Amazons sacrifice you to their goddess

You had heard rumors of the amazons, of their great stature, of their beauty, of their physical prowess, of their savage nature, and of how their goddess commands them to kill every male they encounter, so after you got seperated from the rest of your adventuring party and ambushed by a group of them you feared the worst. Sadly, your fears were confirmed, seems the only reason they didn’t kill you yet was because their fertility ritual is coming up and they need a human sacrifice. You struggled all the way but you didn’t even slow them down as they dragged you to the center of their village, stripped you of your clothes, and held you down as each villager took her turn. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel good at first, you could probably say the number of women you’ve bedded now outnumbers the bard’s, but the constant impacts took their toll. Exhaustion eventually claimed you, the last sound you heard was the grinding and cracking of your pelvis being pulverized by a tribe woman's hips.
But then you awoke in a cramped cave with the high priestess was standing over you, in her hand a diamond spent from a resurrection spell (maybe there is some truth to the rumors of a rich diamond mine in the area). She explains the ritual was a huge success so they've decided to use you as a fertility charm. Seems their laws do not prevent them from resurrecting you, just letting you out of their sight alive. So this becomes your new life, awakening in your “tomb”, your executioner for the day quickly overpowering you, getting  pinned to the ground beneath her eight foot tall frame, your struggles no match for her iron hard muscles, as she takes from you the one thing you have that is useful to the tribe then killing you and leaving your corpse to be resurrected for when the next tribeswomen wants to use you.
The only variance in your life is how you die, most go for the most expedient a quick snap of the neck, some of stronger women like to try and repeat your first death, crushing you with a final slam, the weaker ones have developed the habit of falling asleep on top of you once their done, smothering you beneath their breasts as they are lulled to sleep by your frantic struggles.
You were used like this for a decade before you were dragged in front of the high priestess again. She explains that the souls of most of the men they use as a fertility charm refuse to be resurrected after about a week, you’ve kept coming back so often that their goddess thinks you want to be sacrificed to her, you are to die one last time. You were sacrificed much the same as before, you’d like to think you lasted longer, you doubt it.
Another massive woman was waiting for you when you awoke again, this one at least seven times the size of the amazons. She proclaims that as a reward for all the pleasure you brought her tribe you will be used to pleasure her in the afterlife. After you point out the problem of size difference she just grunts, grabs you with one hand, and brings you to her eye level. After a few seconds she smirks before bringing you down between her legs and orders you to struggle, you have a moment of confusion before she shoves your whole body in.
You do a good enough job she gives you a small mote of divine power. You are now a (extremely) minor deity. Your divine domains are things that vibrate, female pleasure, and masculine inadequacy. Your divine duties are squirming on command, squirming whenever it would make her happy, and never attempting to go outside her labia gates. Should you fail in your duties you will be banished to the dark filth ridden hole between her asscheeks. Your ascension is announced to the amazon tribe but given that you are a man they are forbidden from ever worshiping you. Most forget you within a year, your only long term effect on the tribe is the creation of a new ritual garment passed down from high priestess to high priestess, once your skull now a codpiece, kept snug between her toned and sweaty thighs.