Story Excerpt
Primal Oath

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"I choose 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, stumbling as if his legs could barely 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 the man's fighting spirit as he 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.

His lightly tanned skin glimmered in the dim candlelight filling the room. The flush of arousal made his slick 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 mushroomed 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 first.

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 with his seed. At the same time, he would drink the man's blood, his life’s 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 or something just as abhorrent to Isaac. 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 willingly 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 legs 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.

He 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 pounding erratically beneath his fingertips.

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 sacrifice. Nothing would stop him.