GAELDER.TXT - M/?, NC, Man/God-like being - June 7, 2003

An 'Elder' is picky about it's sacrifice  
By SwampRat  
(cl) 2000 Gay Furry Association 
 
The robed ones dragged the unwilling and very naked creature between them, finally stopping long enough to subdue the sacrifice, then continuing to the altar. There they made their obescences, and making sure the offering was tied, ran for it. The torchlights flickered across bare human skin, a whimper coming from the bruised mouth, sweating despite the cold air. The torches dimmed as a long worm-like appendage slid up from the large stone well in the center of the room, questing for what it knew was there... Then found it! 
 
The tentacle slid across bare flesh, almost hungrily.. until it met with the thatch of hair between the girl's legs. It probed, getting a soft moan in return... Then curled up into a '?' before probing again.. This time the moan was louder and the tentacle shot upright like a '!' before disappearing rapidly - But not before wiping itself well on the stone sides of it's home. 
 
That night the town rocked and the earth rumbled at the displeasure of the Elder underneath. The priests ran to the altar, panicked.. To find the Girl pretty much untouched and all the fires an angry red. 
 
"It does not like the sacrifice!" 
 
"But all the books and scrolls say to sacrifice a virgin to the Elders every 3rd Moon.. Or was it the 4th moon?" 
 
While they bickered, more tentacles came from the pit, snapping the girl's bonds like twine.. They flung her off the stone slab right into the huddled priests who shrieked in surprise. 
 
"He Definitely doesn't want This One." 
 
They huddled around, mumbling to themselves.. This was Bad. Very Bad. They had to find out what the Elder wanted.. and fast! It did no good to grumble about it awakening Now, instead of a few hundred years later so Someone Else would have to worry about it, it was awake. And Hungry. And if they didn't feed it, it would turn their entire town to rubble, Stop all the clocks, make the cows give sour milk.. And in general make a Mess of things! 
 
They were still trying to decide what to do when one of the acolytes who was young and foolish enough to want to see what an Elder looked like First Hand, stepped to the well's Rim... And was immediately grabbed, plucked of his robe, and engulfed. His shriek stopped all conversation and the others gathered round the pit.. To have the robe flung up with a sign on it - 'Come back in a week.' 
 
They hastened out of the temple, the moans and screams giving even the oldest foot enough spring to Run For It. 
 
* * * * 
 
A week had elapsed and the priests poked their noses into the Temple again.. To find the acolyte alive, if covered in sucker marks, and welts, drained of everything but breath.. A healing potion brought him round enough to groan and gasp out, "The Elder prefer's Men." 
 
This started another lively discussion about where to obtain virgin boys, If any of the books made mention of this particular vice among the Elder races.. Which abruptly ended when the temple shuddered again. They immediately ran to the Well - where 8 tentacles awaited them. As the priests were 8 in number, they all gasped, then howled as robes were ripped open and suckers attached themselves to scrotums. 
 
As one, they gritted their teeth and circle-jerked over the abomination who didn't let them go until it had All the semen they could manage. Then it spanked their butts and left them all gasping.. And so once a week the Priests either find a 'volunteer' or themselves sacrifice their seed to the creature.. For ten long years.

On the day of the eleventh, they entered the place to find the Elder gone.. Oh Happy Day! They celebrated and danced, and made Sure to put in the scrolls what they had to do... Just in case.

The End... ?