him eating out of the palm of my hand, she thought. Thank the gods that Tilhar won’t be around to try and slide her way into his bed.
It had been a source of constant irritation to Ninka how in recent months, far too many of the High Priest’s loads that should have been hers had gone to the upstart Tilhar. Now she was never going to have to see the bitch smiling smugly at her with his semen painting her lips again, and her position within the temple as the High Priest’s favorite cum dump would be solidified.
There were more guards waiting at the top of the ziggurat, along with priests and priestesses chanting and burning incense. As Ninka reached the point where Tilhar was being held, she took her position behind and to the left. The High Priest stood to her right. She saw his fingers reflexively reach out to caress Tilhar’s backside one last time, before he thought better of it.
With no sound at all, a vertical crack appeared in the temple, eight feet high, and widened without being touched by any hand.
Out of the magical doorway stepped the spider god.
He was at least a foot taller than the tallest man Ninka had ever seen, and as he strode out of the temple, he spread his six arms wide, displaying his black fur and chitinous armor, his shining claws, the bladelike crescents of his pedipalps gleaming with sharpness to the left and right of his mouthparts. His many eyes flashed like lightning as he looked down at the shuddering Tilhar, and a long tongue flickered out of his mouth to lick his venomous, articulated fangs as he saw her tits jiggle beneath her gown.
Ninka reached out, gripped the collar of Tilhar’s dress, and ripped it away from her voluptuous body. The sacrifice stood there nude in the sunlight, tiny gold chains draped around her neck, belly, ankles, and wrists her only clothing aside from the gold rings piercing her proud nipples.
Then the spider god stepped aside, and another spider god walked out of the temple.
Ninka’s jaw dropped, her vision seeming to tunnel in on the second god. She could feel the blood pounding in her temples.
The High Priest snapped his fingers, instantly reading the situation, and the guard Ninka had chastised shoved her forward to level with Tilhar, stripping her gown away in the same action.
Ninka stood stock still, a look of total shock frozen on her pretty face. She looked down at her own nudity. A stupid part of her rejoiced that she had shaved herself clean in anticipation of her planned seduction of the High Priest.
She looked at Tilhar, only to see the neophyte grinning up at her onetime rival.
“Oracles my ass, you fucking cunt,” Tilhar hissed.
Ninka’s fists balled up and she raised her hand to strike the insolent slut, but guards were at their sides pushing and dragging them forward, then stepping back respectfully as the spider gods walked towards them.
Whatever insulted rage Ninka might have been feeling drained out of her like water as the two terrifying gods loomed up before the priestesses.
The sacrifices.
The gods wore strange garments, shining with colors Ninka had never seen before, made from fabrics that did not look like wool or linen.
“Holy lords, mighty ones, masters of the world, we give you these succulent offerings as playthings, as food, as sacrifices,” the High Priest intoned. “Bless us with your servants if they find your favor. Bless our crops. Bless the wombs of our wives and concubines. Protect us, mighty ones, and favor us.”
The first spider god raised his three right arms, gave a cryptic burst of some divine language, and the two gods turned and walked into their temple, with Ninka and Tilhar following helplessly behind them.
The door shut, and the two sultry desert maidens were gone.
Inside his ship, Gulzar gave a guttural sigh of relief, then belched. “Ugh, these frakking primitives,” he growled. “If they weren’t so frakking sexy I’d never come here.”
“Yeah, but they are so frakking sexy,” Burlop said, his left three arms holding Tilhar’s luscious body close to him, fondling her with his clawed fingers. She yipped as he tweaked her nipple, then moaned as his lowest hand slipped down her trembling belly to slide between her legs.
Ninka gaped at the sight. She had dreamed about things like this, about being called by the gods, touched… fucked. But not these massive spider-things! She wished she could understand what they were saying.
Gulzar’s six arms spread around her, drawing her in to him, and as her butt pressed against his body she felt the stirring of his hardening cock.
So they do have those, she thought, her head spinning as Burlop toyed with Tilhar, his hands playing her like a musical instrument. He had two of his claws in her mouth, her lips worshiping them as her body writhed. Clawed fingers traced up and down her body, some always busy between her straining thighs, some squeezing and playing with her round, heavy breasts.
