Temple Guard:

Until now I have had the most boring job at Mt. Mentempuer. It is a resort island in the middle of nowhere. We have our own culture and religion. We believe in having fun. The tourists that know about our little island come and spend their money on parties and drink. That means we just have to serve them. It was an easy life really.

The one important thing in Mentempuer was our religion. We believed in the Goddess Lolisha that gave the island prosperity. Goddess Lolisha was more than a goddess in some book; she was actually someone we could see. When she was old, she was reincarnated in another girl. This goddess didn’t expect much. It was all about us adoring her and her making us happy. The problem of course was that we have been waiting years for the new goddess to be born again in a new girl. This affected the island, as we thought she had abandoned us.

It was my job to see if one of the tourist children was the goddess. Some of our wise men said that there could have been complications when the reincarnation happened which meant she was outside the island. In this case the goddess would be subdued in a child’s body, unable to show herself. We knew that the girl would have a birthmark that looked like a tattoo on her hand. It looked like a half moon.

My job was real easy as not many children came to Mentempuer, especially 10 year olds, which we suspect the spirit of Lolisha was hidden in.

Dad:

My dear wife died when Alice was born. It was a hard death. When she gave birth to Alice, she was weak and shouted after a priest. My wife said my daughter was possessed. That was 10 years ago

I am close to my daughter. I have a high paying job, so she has been protected all her life and given what she wants. I realized that my little princess will be a teen in 3 years. I wanted one place where we could be together and have fun. I wanted a quality holiday with her. Mentempuer was the best place as they do not have many amusements or distractions. I want Alice to remember this holiday for being with me, and not just remembering a place like Disney Park.

Temple guard:

Another day at the airport, looking at old and fat tourists coming in. Not so many 10 year olds are coming through the control. This is worrying me, as the volcano has been spitting up smoke in the last few months. We needed the little goddess to calm the volcano.

Then this pretty little girl comes to the control. She is a small little gem that has large eyes, nice cheeks and black hair that is curly at the end. She looks at me and points at a painting behind me. She asks who was in the painting. I smiled and said it was Lolisha. She was a goddess

The girl smiled and told her dad that the painting looked like herself. Her dad agreed and joked saying, “I always knew you were a goddess!”

I looked at the girl’s hand and started getting an anxiety attack. She has the tattoo on her hand. It was a half moon.

I pressed a red button. The search is over. We could then hear the drums.

Dad:

Here we were at our little hut. It’s very cosy and primitive. It’s also nice that we have our own privacy. I am happy that we have come here. It gives us lots of time to be together. The one thing I hated was the drums. They played all the time, and could be heard all over the island, at all times of the day, even when we were asleep. The drums started after Alice saw the picture of that goddess child, and have continued since.

Something strange did happen today. We were sitting watching the sunset. We were talking about the drums, one minute they were loud, another they were not so loud. They could be fast and then go slow. Alice loved the drums. She said that they sounded like small voices. I smiled. Children had such great imaginations.

Then she screamed, “Let me out!” I looked at her and asked what she meant. It was as if she was blank for a few seconds. Then she looked at me and smiled and said she did not say anything.

Alice:

These holidays were great. At first I didn’t want to come here. Two weeks without doing anything? There was not even TV or I couldn’t see Netflix or chat with friends on Skype. However I was so happy when I came to the airport. I saw that painting of a girl. At first, I thought they had a painting of me. She is a goddess

At the hut, I looked at the mirror. I did look the same as her, except her skin was a small bit darker. I got a fright when I thought the image in the mirror said, “Give me your body.” I wanted to scream but just said no back. Then the girl cried and said I do not understand. I didn’t tell Daddy, he would think I had sun stroke.

The man we met at the airport came to our house today. He had two jobs. Working in the airport and a high priest. He told us that the volcano looked dangerous today as it might explode at any time. Otherwise, he wanted to show us the main attraction. We walked through the town to the other side of the island and he showed us a shrine. As soon as I saw it, I had shivers going down my back. I heard a voice in my mind saying “I am home.” The drums also changed tempo and were now much quicker and louder.

“This shrine is the Shrine of Lolisha. She is the goddess of humility and love. This temple is where she serves. It was built in 167BC. Legend says that although she was a child, she served her followers by sucking them or letting them fuck her. This made the people happy as well as her father, the King of the Immortals. Seeing his daughter submit herself to men was a cheap entertainment for him. No one knows why her dad submitted her to this, but Lolisha’s mind broke, and she became a cock addict. The problem was she always died before she was 18, but her father’s punishment was she would be reincarnated. This is why the volcano is so dangerous. The last Lolisha has not come back to her shrine.”

I giggled as Daddy went red and finally mad as the high priest talked about sex.

Then I found myself saying, “The temple was first built in 212BC, and in 164BC it was rebuilt using marble and lava stone from the volcano. Lolisha's father wanted a son and when he got a daughter, he hated her so much that she was to be a whore at the shrine. This meant that the more sperm that went in her body, the less angry the volcano got. The Goddess Lolisha could have gone away, but she cared about the people on the island. Now since the goddess has not been here for 10 years, the volcano is on the verge of erupting.”

