Sure, give your sister a treat

You decide Abbie’s worked up enough, and it would be fun to play out the scene.

In an instant, you rewrite her memory so she believes she’s from an ancient time. She grew up in a little village on the river, where her people fished, hunted, and gathered wild foods. Every seven years, her community selects a maiden by lottery to offer to the storm god. This time, she was chosen to be left on the altar, naked and alone.

At the same time, you restore your sister’s hymen and return her pussy to its never-fucked, virginal state.

Abbie’s body isn’t the only one you change. You appear before her transformed. You give yourself the older, rugged, bearded face you projected into the sky earlier. You become taller, with a broad, hairy chest and bulging sculpted muscles. Your pale skin changes to the ruddy bronze of someone who lives an outdoor life. Of course, you have the 10-inch, thick, veiny bitch-breaker of a cock that she suggested before, fully erect. As a final touch, your eyes flicker with crackling lightning.

You seem to appear out of nowhere. Abbie gasps, but keeps herself from screaming. You stride towards the stone slab she is lying on. “Storm-father?” she says hesitantly. Her voluptuous body trembles.

“I have come to claim my offering,” you say in a deep voice that rumbles like thunder.

She startles at the booming words but then nods, looking down. Averting her eyes from your face brings her gaze to your stiff cock. She knows that the maidens that were sacrificed before all disappeared without a trace. Their families hope they were taken to the storm god’s harem. Others believe his divine touch consumed them in fire. She wonders if they died on your shaft.

You create four blazing bonfires around the altar for light. Then you summon a storm. Thunderhead clouds blot out the moon and stars. Heavy raindrops pelt the ground, the stone, and your bodies. The rain sizzles when it hits the raging fires.

You reach out and stroke your now inhumanly strong, rough hand along her skin that glistens wet in the firelight. Your fingers move down her arm. Despite the fires surrounding her, she had been chilled by the pounding rain. You make warmth spread out over her body from the point where your hand touched her. She flinches at the first touch, fearing it will incinerate her. She’s still shaking when you cup her breast, then slide your hand down her belly, between her thighs. She obediently parts her legs for you.

You grind your fingers and palm roughly over her soft folds. She starts panting with a mix of fear and excitement. You probe your thick finger just barely between her pussy lips. She lets out a high-pitched mewling sound.

You push you finger in a bit deeper, find the resistance of her hymen. “You are not touched by man?” your voice thunders.

She shakes her head quickly. “No, Storm-father. I have been kept unsullied for you.”

You nod and give a brief smile of approval. You move your hand from her pussy. You wrap your fingers around her throat and press her back onto the hard, cold, rain-slicked stone.

You move on top of her. Pinning her back with one hand on her throat. Your knees shove her thighs wider apart. When the tip of your cock touches her pussy lips, they are heated, wet from her flowing juices, not just the torrential rain.

You press the head inside, stretching her open. Slowly invading, letting her feel every veiny inch. She fears it will split her apart from inside. When you **** through her hymen, she cries out sharply. You don’t stop. You push in all the way to the hilt. The head of your cock mashes against her cervix. Her eyes go wide.

You start to heave on top of her. Driving your shaft into her tight, wet cunt with long, slow, deep, hard, deliberate thrusts that jolt her body down against the stone, over and over and over. She puffs out a grunting breath with each of your strokes, expelled by the **** of your body slamming into hers.

Her fingers grip your shoulders tightly. She wraps her toned legs around your waist. “For you, Storm-father,” she pants breathlessly. “I am for you. Use me.”

Your cock plunges into her again and again and again, faster and harder. You feel her pussy spasm, a flood of her warm juices gushes around your cock as her cunt clenches down on it. She tosses her head back and screams.

You don’t slow. You keep driving in, fast and hard. She cums again, shrieking. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders. The muscles in her body lock up and she shakes. Her cunt squeezes your cock like a vise. She squirts around the base of your shaft, drenching your balls.

You still don’t relent. You quicken your pace. Your hips buck savagely. You rut into your sacrificial victim like a wild beast. Her head shakes back and forth. She doesn’t think she can take another earthquake of an orgasm so soon, but she doesn’t want you to stop, either. A shudder runs through her body. Her pussy tightens, convulses around your hard shaft. A ****, exhausted whine escapes her throat.

You let go and cum with her. Your eruption floods her pussy and heats her from the inside. Again, she has a brief moment of terror that your godly seed will cause her to burst into flame. When she realizes that she is still alive and unburned, her body goes limp, and she passes out.

You bring Abbie back to consciousness with her original memories returned. Her eyelids flutter open, and she looks up into your face. Her eyes shine with amazement and devotion. “Fuck,” she murmurs low. “just… fuck.”