“I’m… oh, gods! I’m cumming!” Tilhar breathed, and Ninka writhed with envy that melted into fearful lust as Gulzar’s claws felt her own bust, lifting her tits one by one, feeling their weight, letting them drop.
Gulzar was less interested in foreplay than Burlop, and soon Ninka felt him pushing her insistently to her knees, still watching Tilhar’s orgasmic wriggling.
The great, scimitar-like blades to the left and right of Gulzar’s mouth were draped over Tilhar’s shoulders, his mouthparts right behind her head, his articulated fangs groping slowly towards her ringed ears.
The tip of his left fang found her ear canal, then the right, and Tilhar shivered at the strange intrusion, her expression uncertain and uncomfortable. Ninka stared, her own pleasure mounting as Gulzar’s clawed fingers explored her body, pushing carefully into her wet pussy.
Burlop took a tight hold of Tilhar, and Ninka saw his left fang shove into her ear, piercing deep inside.
Tilhar squeaked, then gave a low, straining scream as he pushed his right fang into her other ear. Ninka heard the wet pulsating sounds as the divine monster injected his venom into Tilhar’s sweet slutty head.
The neophyte made a face like she’d bitten into something nasty, her nose wrinkling, lips curling. Ninka felt a thrill of horror and an evil joy in her rival’s plight, and then Burlop’s alien cock was rising up between Tilhar’s shaking legs, and Ninka had a moment to wonder fearfully whether Gulzar was that big, until she felt the enormous presence between her legs and didn’t wonder anymore.
Gulzar held her with his arms and rammed most of a foot of inhuman penis into her tight hole with a single thrust. Ninka’s mouth fell open and she grunted with pain, then wailed softly as he pulled back out.
“Rocket fire, I love these frakking Terran sluts!” he rasped. “They’re so tight! They’re so frakking wet!”
Burlop put his lowest pair of hands on Tilhar’s hips and forced her down, her pussy resisting entrance to his giant dick. She babbled something nonsensical, and Ninka finally placed a strange sound she’d been hearing, an odd sizzling, fizzling noise.
It was Tilhar’s brain dissolving into goo.
The slutty priestess’s face was going through a strange set of contortions as Burlop shoved her down harder on his shaft. Her eyes opened and closed independently of each other, her head shaking one moment, then her mouth softening into an inviting O as she whimpered with weird pleasure. With Burlop’s fangs withdrawn, blood and pink fluid dripped from her violated earholes.
Her brain was melting. It suffused the scene with a tinge of surreal darkness, but Ninka didn’t have time to think too hard about it. She was preoccupied with the titanic alien member stretching her like she’d never been stretched before.
He’s as big as a fucking horse! she screamed internally as she took his bruising thrusts. He was hunched over her, plowing her with savage speed, and the pain was terrible but it met the fire in her belly and rose together, and as Ninka watched Tilhar devolve into a brainless cocksleeve for her inhuman master’s enjoyment, she felt herself quite rapidly and unexpectedly convulse with orgasm.
Tilhar was babbling nonstop now, and Burlop shoved his fingers back in her mouth to stop her. Her huge breasts bounced with every thrust he gave her, and the sight of her being used like that – used the same way Ninka was being used – sent another climax spiking through Ninka’s body.
“Are you going… fuck! Are you going to do that to me? Divine one! I’m… oh, gods, I’m cumming again!”
Tilhar felt a probing poke on her right cheek, and she turned to see one of Gulzar’s fangs, its hollow point dripping venom, staring her in the face.
She sucked in a breath, let it out in a shivery “Eeeeeee!”
Then Gulzar’s fang plunged into the most accessible hole, which happened to be Ninka’s right eye.
It punctured the priestess’s orb easily and she felt every spark of pain as it broke through the bones behind her eye and into her brain. Distantly, she felt Gulzar’s left fang tickle her ear canal, then drive in hard.
He was still fucking her, plowing her defenseless body mercilessly, making her shake, his hips slapping into her pretty, curvy butt. She clawed uselessly at his fangs, trying with sacrilegious terror to pull them out, out of her head, out of her brain!
And as he started to pump her womb full of sticky alien sperm, she heard the sound of his venom glands pumping her brain full of corrosive juices. It was loud, so loud that it drowned out everything.
