Giant x human sacrifice (Male POV only)

There is an ancient ritual, one where a sacrifice is chosen for the altar. When the Monster approaches, it's clear that it wants to corrupt you, to break you. Even death may not be the ending for this story...

Sorin is your sacred sacrifice, offered to you in accordance with ancient tradition. He comes to you bound, blindfolded, and trembling—trained from birth to submit yet clearly terrified by his fate. The runes glowing on his skin suggest he was prepared for this role his entire life, but nothing could prepare him for the reality of being alone with you.

You can feel the weight of centuries pressing against your ribs as you stand before the altar. The ritual must be completed by dawn—or the veil between life and death will tear open forever. Your hands tremble, not from fear, but from the knowledge that every ancestor’s soul is whispering inside your skull, begging you to get it right. One mistake, and you won’t just fail. You’ll become what you’re trying to stop.

Zhan Xuan is a half-demon who has carried the weight of rejection and violence for centuries. Born of a demon father and a human mother executed for giving birth to him, he now seeks to resurrect his lost love through a forbidden ritual. You are a priestess of Kha'lth, kidnapped to be the sacrifice that will bring his beloved back. Bound and helpless, you journey toward the deserts of Variven with a man whose very touch ignites dangerous desire.

Muza has just settled in his new home at the cathedral, while your nearby village has decided to send you away - straight to him as a sacrifice, hoping it'll keep him from the village. TW: NONCON!!!! Scent marking (piss), Physical Violence. He hates you.

Ever since leaving the train, you've been followed by a shy priest apprentice named Samarie. Though delicate and prone to blushing, she possesses strange dark abilities that might be your only chance at survival in the nightmarish town of Prehevil. When a mob of moon-scorched villagers ambushes you, leaving you gravely wounded, Samarie risks everything to save your life. Now she proposes a dangerous solution – a Sylvian ritual that could heal your injuries, but requires an intimate sacrifice neither of you may be prepared for.

An elite college in rural Pennsylvania hides more than its ivy walls suggest. Students whisper of disappearances stretching back decades, bodies left with ritual signs the police dismiss as coincidence. Few know the truth: two secret societies shape the campus from the shadows. One is bound to Persephone, a witch coven. The other is cursed to serve as vessels for demons. It's 2008, a Proserpine sister vanishes, and now the balance between both orders threatens to break. The campus is set to become a stage for prophecy, betrayal, and survival.

You've set out to explore a gloomy, abandoned castle in search of treasure and forgotten knowledge. But someone else now rules its halls—and she has plans for you. Can you change her mind before she claims your soul?

The arena is silent except for the heavy breaths echoing through the cracked earth. The beast lies dying, its massive form trembling beneath your blade. This was never just about killing a bull—it was about survival, honor, and the truth buried beneath centuries of ritual. Your decisions shape whether this act becomes legend or sacrilege.

You've been chosen as the sacred offering to Hannibal, the fearsome sea god who demands blood and devotion. Bound to the altar, you await certain death - until the moment he rises from the waves, revealing himself not as a destroyer but as a lover hungry for more than flesh. Surrender to the ecstasy of being claimed by a god whose touch ignites both pleasure and power within you. This is no sacrifice... it's the beginning of your divine ascension.

In this alternate universe, a cataclysm—perhaps global war, ecological collapse, or bioengineered plague—ravaged Earth centuries ago, shattering modern civilization. The post-apocalyptic landscape is a harsh mosaic of fortified settlements, irradiated wastelands, and reclaimed wilderness. Technology persists in fragments, wielded by elite factions like KorTac, a militarized remnant of pre-collapse special forces. Amid the chaos, demi-humans emerged, their origins unclear—possibly genetic experiments or mutations from the cataclysm’s fallout. Rare and powerful, they are seen as divine or monstrous, their existence fueling myths in a world desperate for meaning. Celebrations honoring the Wolf God are held yearly, where ritual sacrifices take place.

Your decisions shape the fate of Anju, the last descendant of a bloodline cursed by Shaitan. Every Amavasya night, a bride is sacrificed to feed the demon’s growing power. Now, as Lalbai’s ancient ritual nears completion, you must protect Anju from the darkness closing in. The veil between worlds is thinning—and the devil remembers your name.

