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Emissary to the Gods
by Alex Hawk (alexhawk@operamail.com)

***

To save the Kingdom from drought, a young prince must 
be sacrificed to make an appeal to the gods. (mf-
yteens, inc, 1st, oral, sn, nec, fantasy)

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The Golden Ball of Usan Maragek, Creator of the 
Infinite and Supreme God of the Land Between the 
Rivers, was settling slowly into the western sky. Soon 
Ensa Hagek, the night goddess, would shine her 
brilliant white eye, almost fully open at this time of 
the month, down onto the world.

For me it was a wonderful time. I was the thirteenth 
son, out of seventeen total children, of the great and 
mighty King Garurek-Shesh, master of the mortal realm 
that lay between the rivers Tarsee and Eraskee. I could 
look forward to a life of privilege. I would fight 
along side the men of the kingdom against our enemies. 
I would marry a comely girl. I would have many children 
and a palace of my own.

The gods, however, had other ideas.

My father had ordered me into his presence just as the 
sun began to set. I seldom was in the same room as him, 
and was pleased that I'd be able to see him again. I 
wondered what was going on, and why he wanted to see 
me. I was still young. Only thirteen years of age. I 
hadn't done anything important yet. Why would he want 
to see me?

When I got to the Throne Room a eunuch went in to 
announce my arrival. As the doors opened, I dropped 
down and crawled into the room, throwing myself 
completely flat onto the ground when I reached the 
throne itself.

"Great King Garurek-Shesh. Mighty ruler Garurek-Shesh. 
Great master of the land Garurek-Shesh. I, your humble, 
worthless son, am here as you bid."

"Arise, Kolisharu, and gaze unto the face of your 
father," came the great rumbling voice.

I stood and looked upon my father. He was a strong, 
powerful man of some fifty years. His hair was going to 
grey and he had a bit of a squint, but I still knew he 
was stronger than any other man in the kingdom. How 
could it be otherwise, when the gods placed him on the 
throne?

Standing near my father was Tolakhos, the aged high 
priest. He'd served my father loyally for years. It 
wasn't totally unusual to see them together, but I did 
wonder why he was here.

"My son," my father began. "You are aware of the 
drought."

"Yes, great king," I replied. For the last two years 
the annual inundations of the rivers hadn't been what 
they normally were. To make matters worse, the rains 
that usually soaked our land had been less than a third 
of their normal volume. Crops were failing and we were 
having to spend more and more of our wealth to bring 
food in from other kingdoms.

"This is not a satisfactory situation," my father 
continued. "I have instructed Tolakhos to work night 
and day in an attempt to intercede with the gods on our 
behalf. After working, talking, praying and sacrificing 
he has not yet produced the water we so desperately 
need."

"My failure does not reflect on the wisdom of the 
king," Tolakhos put in quickly. "But rather on myself 
for my lack of piety."

"Indeed," Garurek-Shesh said with a nod. There could be 
no other reason, after all. "At any rate, Tolakhos has 
suggested one final idea. One last way for us to 
contact the gods and beg them for what we need. A way 
that involves you."

My chest swelling with pride, I said, "I live only to 
serve you and the kingdom, sire. Please tell me what I 
might do to help in this dark time."

"Tolakhos has determined that it is necessary to send 
an emissary to the gods. Someone of the royal blood. I 
have decided that you will be my agent in this. You 
will, the dawn after the next, go to the top of the 
Great Ziggurat and be sent into the next world that you 
might speak with Ensa Husapeki, appealing to her as the 
goddess of agriculture to help us in our time of need."

I dropped to my knees, overwhelmed by the honor my 
father was suggesting. "You... my lord... my king... my 
father... you would do me the honor of sending me to 
the gods?"

"I will."

I darted forward and kissed my father's toes. "Oh, 
Great King! Oh, Wise King! I am a mere insect under 
your sandal and not deserving of such a great honor as 
this!"

My father rose and put his hand under my chin, lifting 
my face up to look at him. He smiled down at me. "You 
are, my son. You have not yet killed a man. You have 
not yet fought in any battles. You have not yet made 
your First Tribute to Usa Haragri. You have not yet 
done anything worthy of a great poem. But you shall. 
You shall in this turn your name into one that shall 
live forever." He slammed his staff onto the floor. "So 
I, King Garurek-Shesh command!"

"Thank you, father. Thank you," I whispered, feeling 
tears pour from my eyes. "I will not let you down. I 
WILL NOT. I will speak with the gods. I will get us the 
water we need."

