Kai’s tribe lives in a tropical paradise—one of sun, sea, and sand. A protective reef surrounds the island, the waters teeming with life and fulfilling their needs. Passing the reef is forbidden—an unforgiving world of ice and cold lingers just outside it. An Ice God keeps them trapped on the island, demanding one sacrifice each year as payment for their warmth.
Female after female is given to the god, never to return from his land of snow and ice. But the women of the island are growing sparse. If they continue to hand over their females, it will spell the end of their tribe. Their only choice is to sacrifice a willing male and hope the Ice God accepts their offering.
Kai has never been spiritual, so he’s forced to offer up his life to the god. Either he goes, or his best friend and sister will take his place. Kai accepts his fate, ready to die for his tribe. He surrenders his life to the Ice God.
Only it’s not his life the god wants.
Sacrificed stories can stand alone and are loosely tied to one another. Read in any order you like.
One Day Left to Live
Come to me, Kai.
Kai looked up at the dais, his entire body enflamed. Heat rocketed through him as he stared up at the Ice God. The male was large, muscled all over. The deity’s skin was pale, almost blue from the cold. He was completely naked, his thick, long cock hard with need. Drops of seed dripped from the swollen head onto the dais.
Hunger tore through Kai… a hunger he’d never, ever felt before.
Come to me, Kai.
Kai’s own cock stiffened in his pants. He was wearing layers and layers of clothing, which had already made him begin to sweat in the heat of their village. But once he made it to the other side, where ice and snow ruled, it likely wouldn’t be enough to keep him warm.
Yet there was an inner heat, a fire he felt stoked within.
Need unlike anything he’d ever known.
Come to me…
A strong hand ripped open his pants and then gripped his cock, stroking it up and down. Kai moaned, his eyes falling closed. Need pumped through his veins…
Kai’s eyes popped opened, his body languishing in a dreamy lucidity. He could still feel the sliding hand on his cock, urging him to the edge. His back arched, cum shooting from his cock. A scream tore from his lips.
He fell back in his bunk, sweat coating him. Kai could barely breathe, the orgasm shattering him. It was then that he knew the hand had been his.
Not the god’s.
He wiped his seed onto the blanket twisted about his limbs, confusion setting in. Kai had never felt the need to touch himself with lust before that night.
“Kai? Are you unwell?” came Nanni’s whispered voice from below.
Embarrassment tore through him. “I’m fine,” he whispered back, heat filling his cheeks.
Even though he couldn’t see her, he knew she paused, unsure.
“I’m fine,” he whispered again, feeling the heat in his face grow. Shame at what he’d felt. For a god? “I had a nightmare.”
An erotic nightmare he wanted to lose himself in again.
“I know you’re afraid,” she called up to him. “I fear for you, too.” She paused. “Sleep now, my sweet Kai’toa.”
Kai stared up at the woven ceiling, the fear making it hard to breathe. A sensual need spiraled in him as he lay there, the need he’d felt earlier a simple precursor to more.
He didn’t understand the feelings growing within.
Lust was foreign to him.
He turned over and tried to rest, only to spend his last night wide awake, full of need.