I don’t remember saying any of that, and I definitely don’t remember lifting my hands as the volcano started spitting red lava in air, and saying that I was back. The volcano went to sleep for another bit.

Dad:

The visit to the shrine was very scary. Just my luck, that I picked to go on holiday in an island that was about to blow up. On top of that my daughter has an outburst at a shrine, saying things that were profane and something a 10 year old should not understand. How did she know those things?

When we were home that night, we didn’t say much to each other. I looked at a photo album on my cell phone. They were pictures of Alice.

“Frank, when do we see the shrine again?” she interrupted me.

This surprised me a bit. Why did she call me by my name and not call me daddy? I looked down at the old pictures of her. My eyes filled with water as I realized that she did not look like me. Maybe she was not my daughter!

When will these drums ever stop?

Alice:

The volcano was mad again. I took home a brochure of the shrine. I didn’t remember much of it, but everything seemed so familiar. I was thinking how cool it would be to be a goddess. I then laid back on the bed and put my hands down my panties and started feeling my pussy. I was rubbing and the drums sort of made me rub faster. I was moaning and groaning and didn’t really care if the man in the next room heard me or not. This was fun I was rubbing so hard that I was twisting and turning on the bed. I ended up collapsing while breathing very hard and shaking. The drums were now soft and the volcano recovered.

I now knew who I was and the lie that I was living. I walked over to window and said, “I am home. I now know who I am.”

Dad:

Alice came out and I felt a bit bad. I thought she would say goodnight and I always told her I love her. But somehow, I no longer felt honest in saying this. She jumped on my knee and thanked me for everything I have done for her. She was just wearing panties.

I felt my dick get hard in me as I looked at her smooth skin. Her chest was flat and she had I could see the outline of her pussy. She gave me a kiss while I found myself struggling to get her panties off. I could not believe that I was being turned on by a 10 year old. I could have stayed there for days just exploring her mouth with my tongue and feeling her soft skin. She had other ideas as she went on her knees and put my dick into her mouth. It was as if she was sucking the life out of me, I never felt better! At the end, I warned her that I was about to cum in her mouth, and that did not bother her, she just smiled and swallowed it.

It was not over then. She then crawled on me and put my dick in her small pussy. It took a bit of effort, and I thought it was cute the way her eyes watered and she smiled at the same time. I could not believe how tight she was! The next few minutes were her going up and down on me. I felt like this was heaven and I could have died right there. It took some time, but I managed to fill her small womb with sperm.

As soon as I done this, the drums stopped. It was strange that there was finally silence. The noises from the volcano stopped. I felt safe and knew I would sleep well that night.

High Priest:

I rushed to the shrine. The night told me that the island was saved. The drums stopped.

Alice showed up at the shrine alone. I could somehow see that she was wiser. Her eyes were no longer of a 10 year old innocent girl. She announced that she was back. I smiled and bowed and then opened a sacred box and found her halfway see-through tunic.

A half an hour later, the villagers and tourists must have found out as they flocked to the shrine. She had one cock in her mouth and one in her pussy. There was a smell of cum around the shrine. Alice, or Lolisha as she was now, was tired. But she was smiling despite the long line still waiting for her service. I am sure that she will be full of sperm at the end of the day.

Our Goddess was back, and the volcano was once again quiet. Mt. Mentempuer was safe.

Towards the end of the goddess giving her audiences, her dad came, screaming, to the shrine. He was asking if anyone had seen his daughter. He found her bed empty that morning and her clothes were gone. The poor man was crying in grief and I felt sorry for him deep down. There is no justice in the world. Some things are just more important. He looked at the goddess in the shrine and then went silent. He saw this 10 year old girl pleasing an old man by letting him fuck her ass. Her dad could see the discomfort in the girl’s eyes but there was also a smile. Now was the test, if he could recognize her, he would swipe her away and put her in some shrink’s office for the rest of her life.

Her father started blushing, saying that he dreamt he had a daughter. He felt so embarrassed at causing a riot. He explained to the high priest that his wife died soon after they got married. Maybe the dream was about him wanting a family. He looked at the high priest and then the goddess and said he would pay homage to her, and maybe this would give him his wish.

It was a strange sight seeing a former dad molesting his former daughter, feeling her all over and then kissing her deeply. Then he let her suck him. She was now used to it, and I could see from the way he arched his head back that he enjoyed it very much. I could see his expression become more satisfied when he fucked her.

When they were done, I got a bit worried as they stared in each other’s eyes. However he just bowed and left.

Dad:

One year has passed and here I am again back at the island. A lot has happened since I was at Mt. Mentempuer last year. When I went back home, I met this woman and after 3 weeks, we got married. We now have a baby daughter that is a few months old. We called her Alice. Somehow, that name was special for me.

My wife did not want to come on holidays. She thought the baby was too young. But she understood that I had to go. She noticed I had pictures of the goddess all over my house.

So here I am at the shrine. It was the 7th time this week that I got to feel the smooth body of the goddess, and hear her moan as I invaded all her holes.

There is just one thing that worries me. The last time I did it with her, she was exhausted but managed to whisper in my ear, “I hope you come next year, maybe you will be a granddad!”