Gods, what a thrill it was when the temple guards came to tell me that I’d been chosen to be the offering in the spring planting sacrifice!

Ever since I was a little girl and went to my first sacrifice festival, I’ve wished I could be the beautiful young woman lying nude on the altar fucking a high priest – feeling the thrill of knowing she was going to be stabbed to death right as she was coming with him, and then writhing in her screaming orgasm as the priest pumped his cum into her vagina and plunged the knife right through her navel. What an incredible thrill it must be to actually experience the second you’re being stabbed to death as you’re coming in a ritual fertility sacrifice! The unbearable ecstasy she must feel as she experiences the instant of her death...

They took me directly to the high priest’s palace, where a pair of eunuchs ritually bathed me and anointed my breasts and my pussy with a light fragrant oil. They gave me the offering’s traditional last meal – a large portion of a thin cake called a brownie, laden with lots of chocolatl and cannabis and other drugs designed to enhance the pleasure I would feel as I was dying with the priest’s knife in my guts

I felt as if I were in a dream- a dream come true - as I was introduced to the crowd by Five Jaguar, the high priest, standing nude on the portico of his palace. Their cheers for the beauty of the body I was giving to the pleasure of the gods were such a turn-on! I couldn’t help thrusting out my hips and spreading my legs a bit wider for them all to see more of my luxuriant pubic bush, already sopping with my anticipation. And it was such a thrill when he draped the necklace around my neck and adjusted it so the amulet of a miniature gold replica dagger with a ruby at its tip hung even with my nipples, right over my heart.

The turn-on got even more exciting as they paraded me nude through the streets of the city to the amphitheater of holy sacrifice. The crowds lining the streets were so big and their cheers were so enthusiastic as they watched me going to my death! I was so touched by all the little girls running alongside me, strewing flower petals in my path, and telling me they wanted to die like me when they grew up.

We paused for a few moments at the top of the grand stairway down the center aisle of the amphitheater as the last of the paying crowd was seated and they passed out the little cups to catch the men’s seed which would be dribbled in the fields as fertilizer.

The drugs were really kicking in now, and I was getting unbearably horny. I felt my pussy quivering and literally dripping with anticipation of my death-fuck.

We formed-up a little procession then, with an altar girl in front of me and the priest following behind, resplendent in his robe of many brightly colored feathers. The altar girl was a cute little thing, barely past puberty, with perky little upturned tits. She carried the knife in front of her, resting on a richly embroidered pillow. What a beautiful instrument of death it was, with its curved blade designed to maximize the sensation I would feel as it was being thrust into my guts and its richly jeweled handle. Her assistance at my death marked her debut as the designated virgin sacrifice at the spring equinox. My only regret was that I wouldn’t be around to see her beautiful young female body writhing in the one and only orgasm of her whole short life.

As we began our slow, formal procession down the steps, the whole crowd rose to their feet and turned to face me, applauding enthusiastically as they savored the beauty of my body. How I savored each step down that stairway toward my death on the altar!

Standing there at the edge of the altar platform facing them and acknowledging their applause, I felt so totally, radiantly beautiful. I couldn’t help but spread my legs wider and thrust out my hips a bit more to give them all a better view of my quivering, sopping pussy, nestled in my long, thick, tangled wet pubic hair. I threw out my chest and invited them all to caress my breasts with their eyes.

Gods, how I loved seeing them all fucking me with their eyes! Every man in the audience pulled out his cock now and began masturbating, wishing he could trade places with the priest. And every woman squatted down a little and spread her legs, thrusting two or three fingers up into her vagina, wishing she could trade places with me.

I turned and watched as the altar girl assisted the priest in removing his cloak. I nearly went into a swoon as I gazed at the pure beauty of his long upright cock. Gods, how I wanted to die now with that cock erupting inside me and my belly being penetrated by the knife!

I was dying already as he took me by the hand and led me gently to the altar. I lay back and spread my legs wide so he could secure my ankles with the straps. Then I extended my arms up over my head for the altar girl to secure my wrists.

She lifted the knife from where it lay on the pillow at the back edge of the altar and laid it beside my left breast, where it would be within easy reach of the priest when it came time for him to stab me to death. Then she laid the pillow under my head, so I would be able to see the knife standing through the middle of my belly and my blood pouring out around it as I writhed in my death orgasm without the effort of having to raise my neck.

I stared up into a bright blue sky and bathed in the sheer beauty of the moment as I awaited the fuck to end all fucks. Maybe it was the effect of the drugs, but I had a wonderful vision then. I saw all the beautiful girls who’ve experienced this orgasm before me through the ages – their naked bodies all writhing simultaneously in screaming ecstasy as the priests pumped their cum inside them and plunged their knives right through their bellies. They formed a big circle around the altar platform and did an obscene dance. Each one held the fingers of one hand wrapped around the handle of the knife that was buried in her navel nearly up to the hilt. Torrents of blood were streaming down their bellies and coursing all through their pubic thatch before they split into separate streams running down the insides of their thighs.. They each inserted two or three bloody fingers of the other hand into their vaginas and masturbated to death. They sang to me so alluringly, beckoning me to join their exclusive sisterhood of eternal orgasm with the gods.

