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!”
