"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.
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