Thread by @keirafterdark

pt 1 of Lance's kinktober journey; we'll see how far he gets this year 😂 fiest part is #shance 😘

Lance trembled w excitement. He never believed you could do that before, but he felt like all the energy of a great volcano was barely contained beneath his skin, waiting to burst.

The other acolytes were adorning him w his finery, which was to say jewelry w dazzling gems and nothing else. He must be presented naked, unfettered by the human convention of clothing.

He was the chosen one, and would act as the manifestation of his patron goddess in the flesh.

Not only that, but he had been handpicked by the rising Emperor himself. Lance could barely keep that day from his mind in the month since, feeling a warm flush at the thought. He had been tending the water pools and chanced to look up into dark eyes.

The Emperor was gorgeous.

His muscular arms and legs were on display, his skin already glowing w a light sheen of sweat, the summer heat having begun early this year. Lance had nearly fallen into the pool he was so instantly distracted. It seemed like the man had paused just a while, eyes lingering.

Then it was over, the high priest guiding him into the sanctum and the moment was over, especially when another acolyte had splashed him w a laugh. Lance simply felt lucky to have even caught a glimpse of the future ruler and tucked the special moment away in his memory.

But that night it was announced that Lance would be the conduit, a double surprise as he learned he had been hand-picked by the rising Emperor himself. Many were upset, even angry, and those in power were certainly displeased.

But Lance didn't care. He was bashful at first.

Then he was filled w pride and became mildly insufferable as he peacocked around the temple. He wasn't allowed to bed anyone until the ceremony, his chambers shut to any visitor as he needed to be cleansed and purified for the Emperor's pleasure. His duties were taken from him

In order to keep him as fresh and soft as possible. When the day came, Lance was outfitted in the decadent sacred jewelry and was led from the temple to the steps of the palace. He walked on flower petals strewn across the road, head held high as he bared himself to the city.

His breath left him as the rising Emperor joined him on the steps. Lance watched out of the corner of his eye as the other man removed his simple robe, showing his vulnerability to the people. It would be improper for Lance to become distracted during this most important event.

Yet his eyes continued to stray to thick thighs and the beautiful curve of pectoral muscles. The words of the high priest rushed past, carried away by the furious stream of Lance's desire. He wasn't ashamed of his stiff cock, but he did worry that the Emperor hadn't risen yet.

Lance could barely breathe when he was presented to the Emperor. He caught himself as he went to kneel, reminding himself to keep his chin up; he was the conduit of the goddess Allura, her will made flesh, and he must act like it. Dark eyes locked on him, perusing his offering.

Lance couldn't help the twitch of his lips as he noticed the Emperor's member stirring, and the Emperor raised a brow. Lance felt a moment of panic at his impropriety, and he flew into the ceremonial words he had memorized, perhaps letting them tumble too quickly past his lips.

The Emperor's reaction wasn't unfavorable; he simply stoically waited for Lance to finish. There was a long pause, much like when he first laid eyes on the man, only this one was filled w intense dread at failing.His heart felt like it would burst as the Emperor grabbed his hands

He loudly declared that he would accept this most generous offering of the goddess and hoped that he would prove worthy and she would grant her favor over his rule. Lance felt as if he weren't inhabiting his body as he was led to the altar, the Emperor's eyes never leaving his.

They were each given a chalice, saying sacred words before offering theirs up to the other, the exchange symbolizing the grace of the goddess upon the land in return for loyalty and gifts. There was something so sensual about tipping the cup for the Emperor, watching him drink.

His strong hand came up to cover Lance's, steadying it as he tipped the last drops into his mouth. Lance watched in fascination as the other man's Adam's apple bobbed. They stared at each other briefly before Lance was given his drink. A little dribbled past his lips.

A broad thumb swiped it away and made its way between Lance's lips. He suckled it without thought, and the Emperor's face spoke of deep desire. Lance was suddenly reminded that he was chosen, handpicked by the this man, and it boosted his confidence. He sucked the finger

Showing why he was an endeared acolyte to the temple. There was a connection now, something thrumming between them. The Emperor led Lance to the altar, ignoring the high priest. Lance felt the man's anger at their flippancy toward tradition, but he didn't care.

As long as he had the Emperor at his side, it was all he cared about. The high priest had to speed up as he and Lance dipped their fingers in the red paste, an aphrodisiac meant to guide them into spiritual bliss. Should the Emperor not be able to consummate, he would be unworthy

Lance knew it wouldn't happen; he could sense the other man's vigor. Lance arched as fingers teased along his nipples, painting them red. His fingers caressed down rippled abs w delight. He was eased back onto the altar, the sacrifice between this man and his goddess, the conduit

"Your Imperial Majesty," Lance said demurely as he lay back.

"Shiro. Call me Shiro."

Lance couldn't think of a reply as a giant cock slid between his cheeks, and his body automatically responded by canting his hips, hunting it down taking it inside. Lance arched, hands grasping

The Emperor--Shiro--took him before the milling throng. Lance delighted in the connection, the friction, swearing he felt the ethereal touch of the goddess herself. He didn't have to fake it--the appalling thought demanded by the high priest--bc Shiro was amazing.

His cock thrust strong and sure, the weight of it heavy and splendid inside Lance. Not to be outdone, Lance touched to his heart's content, fingers playful, legs rubbing. Shiro rose to the occasion, hefting Lance off the altar, perhaps even committing an act of blasphemy.

Lance didn't care. He tried to ride Shiro's thrusts, their bodies moving in sync. Shiro's muscles bulged as he carried the weight of his chosen one. They were in sync, a perfect alignment. Shiro kissed Lance's throat in sweet worship, hands splayed over back and buttocks.

The red paste smeared between their writhing bodies. Suddenly Shiro let go of Lance's back, hands only on his hips as he pumped his seed inside. Lance dangled, held by the Emperor's strength, back bowed as he received the offering in the name of their goddess.

(tbc... 😘💛)