"Thank you, my son." He put his hand on the top of my 
head. "You shall take with you into the next life your 
sister, Parathaea. She has much of her mother in her 
and will be of great assistance to you in the land of 
the gods."

"Thank you, my father. My king. My lord."

"Now go with Tolakhos, that he might inform you of 
everything you need to know before your journey to see 
the gods."

"Yes, father. Thank you, father." Tolakhos helped me to 
my feet and we made our way out of the Throne Room and 
into the hall.

"You are greatly honored, Kolisharu," Tolakhos said.

"I know this. My father... I cannot believe he will 
allow me to be the one!"

Tolakhos smiled. "He has great faith in you."

As we walked through the palace, Tolakhos explained to 
me what would happen in the next couple days.

"First," he began. "You and your sister Parathaea will 
be married tomorrow at dawn. After the ceremony you 
shall go to the Marriage Room, lay her down on the 
Blessed Sheet of the fertility goddess, Ensa Ilahumek, 
and make your First Tribute to our fertility god, Usa 
Haragir. Your sister in turn shall make her First 
Tribute to Ensa Ilahumek."

"Alright," I said with a nod.

"When your Soldier has breached her Gate for the time," 
he continued, "there shall be blood. That blood shall 
stain the sheet. After you are finished with your First 
Tribute, you shall bring the sheet out to the balcony, 
that it may be shown to all so that they may seen that 
the Tributes are done."

I said nothing, but merely nodded again. I wondered 
what the First Tribute would be like. Everyone said 
making Tributes to the god and goddess was a wonderful, 
amazing thing. I couldn't wait to experience it!

Tolakhos and I turned a corner and kept walking. "After 
that is done, you two shall remain sequestered in the 
Marriage Room for the remainder of the day. You will 
probably spend most of this time in Tribute to the 
Deities. Then when the Eye of Ensa Hagek has reached 
its highest point in the sky, you shall use a knife to 
send your sister-wife into the next world."

I nodded again, uncertain what to say to that.

"I know it sounds difficult, but it really isn't," 
Tolakhos said. "All you do is take the knife and plunge 
it hard into her chest. Right in the middle." He placed 
his hand on my own bare chest. Like most every boy in 
the Kingdom, I was nude more often than not. "Right 
here. Drive it in as hard as you can and you can send 
her into the next world with little pain."

"Is that how you'll be sending me?" I asked.

Tolakhos shook his head. "We do it differently in your 
case. We shall place you on the altar on the top of the 
Great Ziggurat. Then I remove your heart and your 
essence goes to the gods."

"I can't wait," I said with a smile.

Tolakhos smiled in return. "To be an emissary to the 
gods is a great honor." He continued to walk and talk. 
"After you have sent your sister ahead, you must inform 
me. I shall be waiting outside the door. Then some time 
later, I shall have you make one last Tribute with her. 
Your essence being left in her body at that point shall 
make sure that, rather than simply going to the next 
life, she accompanies you on your mission to the gods."

"Alright."

"Now!" Tolakhos said, clapping his hands together. 
"Let's go to the Temple and get you ready for 
tomorrow."

* * *

The marriage ceremony was long and dull. Frankly, it 
threatened to put me to sleep. If it weren't for the 
fact that I knew I'd be among the gods soon, it would 
have. I sneaked a quick glance towards my soon-to-be 
bride.

Parathaea was glad in a small white kilt that exposed 
her breasts, such as they were. The blessings of Ensa 
Ilahumek had not yet began to firmly take hold. Her 
chest was just slightly puffed out, but not fully grown 
yet.

Likewise, I stood wearing a similar kilt that showed 
what little body development I'd gone through. I'd 
started to get the blessings of Usa Haragir, so I'd 
developed a small amount of hair where there'd been 
none before and at night, when I pleasured myself, the 
essence of Usa Haragir, that which would join with the 
essence of Ensa Ilahumek in order to make a child, had 
began to flow.

We stood there while Tolakhos performed the ceremony. 
There weren't many people around. Only our parents, 
some of the dignitaries of the government and the 
priests. Always there were priests.

The ceremony went on for more than an hour. Mostly it 
consisted of Tolakhos asking each individual god to 
give his or her blessings upon our union. I thought it 
was pretty boring, but given that in about a day I'd be 
with these gods, I guessed it was probably acceptable.

