The ceremony started.
He entered the temple. A temple is a spot of worship; it would not have to be grand and expansive. This shoebox of a room was removed from the cathedrals and mosques of the mainstream religions, but it surely was greater than sufficiently big for what was to return.
This was a single room bathed in purple mild, it made it laborious to differentiate the objects contained inside. If you happen to squinted you possibly can nearly discern the altar within the centre, a shrine to the goddess of the cult–a place to carry out your worship.
The altar was a raised slab of black marble, a void on which to lie, chilly and clean. Breaking the floor at numerous factors had been eyelets, holes for rope to slip by way of and tie the keen sacrifice to the ritual.
The ground was stone; scrubbed clear of the paths the place blood had beforehand flown from the cosmic octopus. The partitions had been picket, the boards roughly nailed collectively. There was nothing else.
She stood, hand on hip, leaning in shadow, starlight shining from the piercings that adorned her face. She was the one whom he was there to worship–short hair, devilish grin, figuring out eyes.
A lightweight silver gown lined her physique, loosely hanging from her body, holding her modesty on this conceited place.
She tilted her head; the windmill began to show, wheels in movement: goddess or demon, supernatural attract.
He walked in the direction of her, a slight shuffle in his steps. A metre from her, he dropped to his knees, feeling the chilly laborious floor by way of his trousers. He tilted his head up, timid, ready. She nodded.
A silent acceptance handed between them; the ritual was to proceed.
His white bony palms moved to his shirt buttons, fumbling and undoing, opening the gates of the soul. Taunt pale flesh emerged one button at a time, his ribs standing out from his slender physique. She drummed a finger on each, feeling out the sacrifice.
His shirt fell to the ground, and his palms moved to his trousers, sashaying free, hips coming out, adopted by a pale white ass. They dropped, and he stood there bare, goosebumps rising on his flesh. He checked out her, and one thing else started to rise.
He slid onto the altar, ass urgent into the marble and lent again, bare and uncovered, prepared.
A rope appeared in her hand, thick and sturdy. She slowly looped it round her keen worshiper. He shivered in anticipation. Arm, leg, arm, leg, he was tied to the marble altar.
Her fingertip circled his palm, pondering, ingesting within the scene, the marble, the person. Is not nature stunning?
A sparkle glinted in his eyes, and she or he performed with it, transferring her hand down his arm, fingertips dancing throughout pleasure.
It was time, she pulled the gown up over her head, matching him in his pure state. She watched as he received even tougher, helpless to do something, having fun with his lust for her physique. She leaned in and bit his backside lip, heaving breasts urgent into his bare flesh. He was there for her pleasure.
She joined him on the slab, holding herself hovering just a few inches above him, tempting and teasing, however out of attain. She stored herself that approach some time earlier than kissing him once more, a fast dart of the lips then the jaw after which the neck, lips brushing throughout his chest, leaving black lipstick smudges on the pale white pores and skin.
She was dripping; she was having fun with the facility and the lust that was rolling off him. She pulled herself ahead, sitting on his chest, her wetness getting nearer to his face. He prolonged his tongue, out of attain, straining, she slowly got here nearer.
The tip of his tongue met her clit as she mounted his face, urgent in as his tongue started its work. Working across the exterior, heat and mild, teasing, constructing, earlier than he moved up slowly to her clit, beginning to slowly and rhythmically lick as she pushed herself into him.
In the meantime, she’d dipped her finger in a bowl of blood, half distracted by the pleasure, she began portray on his chest–a five-point star, a pentagram of sin, letting the demons and inhibitions out.
She pinched a nipple, and his tongue sped up, getting quicker and extra aggressive, sucking at her clitoris, bringing her a step nearer to ascension.
He felt her thighs tighten and physique shiver as she got here, calling out praises to the sky. She stayed that approach for a second, letting him recognize the view as her breath got here in ragged pants.
The ceremony wasn’t over, and he was laying there erect, cock throbbing in entrance of her eyes, vein pumping blood to maintain it standing to consideration. It was about to obtain her focus.
She moved down, breasts plump and bouncing, inflicting his pulse to race as he strained towards his ropes, lustfully dreaming of penetrating her.
She was there, she lowered herself onto his cock, he was inside her, she went all the best way down, letting herself be crammed by him in a second of ecstasy, splashing the remaining blood throughout his physique.
Backwards and forwards, slowly using him, his cock pushing into her g-spot rubbing out and in. The tempo elevated, increase till…
Their screams rang out in unison because the ritual reached completion in mutual orgasm.
Candles flared because the demons had been purged.