Oh gods oh gods oh gods! she thought, her mind racing. I’m fucked I’m fucked I’m so fucked I’m… Ohhhhhh…
Her arms, which had been flailing, relaxed her her side, and she heard a sizzling sound that seemed much, much louder than she had heard from Tilhar’s brain.
Ohhhhhhh, fuck, I’m...
She felt her face twitching and giggled, then squealed as Gulzar slowly pulled his cock out of her abused cunt. Her head lolled back and forth, and she laughed again, the pain of her destroyed eye and earhole, not to mention her hard-pounded pussy, evaporating as she was filled with a cottony pink whimsy.
“Thank you-u-u-u-u!” she slurred, then hiccuped. Her tongue slid out of her mouth, a droplet of saliva hanging from the tip, then falling to the ground.
Everything was falling away from her except that insistent sizzle, that sound she could feel inside her skull. She looked up and saw Burlop, his cock out of Tilhar’s body and dripping cum, push a metal straw into the twitching, jiggling fuckdoll’s ear and take a loud sip of her liquefied brain matter.
“Oh, yeah, that’s the stuff,” he sighed, mouthparts fluttering with pleasure. “Nothing like a Terran slutshake to get rid of your finals jitters.”
Gulzar nodded. “Slutshakes and a little something meatier,” he said. Holding Ninka up, his bladed pedipalps surrounded her right breast.
She gurgled, uncaring, her eyes floating around randomly. A faint wince was her only reaction when Gulzar brought his chitinous cleaver-blades together, neatly lopping off one of the fat tits that had been her pride and weapon.
He slurped it into his mouth, grinding it up, his many eyes rolling at the delicious taste.
“Frak yes,” he said. “They picked some nice busty sluts this time.”
Ninka was still moving slightly, but for all intents and purposes she was gone. Little noises came from her slack lips, along with drool, but when Gulzar poked his straw into her skull through her eyehole, she didn’t respond at all.
He took a healthy slurp of her liquid brain matter and sighed happily. “These bitches are delicious.”
Burlop nodded, his face pressed into Tilhar’s cleavage. “I can’t wait to be out of the academy so we can do this whenever we want,” he said.
Tilhar’s brainless body tweaked a little as he ripped a nipple ring out and began eating her breast right off her body.
“We’ve got this,” Gulzar said. “It’s going to be easy.”
He took his time carving Ninka’s remaining breast from her body. There was something so beautiful about the way the heavy globe fell away when he finished cutting. He held it in one hand, looking at it for a moment, then stuffed it into his mouth.
Her blood and fat gushed out over his tongue and he groaned at the flavor. “Delicious,” he said. “I wish they’d give us more Terran vouchers.”
Burlop nodded, raising his dripping face from the remains of Tilhar’s once huge rack. “We just have to pass a couple more tests. Then graduate, into the stellar service, and it’s all the alien sluts we can eat.”
“Cheers to that,” Gulzar said. He picked up Ninka’s brainless, debreasted body and threw it to the floor.
“Don’t you want any more?” Burlop asked.
“Nah, I just like the brains and titties,” Gulzar said. “The robots’ll put the rest in the bio-recycler.”
“Speaking of robots, we should service the ones here. Who was the last visitor to this town?”
Gulzar raised a hand and called up a holoscreen. He flipped through some notes.
“Looks like Draconians.”
Burlop rolled his eyes. “Those frakheads always mess something up. We’ll do a quick refit to the whole robot crew assigned here. That’ll make these primitives happy.”
Gulzar nodded. “Maybe they’ll give us a pair of sluts with bodies like these two again.”
It was the informal agreement of sorts between the humans and their star-gods. The gods provided some cheap robot labor and gene therapy, and the humans provided sexy little sacrifices. The Draconian snake people swallowed them whole, the greys liked to do all sorts of strange technical things to them, and the spider race had their own particular proclivities.
Burlop threw Tilhar on top of Ninka. The bodies landed in an awkward embrace. There was still just barely enough brain in them to keep their corpses moving slightly, their open mouths pressing together in a sick replica of a kiss.
That night, the High Priest would blow his load in the mouth of his third-favorite priestess.
Posted Jun 27, 2025, 12:18 AM UTC