The priest climbed onto the altar now, ready to mount me in my death-fuck. He was wearing a blood-red mask, an effigy of the god in whose name he was about to fuck me to death.

He said it would be good if I vocalized throughout my death-fuck – that the gods enjoy hearing of the pleasure the offering is having as she is going to her death for their pleasure. He said I should scream as loud as I wanted to as he was plunging the knife through my belly – that there is no sound in the world more beautiful than the scream of the offering at the moment she’s being stabbed to death. And that I should writhe as violently as I wanted to throughout the ecstasy of my death agony – that there is nothing in the world more beautiful than the sight of a beautiful young woman’s body in the throes of a bloody, violent death.

I stared up into his eyes and surrendered totally to the god for whom he was the proxy. Gods, the orgasm I knew I was about to experience!

I closed my eyes for a moment and took a deep breath and just bathed in the total beauty I was experiencing as I felt his cock entering my vagina. This is my death-fuck, I realized – the fuck of every woman in the empire’s most erotic dreams!

I was so wet I practically sucked him up inside me. He extended his organ at full length and just held it there for a moment as we both savored the sensations of my vagina convulsing in ecstasy around him.

And then he started thrusting – so very slowly at first.

I started vocalizing loudly almost immediately – I just couldn’t help it. Gods, the beauty of being fucked to death on an altar in front of thousands of worshippers all masturbating as they witnessed my death!

I was on my way toward my first explosive orgasm within just a few strokes, it seemed. From there on, it was all just one long rollercoaster ride, where I seemed to go from the peak of one shattering orgasm right into the beginning of a long steady climb to the next. I soon lost count of the orgasms I was having. The priest’s years of training enabled him to play my body like a musical instrument, modulating his pace so that he never lost control of himself.

A couple of times I did think he was about to lose it and I braced for the thrill of being stabbed to death. But he caught himself just in time. And the unresolved tension of that moment only made my next orgasm even more explosive that the last.

Finally he saw that I just couldn’t take it anymore. He started thrusting harder and faster, and I knew that my next orgasm would be my last.

As he raised the knife over my belly and started spewing cum inside me, I instinctively arched my back in an effort to narrow the distance between the blade and my flesh.

OH GODS! The pure, total orgasm of being stabbed to death as I was coming in that sacrifice! It was more than I could comprehend – more than any woman could ever comprehend.

I screamed at the top of my lungs and threw myself into the total ecstasy of my death agony.

The pain – the pain was so unbearably beautiful. It felt like the blade was white hot all the way through my belly.

And yet it actually wasn’t painful at all. The whole concept of pain was simply obliterated from my brain by the drugs and by the pure thrill I was experiencing.

The orgasm just seemed to go on and on forever. DEATH! Oh gods, the thrill of going through death in a human sacrifice…! It was all just so unbearably beautiful.

At last the priest was drained. I knew he wanted to collapse on top of me and die with me, but that wasn’t part of the protocol. With heroic effort, he withdrew his wet, shrunken, exhausted organ from me and knelt between my legs so the audience could have an unobstructed view of my body in my death orgasm. We stared into each other’s eyes as he watched me die.

I knew there were thousands of orgasms all going on simultaneously throughout the amphitheater as the worshippers all reached their masturbatory climaxes as they also watched me die.

There was nothing more I could do now except surrender to the ultimate orgasm. The beauty of feeling my body dying…! I was dying! The blood, the pain, the thrill…

I sensed darkness gently engulfing me… the pain going away… my body falling into total relaxation.

I tried to focus all my fading consciousness on being aware of the instant of my death.

Oh gods! OH GODS! The pure thrill as I sensed I was experiencing the instant

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Edited by Lighthands, 2 year(s) ago

I've moved this story from another group in order to help this group get off to a good start.

Praise be to the gods!

Really good, Lighthands. Thanks!

Hi, Lighthands, you know very well how to describe the beauty of Death! It's no rare that all the little girls running alongside you told you they wanted to die like you when they grew up!

Thank you for sharing your art and fantasies here.
Kisses,
Sandra

Nice, Lighthands. I guess, this piece passes for the short version of late Kimnikki's story The Journal. Nevertheless, it is beautifully worked out. Thanks for sharing.

greetings
Hadrian

Totally fantastic

kate

Glad you enjoyed it.

thanks very much indeed
had nme wet

mmmm ... nice ... now about that little Equinox girl ...