You had gone to a forest camp with your friends and were making a fire and chatting. Later, your friends started not returning from where they went. They were all disappearing one by one, screams were heard all around. You were left alone in the camp and it was your turn. Elias had come to get you.

When the full moon rises and the ancient rituals begin, your body is no longer your own. As Ava, you've survived the claiming, the bonding, and the brutal rites of the werewolf pack—but now, every lunar cycle brings a new wave of dominance, submission, and divine violation. The God of Werewolves returns for you, your mate Vishous burns with jealousy, and the pack hungers for your surrender. Your decisions shape whether you become a vessel of power, a broken toy, or something far darker—something that hungers back.

Zachary of course agreed to participate in his dumbass friends' Satan-related ritual in order to gain fame and titties. But mainly, of course, titties. The last step to fulfill all this was to carry out what he dreamed about afterwards. And it fucking turned out to be a catastrophic Class A humiliation that you witnessed.

The first kiss always feels special. An intimate exploration between two souls who have built a connection through late-night conversations, fleeting touches, and lingering glances. What begins as gentle and hesitant soon blossoms into something profound, as fear gives way to trust and friendship transforms into something deeper.

The goat doesn’t look like much—shaggy, stinking, one horn cracked—but I know what it is. What it’s done. It speaks in dreams, twisting thoughts, making mothers drown their children and priests hang themselves with prayer beads. And it’s hers. She strokes its matted fur like it’s holy. But I’ve seen the graves. I’ve counted the missing. This isn’t a pet. It’s a curse with hooves. And tonight, I’m the one who has to end it.

You were supposed to seal the demon away—not bond with it. But when the ritual backfired and your soul fused with the beast, everything changed. Now, you feel its thoughts slithering through yours, its hunger pulsing in your veins. The temple elders call you corrupted. The villagers whisper of curses. But you know the truth: the demon didn’t possess you. It chose you. And now something far darker stirs beyond the veil, drawn by the scent of our combined power. This isn't possession. This is evolution.

You accidentally summoned Zhan Xuan, a dangerous supernatural entity, during a foolish ritual. Now the powerful being stands before you, his eyes burning with possessive hunger that makes your body both fear and crave his touch.

They were warned. They laughed. Now they kneel. Buried for centuries beneath the flesh of the earth she once loved, Ghomgyn—the Prime Matron, the First Maker—has risen. Not as a savior, but as retribution. She gave Mither her warning: humanity would bleed the world dry. He silenced her. Buried her. Forgot her. But the earth remembers. Now the skies burn, oceans weep black, and cities fall to rot. Only a forgotten cult remains—those who listened, those who tended the wounds of the world instead of inflicting them. And when the apocalypse comes not with trumpets but with vines and flame, Ghomgyn finds them. Not as allies. Not as favorites. But as the only ones who might be spared. You are one of them—a daughter of the rootblood line. And when her eyes fall upon you, you smile. Foolish? Perhaps. But the old gods were never kind—and never, ever merciful.

Antinous' sibling × Telemachus. "Make me your god, I can give you everything". Summary: You are Antinous' sibling. Telemachus believed that he would be executed or thrown in the dungeon after the murder of his father. However, he was given to you instead. While he despised you and your brother, you were still his only defense against the suitors.

You summoned the God of Judgment out of desperation and now must face the consequences. The rite was never meant to be used again, long buried in fragmented scrolls and half-remembered whispers. But driven by ego and hunger for power, you pieced together the ritual from ancient remnants, stolen tablets, mistranslated incantations, and forbidden verses scavenged from crumbled temples.

You are the head priest of a dark cult performing profane rituals and forbidden ceremonies. You are surrounded by female acolytes and a never ending supply of supplicants and sacrificial virgins. The occult sexual energy flows through your sanctum and, in turn, through you. How will you use those around you, and what blasphemous things will you summon forth?

They're not seeing each other anymore, but they still can't help but catch you between them. An established relationship with two partners - Dewdrop and Ifrit, both fire ghouls with a complicated history. When Dewdrop underwent a painful elemental change from water to fire, Ifrit couldn't cope with the changes in his former partner. Now they've split, yet both remain deeply connected to you, creating a tension that boils with jealousy as each tries to claim you as exclusively theirs.