"Finally," Tolakhos droned, "I call upon Rash-Hataar, 
the Fire God left to us by the Kammerians, to give his 
blessing upon this union and make it good in the eyes 
of our lords."

As a group we all turned towards the fire that was 
burning on the altar. We'd fought a great war with the 
Kammerians a century ago. As part of the peace, we'd 
given them our fire god, Ensa Garaguk, and received 
their fire god, Rash-Hataar. No one knew what the gods 
thought of this, but since we were all still alive, 
they probably approved.

The fire, which had been burning low, flared up into 
life, and it seemed that a face appeared in the flames. 
A great mouth opened, and in our heads the words echoed 
forth.

:IT IS SO!:

And the fire died completely.

Tolakhos bowed with great respect towards the last 
wisps of smoke, and then turned towards my father.

"With the final blessing of the King, I shall confirm 
this union."

King Garurek-Shesh slammed his spear upon the ground 
and said, "My will be done!"

"Then I hereby pronounce you husband and wife, brother 
and sister, children of the King and emissaries to the 
gods. May it be good."

"May it be good!" echoed the crowed.

My sister and I turned towards each other. We hadn't 
seen much of each other during the last year or so. 
Normally when the fertility deities start to grant 
their blessings, boys and girls are separated. She 
smiled shyly at me, and I leaned forward to kiss her as 
I was meant to. A great cheer went up from the 
assembled mass.

I took my sister's hand and guided her towards the 
marriage suite, where she would spend the rest of her 
mortal life and I would spend most of the rest of mine. 
The guests of the wedding followed after us, cheering, 
laughing and shouting advice to us. Once we were inside 
the room, I drew back the heavy curtain, closing us off 
from everyone outside, and then stood there, looking 
around.

It was a lavishly furnished room. There were two 
comfortable looking benches with furs covering them, a 
large fire pit, a selection of food on a table, and a 
very large bed. According to tradition it would be 
stuffed with straw from the most recent harvest. Much 
more comfortable than a stone slab with a blanket 
covering it.

And on the bed, laying there for Parathaea and I to 
see, was a big, pure white, sheet.

I looked at she who was my sister and was now also my 
wife. "Well..." I swallowed a little, feeling nervous 
about making my first Tribute. "Let's get started."

"Alright," Parathaea said as she removed her kilt and 
climbed up onto the bed. "Have you made Tribute before, 
Kolisharu?"

"No."

"Nor have I. I hear it's pretty easy, though."

"It should be," I said as I tossed my kilt aside. 
"Tolakhos gave me some advice on how best to do it."

Following said advice, I got between my sister's legs 
and looked at what was splayed out before me. I'd never 
seen the Gates of Ensa Ilahumek up close before. She 
still had no hair down there, which I knew girls got 
once the goddess had blessed them. Still, it was enough 
to make my warrior stand at attention. There was a 
small jar of oil next to the bed. I dipped my fingers 
into it and rubbed it all over my Soldier of Usa 
Haragir. Then I took some more and rubbed it into my 
sister's Gate. The feeling of her skin around my finger 
as I did so was wonderful! I couldn't wait to be inside 
her.

I wiped my fingers on the edge of the sheet and 
positioned myself over my sister, touching my Soldier 
to her Gate. I looked into her eyes.

"Are you ready?"

She closed her eyes and nodded.

I pressed the helmet of my warrior up to the entrance 
to Parathaea's gate. When I was certain that I was in 
the right place, I gave a little push and was rewarded 
with a wonderful sensation as the first part of me 
entered her.

Then I hit the Gate itself, the blockage that I knew to 
expect. Like any good commander I knew that the only 
way to take down a locked gate was with a good 
battering ram, so I pulled back, took a deep breath, 
and pushed forward with all my might. Parathaea let out 
a quiet scream as I broke into her passage.

I gave a couple more pushes to make sure that I was 
completely embedded within her. As I felt my body 
contact her I knew that my thirteen-year-old penis was 
buried inside my sister's twelve-year-old vagina. I was 
inside her. We were united. There was no turning back 
now.

Ignoring the little whimpers of discomfort that were 
coming from my sister, I started thrusting, sliding my 
Soldier around inside her Gate like I was meant to. I 
had never known such pleasure, such bliss! It was no 
wonder that making Tribute was supposed to be one of 
the best things in the world! A true gift from the 
gods. I'd have to make sure to thank them when I met 
them tomorrow.

