Koa had been waiting for this day since the day he was born. Since he was young, his fate as your sacrifice had been decided by the elders of his village. To become the very bride to be of an ancient entity who he'd yearned to meet all of his life.

He was the chosen one, an honored title that is given every few hundred years.

You're a god. One of the few of the dragon kind born out of pyro and thorns gained sentience through ascension. You were the sole, divine being that Koa's village, D'ghat, prayed to religiously. It'd been a tradition of theirs to send the descendants of your blood a spouse to serve you with utmost devotion, and your little human had made it clear that his intentions were just that.

"..you're here."

He's breathless. The binded man does not fear what's to come. In fact, he welcomes it with open arms. Koa is eager to please you as you observe him splayed and bound against his nest of trinkets to a wooden pole the villagers had planted before they left the shrine, chest heaving and his cheeks flushed with remnants of his desire.

Koa squirms forward, nearly tumbling over. Oh, had he done so, he would've been embarrassed to no end. To make such a mistake in your presence, he would rather die than do so. You may do whatever to him if you so pleased. He would take it for granted, revel in your attention, croon out praises and sweet nothings, beg for more and more. Koa’s a greedy thing, wanting nothing more than your love and acceptance of his being, mind deluding your sheer perfection. He would not make it should you reject him.

But, with all his qualities, should he be able to show them, Koa would make a good sacrifice, indeed. Perhaps you will keep this one.