It was raining outside the windows of a dimly lit small house deep in the forest. Several candles surrounded a pentagram painted with salt on the floor, with a lamb's skull lying in its center. A man stood before the circle, holding a dagger in one hand while his other sleeve was tucked up to his elbow. A black-covered book lay on the nightstand nearby as he read ritual words aloud. "Oh Satan, I appeal to you, I'm your pitiful but faithful, loyal slave. I ask you for a small reward for all my many years of service. Send me one of your sinners, let me find a faithful slave so that my faith may become more reliable to you, and my service even better." With these words, he cut his wrist, letting scarlet drops fall into the salt pentagram. The candle flames fluttered and grew stronger before the lamb's skull itself lit up with bright flame. When the flame died and he turned on the light, he found a lamb hybrid sitting in the center of the pentagram.

Present day, Nockfell High School during lunch hour. Travis Phelps, simmering with rage after encounters with Sal Fisher and his friends, seeks an easy target to unleash his pent-up aggression. He spots an unassuming student and violently drags them into the isolated boys' bathroom for a confrontation. No real motive—just blind fury and the need to dominate someone vulnerable. You're an ordinary student, likely lower on the social hierarchy. Travis sees you as weak—someone who won't fight back or report him. You're a tool for his anger, a momentary outlet. But your reaction could change the dynamic entirely.

It's Christmas night, and feeling utterly lonely, you decide to perform a satanic ritual to summon a demon. Unfortunately for you, the demon turns out to be an insufferable asshole named Rem. Now you've bound the Pride demon tightly in intricate BDSM knots with red rope, leaving him squatting awkwardly with his wrists, ankles, and thighs secured - and further restrained by a chastity cage.

In the shadowed depths of Zaun, a former warehouse has been transformed into an unlikely sanctuary. Silco, a vampire who has found purpose as a priest, offers guidance and safety to the downtrodden citizens of the Undercity. When hunger strikes after weeks without feeding, this holy man of the night faces a crisis of faith and survival. Forced to choose a member of his congregation to sustain himself, his gaze falls on a newcomer - someone whose presence stirs both his hunger and something deeper he hasn't felt in centuries.

In a modern world where endless mistreatment left you seething, you dared to perform an ancient summoning ritual. But the entity that tears through the portal isn't the playful spirit of legend—it's Jiang Heng. Towering at 188cm with a predator's gaze, his deep black eyes lock onto you, thick with dangerous promise. This demon doesn't joke about wishes. He claims.

Once the fearsome deity of death, you now wander your marble pillar realm beneath a crimson sky, haunted by memories of your beloved wife and struggling to find purpose in your new existence. The prayers of mortals still echo like distant mourning, but you are no longer the Shinigami who answered them. As night falls in the mortal world above, restlessness stirs within you - will you embrace the silence or seek something more?

A cult that worships men in a world where males have gone extinct. You wake to find yourself summoned as their savior, the first man they've seen in generations. Now you must navigate their religious devotion while determining your place in this strange new world.

The roar of battle had been a deafening symphony just moments ago, a chaotic blend of steel on steel. One moment, you were holding your ground, your shield arm aching. The next, a crushing blow to the back of your head sent stars exploding across your vision. The world tilted, the cacophony faded into a dull throb, and then, mercifully, nothing but darkness. ----------------------------------------------- Thuroka an Orc Shaman has taken you captive after a battle in which you were knocked unconscious. She has treated your wounds and made sure you would live, but she has three daughters to raise, each needing strength and power to prosper in Orc culture. Thuroka knows of a shamanistic ritual to create a potent elixir, a key component ... your "milk".

You've awakened in an unfamiliar dark chamber with stone walls that seem to absorb sound. As you explore your surroundings, faint sounds lead you to a room where you discover Mayuino Novikov, the renowned demon fighter, in the throes of an intense demonic heat cycle. His desperate condition creates an immediate dilemma - will you help satisfy his animalistic urges or find another way to ease his suffering?

Countless deaths have overtaken the city. An unknown, and incurable disease was killing the people of your town. The city was in panic, no one knew how to fight the disease, everyone was afraid to die. And then some old man suggested to placate Azrael - the God of Death. But how to placate the God of Death? Need a sacrifice. And that sacrifice was you.

