Isof quickened her pace, eager to reach the temple. She felt the crisp air of this clear sky morning on the little skin that was left uncovered. Shivers ran down her spine, a mixture of cold and excitement for the ritual she was to take part in today. This year she had volunteered for the first time and despite her anxiety she had been selected. Almost everyone got selected. The only real ground for rejection was suspicion of external pressures as the reason for the candidacy and she had demonstrated how her interest was genuine during the weeks it took to prepare for the ceremony.
She reached the temple when only a few people had gathered, she was expecting a much larger crowd to be there in just a few hours. The building was the same that served as the village main house and the seat of the council, the religious and secular powers not competing for supremacy but working together in the interest of the community. The structure was made of wood, and it was much wider than it was taller, the whole village populattion could easily fit inside. A thatch roof protected those inside from the rain. Even from outside Isof could sense the energy that permeated the place, especially on a day like this.
As Isof walked in she was welcomed by the familiar scent of the Espren incense, a warm feeling quickly started to form in her loins in response to the aphrodisiac mix of spices. To her left was the shrine to Lof and Bur, it formed an arch over a passage to the ritual chamber that they would be using today. Towards the end of the cold season the younger members of the community would get together in order to recreate the union of Lof and Bur that generated the world and thus bring forth the vital energy that would bring lush growth to the land and happiness to those living off it. In ancient times the ritual had only involved two individuals, to be as faithful as possible to the original myth but, as time passed people started to argue that maybe performing more than one ceremony at the time might please the gods. And then that the passive observation from the rest of the pantheon was not as passive so the growing numbers of couples rapidly became a growing number of groups, all engaging at the same time for the glory of the Esper.
Isof observed her surrounding and started to undress, the air around her warmed by a roaring fire in the centre of the room. Only the cleric and Thiop, the only partner she currently had, were in the room. The floor was covered in a moss carpet, soft to the touch and fragrant. She removed her coat and casually left it on a bench near the entrance and as she was removing her trousers Thiop greeted her with a kiss, pushing her off balance with her ankles still trapped. He controlled her fall and gently placed her on the moss, joining her quickly after and reconnecting their lips.
- At least let me get undressed first! Exclaimed Isof laughing and kissing Thiop back.
-There's going to be time for that later, now I just want to hold you. Said he, rolling her on top of him.
They spent a few minutes rolling around and playfighting, Isof's remaining clothes gradually being discarded until they were both naked. The cleric was not paying them much attention, getting the last few details in order for the ceremony and reminiscing of their own time joining in on the ritual for the first time. The couple moved from kissing to heavy petting, their hands exploring each other's body. Isof grabbed Thiop's dick and with a few strokes got it hard, she then whispered in his ear: "I want a taste of you before the ceremony begins. You never know what roles we'll have to play this year". Thiop laid back, closed his eyes, and let Isof's expert hands work their magic on his shaft, soon he could feel her tongue making circles around his glans while a hand was fondling his balls. The warm sensation spread from the tip of his cock through the shaft as Isof took him in her mouth, As his penis reached the back of her mouth Isof paused and at first gently but progressively more firmly bit down on Thiop's dick. Thiop's back arched in pleasure, and he forever thanked Adal for gathering the courage to confess this desire of his to her on a lazy autumn day.
As memories of all their past encounters, wild sensations from their current ones, and expectations for the one they were going to have in just a few hours made Thiop's head float in a whirlpool of pleasure he almost didn't even question it when a new set of lips started kissing his nipples. He opened his eyes and saw Alfen crouching next to him, and all the other participant of the ritual populating the benches around them and giggling. He beckoned Alfen closer and kissed his soft lips, then with a gentle stroke of his hand got Isof's attention. When she realised that the others had arrived she gave one last bite and kiss to Thiop's cock before greeting Alfen with a kiss as well. The three of them stood up and joined their friends at the edges of the room.
Everyone's attention now on the cleric they began covering what was going to happen once the ritual started. The crowd was listening even though they had heard this speech dozens of times in the previous month and they had even done two "trial runs" of the ritual in the last week. They were technically not supposed to, but the temple was often mysteriously left unsupervised at night just before the festival, and the cleric also mysteriously forgot lube, strap-on, and towels laying around the chamber. Despite the change in numbers of the ritual throughout time one thing had always remained constant. Only one person in each group would be chosen to be filled with cum and theirs would be the honour of the lifegiving squirt. Of course, other forms of stimulation were allowed and nowadays actually encouraged.
Since the ritual started to incorporate more and more people, it occurred that some of those who had entered the ritual were gifted with changing genitals, sometimes a cock might turn into a pussy or vice versa, sometimes both sets of genitals would appear. Now, those who whished to increase their chances of a blessing would paint their bodies with runes dedicated to Adal, the ever-changing God and prayed and made offerings in advance. Isof could smell the sweet scent of the wine-based tincture that was used to paint such runes on the bodies of a three of her companions, Alfen included. Listening to the cleric and imagining the orgy to come Isof was shifting on the bench, barely resisting the urge to touch herself, her previous attempt at release having been interrupted. Thiop noticed her hips grinding on the bench and sneakily moved his hand across her butt, groping it and massaging her asshole. As he was about to nudge his index finger in, the cleric finished speaking and addressed the people in the room.
- Any last questions before we let everyone else in and begin?
Nobody replied so the preacher nodded and headed to open the doors to the ritual chamber. As soon as the doors parted the noise to the crowd that had gathered inside filled the room and when they streamed inside the strong aromas of the offerings that they were carrying filled the room. It was almost an overwhelming sensation, only the training they had received during their childhood allowed them to deconstruct the wall of perfume that hit them and pick up each individual note. Most of the rituals in their cult were based on scent as from scent their universe had been created and every member of society had to learn these skill if they wanted to take part in it.