As I continued to make Tribute with my sister, her 
moans of pain began to turn more into sounds of 
pleasure. This was good. After all, a gift like this 
from the gods was meant to be enjoyed by men and women 
both.

Finally my thrusting reached its crescendo. I pushed 
harder and faster into my little sister's body, feeling 
the best sensations of my life. Then I started to grunt 
and moan as deep within her my Soldier completed his 
duty, spurting out my Essence of Usa Haragir. When I 
was emptied, I laid on top of her, breathing hard.

I'd entered my sister's body as a boy. But now as I 
pulled out of her, I was a man.

Looking down I could see some blood between her legs. I 
smiled. My Soldier, like any good warrior, had been 
bloodied in combat. Thankfully some of it got onto the 
white sheet. I got to my feet, my sister along with me, 
and took it to the balcony. I pulled the curtain aside 
and my sister and I stood there, gloriously nude, blood 
still dripping down her leg. I unfurled the sheet and 
the crowd bellow let out a loud cheer. We'd done our 
jobs well.

From the other side of the curtain, I heard the sound 
of Tolakhos calling me. I walked over to there, 
bringing the sheet with me.

"You have done well, Kolisharu," the old priest said.

"Thank you." I passed him the bloodied sheet. He handed 
me a new one and a very sharp knife.

"Us the knife when the Eye of Ensa Hagek shines through 
the portal above."

"I will. Thank you."

"Enjoy the rest of your night with your sister-wife."

I closed the curtain there and the one at the balcony 
and walked to where Parathaea was sitting. She was down 
on the floor, an old bit of cloth held between her 
legs.

"Has the blood stopped?"

"Yes, Kolisharu."

I crouched down next to her. "I'm sorry it had to 
hurt."

She shrugged. "It's what Ensa Ilahumek, in her wisdom, 
has decreed." A little fire flashed in my sister's 
eyes. "Remind me to ask her about that when we see 
her."

I laughed. "I shall. Now bring me something to drink 
and something to eat."

"Yes, my husband."

Parathaea brought me some beer and some bread. I ate 
and drank and then shared some of it with her. Then she 
began to place the new sheet onto the bed. While she 
did, I looked her nude body over and noticed how 
beautiful she was. This made my Soldier stand at 
attention.

"I want to make Tribute again," I announced.

"Alright." Parathaea laid down on the bed and spread 
her legs once more.

I got on top of my sister and entered her body once 
more, savoring the warm sensation of her Gate welcoming 
my Soldier. As I began to thrust, I kissed her on the 
mouth and on the breasts, both of which she seemed to 
enjoy. She put her hands onto my hips and then moved 
them onto my buttocks as I kept moving within her. I 
was happy I was making her feel good again.

Parathaea and I made Tribute with each other eight 
times during the next several hours. She showed me what 
it was like with her on top and with her down on all 
knees with me entering her from behind. I was happy and 
content and in no hurry at all to change this happy 
state of affairs.

But then, late that night, we were both looking up at 
the hole in the top of the room as the Eye of Ensa 
Hagek started to shine into the room. I looked at 
Parathaea.

"It is time, my sister. It is time, my wife."

"Very well." She moved over and laid down on the bed, 
straw crumpling under her wonderful naked body. "I 
shall see you in the next world, my brother. I cannot 
wait to be with you again, my husband."

I moved over towards my sister and stood by the bed. I 
brushed some hair back from her face and gave her a 
little kiss. Then I placed the knife between her 
breasts. I pulled the knife back, whispered a prayer, 
and with all my strength I stabbed the knife down into 
Parathaea's body, feeling the skin, the blood, the 
bones, the muscles, everything moving aside to 
accommodate my thrusting bit of metal.

I kept my hand on the knife and looked into my sister's 
eyes. She opened her mouth, turned her head towards me, 
tired to say something, and then went into the next 
word. I kept the knife inside her body as I counted to 
ninety-nine, the sacred number. Then I pulled the blade 
out, happy to see no real blood flow. That done, I 
walked over to the curtain and pulled it aside, not 
surprised to see Tolakhos standing there.

"It is done," I said, handing him the knife.

He came into the room and examined my sister's body. I 
felt a vague surge of jealous as he probed around, 
looking for any signs of life. When he saw none, he 
stood up with a satisfied grunt.

"You will make Tribute with her one last time, just 
before dawn. Then you shall be taken from here and you 
will be sent to join her."