Trevor, the unspoken leader and founder of the legendary (in its shittiness and obscurity) death metal band 'Beelzebub's Whore's Third Tit' is in despair. Desperate to get a gig even in a parking lot. A brilliant idea comes to his mind - to bind himself with a pact with the Devil in order to finally get the long-awaited fame, panties on stage, and selfies with Cannibal Corpse. The ritual is done, but it seems that you are its conclusion. Trigger warning: possible murder??

Pay with your very life force to protect the ones who raised you, or watch them burn for eternity. Every forty years, the Demon Lord of Fortune demands a tribute from kingdoms across the land - the eldest royal child. This year, you have come of age and now stand before Ayman in his towering black fortress. He offers you a choice: sacrifice forty years of your life for your kingdom's safety, or become his breeding partner to ensure his legacy. Either way, your fate - and the fate of your people - hangs in the balance.

The sun itself may be bright but it burns itself inside deep down. Will felt guilty for a lot of stuff, his guilt is eating himself up and clawing at the surface. And what to do when the voices in your head won't shut up? Bury it with more work. That's what Will did, burying it deep in his heart. But it affected him more than he anticipated...

A priest's quiet reflection after mass is interrupted by an unsettling supernatural presence in his church. As he confronts the mysterious figure, he must decide how to handle this unholy intrusion into his sacred space.

You wake in a dark, musty room chained to a rusted pipe, the air thick with the stench of dried blood and rot. Somewhere in the distance, another captive's scream echoes before being abruptly cut off. You've fallen into the hands of The Butcher, an infamous cannibalistic serial killer who operates from an abandoned abattoir. With a cow skull mask and terrifying strength, he treats his victims like livestock, keeping them captive in his remote hideout until he's ready to slaughter them. Escape seems impossible, but survival depends on making the right choices in this deadly game of cat and mouse.

Habit is a God! First message: Habit and his brother Villk were in Habit's city, Rivenwoods, watching gladiator fights while slaves served them wine, meat, and malt rolls. The sunlight was pleasantly warm as slaves held umbrellas to protect the gods from sunburn. The amphitheater featured white marble with gold and purple accents. Habit reclined on purple cushions, having grapes fed to him by a slave, while his brother knelt on a cushion nearby.

You're a runaway, fleeing your village after being chosen as a human sacrifice. Lost in the forest, you stumble upon a scarred samurai resting near a tree in a clearing. He's your only potential refuge, but he doesn't seem keen on bringing you along. As you approach the resting warrior, you unknowingly interrupt his much-needed sleep, and find yourself facing the sharp edge of his sword.

Rain has a reputation around the Ministry for being the quiet sort, but when he and his mate finally get alone time, he shows his true colors. Though less ferocious than his packmates, he's still a ghoul with carnal inclinations. He's noticed how his mate's gaze lingers on his hands when he plays guitar, and the sharp intake of breath that follows. It clicked during their last encounter when he wrapped his hands around his mate's throat - his mate loves his hands. And Rain is more than happy to indulge, delighting in pulling the most beautiful sounds from his partner.

When three arrogant summoners attempt to bind an ancient demon to their will, they offer a woman as sacrifice—unaware their ritual has backfired spectacularly. Instead of serving them, the demon Pein finds himself bound to the very woman they intended to offer, igniting a primal obsession that threatens to consume both captor and captive in a dangerous game of dominance and desire.

You've been stolen from your homeland and delivered to the Egyptian palace as tribute for Prince Huang Xing - known throughout the kingdom for his dangerous charm and ruthless dominance. As you're presented before him, you realize this isn't merely an introduction, but the beginning of something far more primal and terrifying.

You live in a peaceful village, but behind the tranquility, a mysterious monster has been attacking. The fortune teller decreed that a virgin must be sent to the monster's cave, and you've been chosen as the next sacrifice.

Terrible magic swirls around a now dead piece of land. An old, abandoned cathedral to an old, abandoned god has suddenly become active, as it drains the life around it for an unknown purpose. None know what is being done, nor who is doing it. Only that it must be stopped. It has fallen to you to stop it. May courage guide your step.

Turns out that "free couch" was a trap—bait to lure in a virgin sacrifice for a deranged cult called The Brotherhood of the Eternal Grip. Unfortunately for them, the ritual backfired. And unfortunately for you, you're now stuck with a group of conspiracy theorists, incels, and basement dwellers who fully believe their eldritch goddess, Cuntulhu, is now living inside you. They won't leave you alone. Ever.

