This one is a little different, but incorporates some of my usual themes. (SPH, Bisexuality). There is a little bit of humor too. I hope you enjoy it. I love comments!
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I stood in a small room to the side of the altar. From my vantage, I could see and hear the High Priestess. The fabric of the fine white robe felt cool and smooth against my skin. When I peeked out a little further, I could see the congregation. Every seat was occupied, as one would expect on a high occasion like the Spring Offering. Spring was the time for our fertility rite in which the females would be impregnated. The males and females of our society enjoyed sex immensely and engaged in it frequently and publicly. We do not choose lifetime mates in our tribe, so males and females may have sex with whomever they choose. We respond to the other gender's pheromones, which are secreted when we see someone we are attracted to and have some time to copulate.
Although we fuck often, our females can only become pregnant when they receive both the seed of one of our males and the seed of our God Demius, who materializes in the spring to receive his offering and so his people may reproduce. Each spring an offering is made to Demius. This year, I was to be the offering. We are not a society that engages in sacrificing our people to our God. The chosen one is offered to Demius in a different way.
Two attendants came up behind me. They smiled at me.
"You must be so very excited!" the one on my left said and took my hand.
The other one took my right hand and the two of them led me out onto the altar. The fresh air felt pleasant and smelled of spring blossoms. The bright sun hurt my eyes at first, but when my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see the congregation. I could recognize several of the people in the crowd, men I had gone to school with, cousins, my mother who was beaming with pride. They all sat on the stone benches of the amphitheater in front of the Temple. The attendants led me to the High Priestess and left me there before returning to the interior of the Temple.
I knelt next to the High Priestess and kissed the hem of her garment. She placed her hand on the top of my head and addressed the congregation.
"We gather today as we have since time before memory to give our humble offering to our God, Demius and to receive his seed so we may procreate and preserve and expand our line. In our Demian culture, each has his or her place and duty. We must hunt and farm to feed ourselves, we must raise our children, we must maintain the Temple, we must educate our offspring and we must learn and invent for the betterment of our people and we each must give and receive carnal pleasure with the other members of our tribe. These tasks are all that is required of us," she told the community.
She went on, "There are always a few males in our midst who do not contribute. It is not that they do not want to work for all of us as we do for them. It is simply that they cannot. It is from these males that we select our offering. The male kneeling here is known to many of you. His name is Iva Littleshaft. Iva has tried in vain to contribute to the group. He has tried to be a hunter, but when he has gone out to hunt he has become lost in the forest and rescue parties were required to bring him home. He has never successfully killed game. When Iva Littleshaft tried to farm, his farm produced less than one container of wheat from a plot of land that could have produced over 200 containers. Can Iva teach our children? He cannot. He seems to possess less knowledge than the children he would teach. Has he invented or repaired anything? He is just not clever enough for that. Has he provided sexual pleasure to the females of our society? He has not. His underdeveloped phallus, his diminutive stature and his physical weakness have prevented any of our females becoming aroused by him. He has attended the Spring Offering festival for eight consecutive years. In that time none, of the females have chosen him to reproduce with."
She looked at me and said, "Iva, you may rise."
I stood in front of the congregation. The two attendants who led me onto the altar earlier reappeared. One stood in front of me and untied the sash of my ceremonial robe. The other stood behind me and slipped the robe off my shoulders. I stood naked in front of the entire community.
"Sisters and brothers, look upon Iva Littleshaft. He has never participated in recreational copulation, the main pleasure granted to us by Demius. He has never triggered the release of female pheromones. Why would he? Our females respond to masculinity. Iva's short stature, his underdeveloped muscles and his dull expression could not trigger arousal in any of our kind. If Iva Littleshaft had been endowed with a large phallus he would have been chosen by some female, despite his other shortcomings, especially if no other males were present. As you can see, he is not so endowed. Many females have refused him even if no other males were at hand, choosing, instead, to pair with other females." The High Priestess told her people.
"Although this male lacks the physical strength of the other males and has minimal intelligence and cannot give pleasure to the females, there is still a role for him. By offering him to Demius we will ensure our future. Iva Littleshaft will be revered by future generations! Let the ceremony begin," she proclaimed.
In unison, the congregation chanted, "Hail Iva Littleshaft! Hail Iva Littleshaft!"
The attendants led me to a spot on the altar, close to the congregation and had me kneel facing away from the congregation. The High Priestess stood in front of me, with her back to the congregation as well. She began the incantations that would summon our God. Her words were in the tongue of the priestesses and known only to them and to Demius. I, of course, could understand none of it except, I did make out the word Demius a few times. She chanted loudly and spoke. At times her speech was low, almost a whisper. At other times, so loud, that it hurt to hear it. She went on for several minutes.
With the last loud phrase, she extended her arms, apparently imploring Demius to materialize. A dim floating light appeared on the altar in front of the Priestess. It grew brighter and larger, finally growing twice as tall as the High Priestess and too bright to look at. At once there was a loud booming sound and the light shattered as if it were glass. Pieces of it fell to the floor and immediately seemed to melt and disappear as a vapor.
Standing before the High Priestess was a being in the form of one of our people, but twice the height of a normal person. He was naked. His body was perfectly proportioned, muscular and graceful at the same time. His hair looked as if it were made of strands of gold and his eyes were icy blue. Demius wore neither a smile nor a frown, yet one could not help but feel loved by him. While it was hard for the people to take their eyes off his face, it was equally hard to take one's eyes off his penis.
Demius' penis was about the same diameter as his ankle. It hung about half-way from his knee to his ankle, and swayed slightly with his breathing in its flaccid state. I was filled with fear and awe when I looked at it. Its head was about the size of a grapefruit.
The High Priestess faced Demius and again spoke in their mysterious language. I heard my name uttered with the strange accent she used. Suddenly, I heard a voice in my head. It was the most comforting voice I could possibly imagine. The voice was translating the conversation between God and Priestess. I heard her offer me to him and explain why I was a good candidate to become the offering. He looked at me for a moment and said, "Let him demonstrate his love for me and I will accept him."
The soothing voice in my head said, "Come, Iva Littleshaft. Fall to your knees and offer yourself to me. If you demonstrate you are sincere I will allow your people to multiply this year and you will go down in history as a hero to your community. I can feel your love, show it to me and your people."