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Isaac moved to the edge of the altar. He
reached down with both hands and grabbed Jory's hips, pulling him to the edge
of the platform. Jory's arms were stretched tight over his head. His butt
hovered over the end of the altar. Isaac pushed Jory's thighs apart, baring
the man's hard cock and puckered hole to his hungry gaze.
"You'll never fit!"
Jory hissed. "You'll kill me."
Isaac's head jerked up to find Jory staring
down at his hard, dark reddish cock with a mixture of horror and lust. Isaac
had to admit that Jory had a right to be scared. In his demon form, not only
was he huge in body mass, weighing in around three hundred-fifty pounds and
standing over seven feet tall, his cock was equal to his size.
Everything about him was massive.
Isaac bit his lip to keep from snickering at
the look on Jory’s face. He grabbed Jory's ankles and held his legs apart. His
long shaft stood straight and hard out from his body. The altar held Jory just
high enough that Isaac simply had to step closer and the head of his cock
butted up against Jory's quivering hole.
He rocked himself back and forth, coating
Jory's tight entrance with the pre-cum dripping from the head of his cock. It
would prepare the way for him, loosening Jory's muscles to allow him to take
the man without hurting him.
What most people didn't realize when they
offered a blood sacrifice to a demon was that the drops of pre-cum that a
demon's body produced not only increased his arousal and that of the
sacrifice, it made his taking of the sacrifice less painful. He was a demon,
not a monster. He much referred his lovers to enjoy themselves, sacrifice or
not.
"We're waiting, daemon. Get on with it."
Faster than lightning, Isaac reached over and
grabbed the high priest around the throat. He lifted him several inches off
the ground and pulled him closer until they were nose to nose. The high
priest’s fear saturated the room, satisfying Isaac’s inner beast.
"Do not think to command me before our deal is
done, mortal," Isaac snarled. "Until I accept your sacrifice, I can still
refuse the covenant. Do not forget that."
Isaac knew the score. The high priest and all
of his followers wanted to watch a demon fuck a sacrifice. Men like this got
off on watching. Isaac pushed the high priest away, snickering loudly when the
man coughed and rubbed his bruised throat.
To appease the high priest and give Jory's
body time to accept his thick cock, Isaac reached down and started stroking
his own cock. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the high priest lick his
lips as he watched.
Sick bastard!
Isaac continued to stroke his hand up and down
his engorged shaft. Every few moments, he pushed the head of his cock against
Jory's tight entrance, feeling it loosen each time until he was finally able
to push in past the first ring of muscles without hurting Jory.
When he pushed in, Jory cried out as if his
body was on fire, his body arching into the air as much as his bonds would
allow. Isaac growled, pushing in just a bit more. Jory's sweet warmth
enveloped him, squeezed him. Isaac bit his lower lip to keep himself from
moaning and showing everyone how much he enjoyed the feeling of fucking the
sacrifice.
No matter how entranced he was seeing his long
length sink into Jory's ass, Isaac was acutely aware of the audience watching
them. He could hear their panting, their moans of ecstasy as the high priest
and worshipers worked to bring themselves to completion. It was a distraction
Isaac didn't need.
"Can you take me now, little one?"
Jory's eyes opened to look up at Isaac. The
green of his eyes was so deep, so dark, there was almost no white left in
them. It was haunting, the silent message in them searing Isaac down to his
soul. No one had ever looked at him in that manner.
Isaac roared as his demon nature took over,
stripping away all human control from him. He slammed into Jory, the pleasure
he felt at his action so intense it almost blinded him. Jory was perfect.
All around him worshipers in black robes cried
out as they climaxed, but Isaac only had eyes for the man moaning beneath him.
He prayed the desire and ecstasy he saw on Jory's face told the truth of what
he felt and were not part of the dark potion forced upon the man to make him
more compliant.
Isaac wanted to believe in the small cries the
man gave, in the way his skin flushed as he arched into the hands Isaac
stroked along his heated skin. Even if Jory didn't, there was no way Isaac
could stop now. He could feel his body readying itself for completion. His
orgasm was moments away.
"It's is time, little one,"
Isaac whispered mentally as he leaned over Jory. He watched the man's green
eyes carefully. "Are you ready? Will you give to me willingly? I can stop
this now and refuse the bargain if that is your choice."
Isaac could refuse the bargain at any point
before he ejaculated inside of the sacrifice and took his blood. It would be
painful for him if he did, but it was an option, one Isaac would willingly
choose if Jory told him no. He might be a demon, and considered evil by most,
but he still had a heart.
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