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::Best read while listening to the Lucid album by Ravenna::
A hush falls over the crowd as the sound of the gong reverberates through the open atrium. The sun sinks beyond the horizon and stars begin to twinkle above. A few hundred expectant faces turn in your direction. The curtains part and you glide forward, rose petals crushing under your feet and releasing their delicate scent. Your dark skin is offset with transparent golden cloth, gracefully draped to hug your generous curves and soft belly.
All genders and those without a gender are present, and you love them all. All immortals are eventually pansexual, just another line of defense for gods who would at best be driven mad by boredom, and at worst never recover from the heartbreaking grief of losing love time and time again.
Many of your followers are already touching each other affectionately, lips on necks, fingers running down naked arms and brushing across soft fabric. Eyes on you though, always. You’re the center of their world: mother, priest, lover, goddex.
You approach your sacrifice on the large alabaster altar. She rests against the pillows, naked. Her wrists are tied with a golden cord but the looseness of her body tells you she’s willing. You take up the ritual knife and cut the rope.
You are not always a generous lover, but your sacrifice has chosen this ending, and you love her for it. Gratitude fills your heart and spills over, streaming through your fingertips as you trace circles on her lightly wrinkled skin.
You step onto the altar and take your place, standing above her and lifting her chin so you can look down into her eyes. You see no fear. You shift: From maiden to mother and then finally to crone, the melanin gradually fading, curves shrinking, skin wrinkling.
You know all of your forms are beautiful and are pleased to see only affection as she reaches out to run her finger along the gentle folds of your skin. Her touch feels electric. “You’re beautiful,” she says. “Every wrinkle holds a story. I want to touch them all.”
You smile and shift again, younger in age and angular in shape, the anchor line of top surgery scars appearing on your smooth chest. Your floor-length dress shortens to a see-through romper.
Some of your lovers are more attracted to one form or another, though all know and accept that you are all. You do not begrudge them their desire, but your sacrifice can only be chosen from those who respond to the multitude of who you are. They must love the liminal and in between, the shift itself.
And my god, does she. She takes it all in, gaze catching on your dick peeking out of the folds of your body. Your nipples harden as she looks at you with hunger, pupils blown wide.
You slowly remove your clothes and step forward, letting her take you into her mouth. She laps at your wetness and her hands reach up to grab your generous ass. She moans as you caress the back of her head, running lithe fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck, and press your sex against her. Part of you wants to ride her face and the other wants to release into her embrace and let yourself be thoroughly fucked. Before you can pick, her tongue flicks out to circle your dick and your knees buckle. Several followers step out of the crowd, reaching up to hold you by the ass and thighs, and you surrender your whole body to gravity and her steady tongue. You feel warm and soft in their embrace, and your sacrifice sucks steadily as she reaches up to tease your opening. You relax down, taking her fingers inside you and gasp at your first orgasm of the night.
“Well, your sacrifice is certainly worthy, my child. This is the end you choose?”
She pulls away and her eyes roll back in her head. “Yes, mother of god!“
“Who me?” That’s a new one, unless she’s just generally exclaiming. But it gives you an idea.
She laughs, deep and throaty, and somehow you want her even more. You want to fuck the twinkle out of her eyes, make her come undone. You will of course, in more ways than one.
You kneel and take her into your arms, cradling her soft back with your forearm as you push her back. She moves eagerly, spreading her legs wide and you shift again. She takes in your heavy breasts, glittering skin, and large, golden cock. She pulls you forward, her body hot and wet as you run your dick up and down her whole pussy.
“What else do they call me?” you ask, voice indifferent. She looks down and bites her lip.
“Anadyomene,” she whispers reverently. “Ocean Rising.” You run a finger down her arm and enjoy her look of surprise as bubbles of sea foam pop up in its wake. The scent of salt mingles with her, pungent. You pause, though you desperately want to taste her. She catches you licking your lips and smiles as she looks up at you through lidded eyes.
You remember yourself: “And?”
She groans and reaches for your hips, and you push her hands above her head and tie them together with the cord, placing it in one of your follower’s eager hands.
“Morning Star.” You push just inside her. She gasps but you pause. She looks desperately at you, but seems to sense that asking won’t get the response she now needs.
“Divine Healer.” You thrust inside her once.
“Heavenly” You slide in again, and then shift your dick to fit her body as you continue at what you hope is a maddeningly slow pace.
“Venus of the People.” You flick her clit and feel her clench, hugging your length.
“Kallipygos” she whispers. “And that means?” “Juicy Booty” You chuckle and untie her hands, which she immediately uses to grasp your ass.
Her smile is smug but before you can punish her she calls you by another name: “Felix.” It makes you purr in pleasure and you thrust deep inside her in response. She groans and you lose yourself, moving together on the swelling tide of desire.
“Aphrodite, please.”
You shift again to straddle her with your pussies pressed together, feeling her clit pulse and letting her rock up against you as she cries out and takes her pleasure.
You lay for a moment and let your followers bring you drinks and snacks. When you turn to them, they pick you up and hold you again. Another flick of your hand and she’s lifted up too, held above you with gentle caresses and lowered to your mouth. You taste both of you and drink eagerly of her body as she comes again.
You float weightless through the crowd, every hand caressing, every mouth tasting. Hundreds of hearts beating in worship, voices calling your names as they are overcome. The crest of the wave takes all of you now and you ride it: sacred, sacred, sacred. The temple flickers, responding to the crowd’s fervor. With every orgasm your power swells and then the scene shifts.
The humble grotto, a mountain-side hot springs built of stone. You and your sacrifice warm and pliable under the beating sun. You dip down into the hot water, muscles softening.
A redwood grove, soil soft under foot, the next generation of trees a ring around you both. Your sacrifice’s legs spread wide as you press her into the soft moss-covered stump.
A grove of linden trees in full bloom. You lick honey from her inner thigh as bees dance across your pale skin.
The lush island shore where you were born, your ebony curves and the sacrifice both draped in pearls. You lean over to suck salt from her nipple.
You feel yourself at the temple again, your back to the altar, body arched. Part of you is also still on the shore, waves washing across your clit as you ejaculate into the sea foam.
You are the redwood. You are the burning core of the planet. You are the bee.
Your sacrifice is in obeisance before you, drinking of your body, your waters, ambrosia. She swallows and licks her lips, thirsty for every drop of immortal life, before turning to your followers to allow their mouths to taste the streams of sticky liquid running down her body, as they did the night they offered their own lives in sacrifice.
You let your eyes follow the tangle of limbs and take in the writhing pleasure of the collective before moving back up to lock eyes with your sacrifice. The crowd parts for you to place a hand behind her head. She tilts her mouth up for your kiss, willing and open. Her lips part for your tongue as you seal your deal and take her heart in your hands, cutting the cord to her mortal life and drawing her life force into yourself. You feel the energy of her perfect sacrifice move from your heart to your belly, filling your immortal body, and know you will be sustained for another hundred years. You smile at one another, both relishing your prize.