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"Blood Sacrifice"
By
Stormy Glenn
"I chose this mortal," Isaac said quickly as
he gestured to the man and stepped back. He kept a dispassionate mask on his
face as he watched two robed men move forward to release the man from the
ropes tied around his wrists.
It was obvious from the small trickle of blood
on his skin that the man had struggled greatly in his bonds. A part of Isaac
wanted to lift the man's arm and lick the blood from his wrist. Another part
wanted to rip apart the people that marred such perfect skin. Isaac had to
clench his fists to keep from doing either.
Isaac watched as the man chosen was escorted
to the dais, his legs barely able to hold him up. Isaac stayed standing in the
sacred circle as the man was lifted onto the altar and then his hands were
tied over his head, his ankles secured at the other end. He would be able to
bend his knees but he wouldn't be able to move from the altar.
Isaac barely kept from wincing when a dark red
liquid was forced down the man's throat. Isaac could see his fighting spirit
as the man struggled against his bonds. A long wail ended any defiance he
would have given and the man was suddenly no longer trying to get away but
crying out in agony.
Isaac knew the fiery liquid was burning its
way through the man's body, saturating his very essence with a need to be
fucked that was so great, it would consume him until his hunger was assuaged.
And only by Isaac fucking him, cementing the covenant, could relief come to
the man.
It was the nature of the beast, or the nature
of those wanting to command the beast. Isaac needed a willing sacrifice in
order to complete the deal. With the unholy potion flowing through the man's
bound body, he was not only willing but begging.
Isaac could feel his body responding to the
man even as he stepped over to stand at the end of the altar. His cock,
already semi hard from just smelling him, hardened to steel as he gazed down
at the sacrifice laid out before him. The man was simply breathtaking.
The man's skin glimmered in the dim
candlelight filling the room. The flush of arousal made his tanned body look
almost golden. Isaac ached to touch him, to stroke his hands down the man's
oil rubbed chest.
He was even more captivated by the hard cock
jutting up from the man's shaven groin. It too had been rubbed with oil but
that didn't take away from the sweet sight of pre-cum pooling on the nicely
mushroom head. It was all Isaac could do to keep himself from bending over and
licking those little drops of ambrosia away with his tongue.
Under normal circumstances, he would have done
just that but this situation was in no way normal. With the summoning of his
demon form, Isaac would be unable to keep himself from taking the man no
matter if he wanted to or not. That too, was the nature of the beast.
As the rules dictating summoning a demon
stated, once a blood sacrifice was offered in exchange for the power to
command said demon, a demon must complete the ritual by accepting the
sacrifice chosen. Once the ritual started, both the demon and the sacrifice
would die if it wasn't completed.
And the ritual started the moment the high
priest started chanting the words to summon Isaac. He had no choice now. He
either fucked the man tied down to the altar or they both died. And as much as
he didn't mind having sex with the guy, he wished they were back at his house
where they could get to know each other.
Isaac wouldn't be allowed to take his time and
enjoy the man. His task was to simply join their bodies together until such
time as he filled the man's body with his seed. At the same time, he would
drink the man's blood, his essence, as the ritual words stated.
Once that happened, when Isaac's demon form
was satisfied and the blood oath was spoken, binding Isaac to do as the high
priest commanded until he was released, which was usually a twenty four hour
period.
Isaac just hoped it would be a short amount of
time, his required task simple. Black satanic rituals usually meant he was
bound to follow the commands of someone despicable, even evil. Nothing good
ever came from that.
The few times he'd been summoned by white
magic witches, his tasks had been simple and not something he had much issue
with, helping move something large, protecting someone, stuff like that. Once,
he was even summoned to sexually service the practitioner. That had been an
interesting night.
It was when he was summoned by practitioners
of black magic that Isaac's skin crawled. They usually wanted him to steal
something or kill someone. It was always self serving and evil.
If Isaac had his way, the only people he would
be killing were the ones that commanded him to do something he would never do
if he had the choice. They deserved what they got as far as he was concerned.
Isaac smoothed his large clawed hands up the
man's trembling thighs until he reached the juncture of his thighs. He knew
all those watching expected him to just rip into the man, maybe tearing him
apart. They liked to see the blood sacrifice scream in agony, the louder the
better. It aroused many worshipers.
Isaac leaned over the man enough that he could
look down into his eyes. He tried to convey his regret at what he was about to
do as he stroked one clawed finger over the man's throat.
Isaac hoped to those watching that it looked
as if he might be rubbing the skin where he would bite the man and drink his
blood. While that was true, Isaac also wanted to calm the man. He could feel
his heart rate pounding beneath his fingerstips.
When the sacrifice moaned loudly and arched
into his touch, Isaac knew he had hardly any control left to keep himself from
taking the man. His demon form was taking over, clouding his better judgment.
Soon, he would be so far gone he would think of nothing but fucking the man.
Nothing would stop him.
I'm sorry, little one,
he whispered in his head again, wishing the man could hear him. I wish I
didn't have to do this.
I understand, Issachar,
the man whispered right back, shocking Isaac not only by speaking back to him
mentally but by speaking Isaac's true name. Do what you must. You know we
will both die if you don't.
You can hear me, sacrifice?
Isaac was stunned, and delighted. He'd never
had a sacrifice do more than scream and tremble in fear when they saw him.
None of them ever talked to him before.
Yes.
Pale green eyes filled with lust blinked up at Isaac. And the name is Jory.
You know what is happening here, Jory?
I am to be your blood sacrifice.
Isaac frowned. How do you know this?
My grandmother is a witch. I've seen a
summoning before.
And you're not afraid?
Truthfully, I'm scared out of my mind.
Jory shuddered. As I said, I've seen a
summoning before but never one quite like this. My grandmother is a white
witch. She doesn't deal in dark magic. I don't really know what is going to
happen.
Your body has to accept my seed as I drink
your blood.
So, you're going to fuck me, sounds simple
enough.
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