@fogandsnow prayed
Emily sits herself atop the altar trying her best to hide her nervousness...and her fear. It was her time to offer herself to the Great One but she doesn't get to choose in what way. But whatever comes, it's both her nightmare and her duty. Be it earning the Red God's favor or her own death, Emily is determined to face it with dignity.
It does take long for him to take notice of her presence, even less time for him to reach her.
He takes little time in crowding her space where she is sat, forcing himself between her legs and caging her in with his arms as he leans above her. The nose of the pyramid nudges at her face and neck as he scents her and the fear is easily picked up, making him rumble in a pleased manner.
It was about time you came to him, little morsel, he was beginning to think he was going to hunt you done for his end of the bargain.
His tongue slips from between iron jaws to lick the column of Emily’s throat up the underside of her jaw, a hand moving to grip her thigh harshly. You know exactly what he wants from you don’t you. You have presented yourself so prettily upon his altar that you know there is no other option.
