Posted by Ay-Wun on October 21, 2006 at 17:21:38:
"Where, oh where is Dagon?" screamed Tish, to no one in particular, for in fact, no one else was there.
Tish was alone in the family lodge, totally nude, painted in her cerimonial green with a gold diamond pattern overlay, all ready for the Harvest Sacrificial Selection.
"Dagon, I'm ready, where are you?"
Dagon had promised, or she thought he had, to escort her to the orgy. She had finally weaned him from his attraction for Sonja the Bardess, and now tonight he'd be her man, and just like in the tales, they'd live happily ever after. But where was he? Everyone else of Clan Deegieff had already left for the sacrificial grounds, leaving her alone in the village.
"Just like a man," thought Tish, "To forget what he had promised. Well I'll show him, I'll go there alone and be fucking some other man when he arrives!!"
In the Sacrificial Selection Cerimony, all the Clan Deegieff men under forty, had to couple with as many of the women as possible, no relationships taboo, during the four hours it was to last. At the end of that span the man who had performed the least sexual climactic acts, or the man who had proved incapable earliest was to be the harvest sacrifice. This method had been decided by the men themselves in Full Men's Council. Any offspring determined to have resulted from these couplings were granted some special status to be decided at birth. For the cerimony of coupling each member of the clan was nude, painted in their own personal serpentine colors and pattern.
Tish set off for the sacrificial grounds stamping furiously down the path,
"He'll be the sorriest man in the clan." she vowed as she surveyed the scene she came upon.
Everywhere, couples were coupling in every manner possible, while the elders, the men who'd survived for forty years looked on as judges, though some took part if an unoccupied woman of any age appeared. All the women present being engaged, Chief Scallytew seized Tish as she entered the grounds, before she could see if Dagon were there, and entered her anally, thrusting in deeply and passiontely, for he had coveted Tish since he had been left bereft way back when Clem made her sacrifice. Tish, on her knees took Scallytew gamely, and would even have reveled at his sizable penis if only she could rise to better see where Dagon might be.
As Scallytew rutted her rear, Tish tried, in vain to see who might be paired with who. There was her mother, Jenfer orally servicing Sub-Chief Dervonder, probably gaining favor for later. Her two sisters Patni and Ansa were happily humping atop two men she couldn't clearly see, but knew them to not be Dagon for neither wore his red with yellow paint. If Dagon was here he must be deeper into the grounds, nearer the Sacrificial Stone where whatever man was leading in couplings would have his choice of the women as he occupied the stone. Spewing a copious load into Tish's tight tunnel, Scallytew withdrew, and thanking her helped her to rise.
Tish hurried to get deeper into the grounds where she knew all the truely prime males would be, all the time seeking yellow on red, always looking for Dagon. Her father, Aggior, uexpectedly appeared before her and pulled her head down to confront his member. It was only half hard and Tish knew she must bring it to life or possibly have him fail early in this rite. She knew this member well, even painted silver and blue, so she used methods she'd used many times before. Up he came, but before he came he was away to mate with Maynel, colored puce and pink.
Tish had no chance to rise however, as a man all orange with green who she didn't recognize, there were clan members here from afar, pushed her to the turf and entered her. Tish was gaining great pleasure from these encounters, but they were delaying her pursuit of Dagon. They came as one, and as he withdrew he gave her a hand to her feet saying,
"'Twas fine cousin Tish!" yet she still knew not who he was.
Reaching, at last, the sacrifice area, she could not believe what her eyes were seeing. Upon the sloping Sacrificial Stone, painted red with a finger thick yellow line up the back of each leg, up over each shoulder then down the front of his legs was Dagon, mounted on Sonja. Her body dark red matching her hair, the green streaks in her hair matched by the Diger like stripes down her back of the same hue. The vigor of their actions on the stone attested to the passion they felt for each other, and the rose she wore in her hair had fallen away to the ground. No one else of the clan felt surprise that these two should should mate so well, for both were special children of the sacrifice night, with wonderful things expected of them.
Dagon, all felt would soon be chief of the clan, and all knew the accomplishments of Sonja. Not only could she spin marvelous tales and make poetry that sang, but she could speak in the tongues of far flung peoples, and greater still she spoke secret the arcane tongue of the gods, to make magical things occur.
The passion that Dagon showed as he clearly made love, not mere sex with Sonja brought jealous rage into the heart of Tish. Turning just slightly from that scene, the shrouded gong came to her eyes, and an outrageous idea came to her mind. She strode to the gong, tore away the shroud, and before anyone could stop her seized the hammer and sounded the gong.
As the ringing notes echoed through the glade, all motion ceased save that couple atop that stone. So steeped were they with passion for one another, that they were oblivious to everything else. Another movement now came, the one expected by all, as that gong was the summoning signal for the serpent.
Swiftly slithering from out it's cave it made directly for that stone. The bright green thing with patterns of many colors on its great length, spread wide its jaws to engulph the legs of that copulating couple. By their movements, all knew, the two were climaxing together, and though wrapped in bliss they both now became aware of what was occuring. As they were swallowed to the loins they began to feel the sinuous sensuous sensations of massage by the serpent's throat, and the tortuous tickling of its tongue. These things brought their passions to new heretofore unreached highs so that both came again, and again, and again, as both disappeared from sight.
As the snake lay upon its altar digesting that duo, hands seized Tish and bore her away to the roasting glade, for all knew the penalty for interferance in the normal course of a rite. It was impalement on a spit, ending as meat on the coals. Tish was held down on the spitting stone by four strong men as a fifth pressed a nine foot iron spit into her pouting pussy, then through her as she writhed in that strange agony/ecstasy that spitting seemed to bring to women.
As the spit emerged from her luscious lips, a woman who was the clan dresser, Tish's own mother, Jenfer, stepped forth with her blade bared and opened her belly so the guts came out, all save heart and lungs, so she may roast alive. Then swiftly she coated all exposed surfaces with a special concoction to stem all the bleeding.
As Tish had been carried away other women had hurried to their dwellings to fetch stuffings, which all usually had at hand. These were brought forth, and that cavity quickly filled. A sizable tuber was used to seal her anus, and the gaping wound was swiftly sewn with jute. Hands and feet were lashed to the spit, then over the coals Tish was borne, and basted, and turned. She made an unusually beautiful sight in her green stained skin 'til that shade burned away along with her jealousy and her life.
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