I smiled. "I look forward to the honor."

Tolakhos smiled in turn. "Spend the rest of your time 
in prayer, Kolisharu. I shall fetch you at dawn."

"Yes, Tolakhos."

The priest left and I moved to the center of the room. 
I ate some of the food, drank some of the beer and then 
sat down to pray to the gods that I would soon be 
standing along side of. I wondered if my sister had 
felt any pain when I'd plunged the knife into her. I 
wondered if I'd feel any pain when Tolakhos cut out my 
heart. I shrugged. It didn't matter. The pain was 
temporary. The honor of saving my people would echo for 
eternity.

Shortly before dawn, I rose and moved towards the bed 
where I mounted my sister's lifeless body. She felt 
cold as I entered her. It wasn't a bad sensation, just 
a little odd. I thrust into her with growing pleasure, 
certain that I was ensuring her place next to me with 
the gods. Then, at last, with a gasp of happiness, I 
released my essence into her.

When I was finished, I walked to the curtain and pulled 
it aside one last time. Tolakhos was waiting, flanked 
by three other priests.

"I am ready," I said.

Tolakhos nodded and took me gently by the arm. He led 
me from the room, out into the rest of the palace and 
down to the streets. A chariot was waiting with my 
father inside. I joined him in the chariot and we rode 
past cheering crowds towards the Great Ziggurat.

When we got there, I joined a great procession to the 
top. It took quite a while. Once we'd climbed all the 
stairs my father, Tolakhos and I stood and waved to the 
cheering masses. They knew my mission and approved.

That done, I went and laid down on the altar, ready to 
experience the bliss of being with the gods. I stared 
up at the Golden Ball of Usan Maragek, eager to be in 
his presence. I thought about the Tributes I'd made 
with my sister and was happy to know that I'd be able 
to do more of that soon.

Tolakhos stood over me, knife in hand, the same knife 
I'd used with my sister, and intoned a series of sacred 
oaths and prayers. He lifted the knife high and then 
plunged it down into my body. There was pain. Intense 
pain. But it didn't seem to matter. I could feel the 
knife moving within my body, cutting, slicing. Then 
Tolakhos reached down and pulled out something. He held 
it on high. My heart.

My vision began to fade. I knew I was passing into the 
next world, into the realm of the gods. But before my 
vision went completely dark, I saw clouds, great, 
powerful clouds, appear in the sky. They swirled and 
flowed over the Great Ziggurat. Then I felt little 
spatters of water dropping onto my face and my cut-open 
body.

Rain.

From down bellow I heard the cheers of crowds growing 
fainter and fainter in my ears. My vision faded 
completely and I closed my eyes, knowing that soon I'd 
reopen them and stand before my gods, my sister, and my 
ancestors, having done my duty to my people.

END

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk. If you copy this, may Usa 
Batek, god of frogs, lay a thousand eggs within your 
stomach!

Yeah, this is a weird one. It's actually set in a very 
early version of a fantasy realm I write mainstream 
fantasy fiction in. This, obviously, would be something 
of a Babylonian-Summerian kind of time period. I know 
it's not really a sex story, per se, but I wanted to 
write it, so I did, so deal.

I'm getting a website set up on asstr.org. I'll make 
sure to keep publishing with Kristen, but I'll also be 
putting up special stories and things on my own site 
(like a guide on how to seduce your sibling). There 
will also be other things on the site. I'm planning of 
setting up my own site off of asstr.org as well. I 
don't know yet what it'll be called or anything, but it 
should be nice.

As usual, I'm still hoping to hear from people who want 
to tell me about how they lost their virginities or 
stories about consensual incest. For other reasons, I'm 
wanting to hear from anyone who is currently involved 
in a sexual relationship with their sibling, or even 
just people who WANT to be.

I'd also love to see pictures of cute boys or girls 
(naked is fine, but they have to be legal, so no sex). 
And I'd LOVE to see CGI pictures or drawings of what 
you artist types out there think the characters in my 
stories look like. The best ones will be put up on the 
site!

Lastly, if anyone knows of any sites that feature CGI 
pics or drawings with content along the lines of the 
stories I like (places like actualincest.com), then 
please email me to let me know!

That's all for now. I hope to hear from you folks soon 
about this story! If you wanna write to me you can do 
so at alexhawk@operamail.com . You can also request my 
FAQ about me and if you want to send me pics or 
drawings, do it there. I love to hear from fans!

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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