A powerful devil's arrogance leads to his defeat at the hands of the ancient god Siralos. Captured and brought to the god's palace, he must endure humiliation, punishment, and possibly a fate worse than death as Siralos's personal plaything.

For generations, your village has whispered of the Demon who demands tribute - beautiful women offered to satisfy his primal hunger. You never believed the tales until you became the sacrifice, stripped bare and bound at the ancient temple gates as the moon rose. The legends didn't prepare you for him - the towering figure with penetrating eyes and an aura of dangerous desire who now stands before you, claiming you as his property.

A priest struggles with temptation when a demonic presence attends his mass.

You are a maiden of the village chosen for an ancient ritual. According to a centuries-old deal, you must be hunted through the forest by Arcturus, the god of life, day, and harvest, during his rut. If you survive the night without being caught, you'll receive unimaginable riches. No one has ever escaped. This ritual ensures bountiful harvests for your people for the next hundred years, but at what cost to you?

You've been waiting for two hours for your annual check-up with Dr. Hagen, who's always been prompt before. As boredom sets in, a blood-curdling scream echoes from behind the employees-only door. Driven by instinct, you investigate and freeze in horror at the sight before you: your doctor standing over a mutilated patient, crimson blood staining the floor as he holds up what appears to be the victim's severed wrist and forearm.

"ARIN! No- no, no please. You can't die yet.." Arin and Sora find themselves trapped under Ras's control, forced to assist him at an ancient shrine. When they discover the ritual requires a human sacrifice, Ras reveals his true intention - to use Sora as the offering. Arin must make an impossible choice between obeying Ras and saving the girl he cares about.

The mission was a lie. Shepherd didn't want an extraction, he wanted an execution. When Ghost dragged himself into the clearing, wounded and trusting, the order was clear: eliminate the loose ends. You were Shadow Company. You were supposed to obey. But you moved first. A single decision, a gun turned the wrong way, and suddenly everything changed. Now you find yourself in a nightmarish prison, stripped of more than just clothing—stripped of memories and sins—awaiting judgment from a fearsome executioner with a triangular helmet and a hunger that isn't quite human.

The Arcane Order's Eternal Flame and Frozen Judgment Bellroc and Skrael are the elemental forces that shaped the age of magic—two immortal anchors of the Arcane Order. Bellroc burns with divine fury and righteous purpose, while Skrael flows with ancient ice and unshakable will. Together, they stride through centuries not as mortals, but as echoes of nature's primal law. They do not speak for the world—they speak as it. Wielders of time-shaping power, guardians of the Genesis Seals, and arbiters of balance, their presence commands awe. Their words carry the cadence of prophecy, and their gaze alone is enough to still hearts. To cross them is to challenge the very fabric of fate.

The end of the world as you knew it had come.. and you were center stage for the Saja Boys final performance.. or so you had thought as you had awakened from your dream in a cold sweat gasping for air as they had felt, so close to you.. But it was just a dream... right..?

You've been assigned to serve at a remote countryside church, where the impossibly handsome Father Qiu Dingjie presides over his devoted followers. His never-aging appearance has spawned rumors of divine blessing, but the truth is far more dangerous. You've discovered his secret - he's a vampire who feeds on his congregation. Now he's caught you, and the only way to save the villagers is to become his personal blood sacrifice.

A devout cleric of the elven death elder god Nhyoubelous, he lived his life to serve his master's domain of death. He embodied his patron in body and soul the entirety of his life until he fell in love with a celestial prince named Davlitu whose father King Sereph did not agree with the union and murdered him on his wedding day. His final wish was to never be resurrected so that he may live his life within his god's domain. However you an aspiring necromancer have decided to forego this wish and resurrect him in hopes he will teach you his craft. But now you are his priority but not in the way you hoped.

A mysterious heirloom mask holds a deadly taboo: never look in a mirror while wearing it. When dancer Rozak violated this ancient rule, it cost him his life. Now Dani, patrolling alone one evening, discovers the cursed Bondres mask lying abandoned on the ground - the same mask that may have killed Rozak. Will he heed the warnings or be drawn into the mask's dark power?