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Story: Black Shadows
“You loved it,” Tristan growls. And before I can lie and say that I didn’t, his hands are spreading me open and he’s pressing his tongue against my slit, plunging into my wet hole, and I let out a groan.
Holy fuck me. Wait, they’re already doing that.
My eyes are closed as I take in the complete feasting Tristan is having on my pussy. He groans as his mouth works me to the edge again. My heart starts racing, my breathing picking up.
“Tristan, please. I’m so close. Please let me come,” I beg.
As soon as the last word leaves my mouth, he pulls back, and I growl at him.
“What the fuck?” I turn back at him in time to see his hand come down again on my ass. “Ow!”
“Oh, that’s nothing compared to what I want to do to you, kitten.” His hand slowly pushes up my back until he wraps his fist in my hair. He pulls, causing my head to tip back. “Now, Asher here is going to sit down in front of you. I want to watch you wrap those beautiful lips around that cock of his. Understood, kitten?”
“Yes.” I try to nod, but his grip on my hair keeps me from doing so.
“Good girl.” I shudder at his words as he slowly lets go.
Asher leans in and kisses me, his lips eager to devour me. He pulls back and crawls in front of me, spreading his legs around me. His cock is on full display, hard as a fucking rock.
“You okay to do this, babydoll?” Asher asks me.
But I don’t answer him. Instead, I reach out and wrap my hand around his cock and bring it toward my mouth.
The minute my lips touch him, he lets out a guttural groan. “Fuck.”
“That’s it, angel. Take as much as you can.” Kayce comes up beside me, his hand going to my head, gently following my movements. My eyes flit toward him, and I observe him slowly stroking himself as he watches me take Asher. “God, you look so beautiful right now.”
I feel a hard cock press against me, and my heart starts to race. Is this going to actually happen? Fear starts to take over me. My body starts to shake. My mind instantly flashes with a memory.
I’m naked. On display, on my hand and knees, my arms and legs cuffed. My head lies against the hardness of the altar before me. There is a hood over my head, but I can see through it.
The metal cuffs cut into my skin. I try to pull on them, but there’s no give. It’s cold, and my entire body shivers. The room is barely lit, but there are torches around the altar that allow for light in the room. The air is thick with the smell of something burning.
Incense, maybe? I’m too foggy still. I look to my right and see what I think are carvings in the walls. But I don’t know what they mean.
I blink a few times. My eyes start to focus more, and I lift my head slightly. Several hooded figures stand before me. They wear black skull masks, their eyes piercing through me. They are chanting something over and over.
“Satanas...” I think is what they are saying with other words after it, but I can’t make it out. And I have no idea what it means. But they keep repeating it over and over.
“Let me go! Leave me alone and let me go!” I scream over them, yanking at the restraints holding me. My knees dig intothe top of the altar, and pain shoots through me. I scream, but no one cares.
I feel a warmth spread all over my ass and back. I turn to see one of the hooded figures slicing his hand and the blood dripping all over me.
I let out a deafening scream at the horror of it all.
Another one steps up and does the same, and then another. I can feel bile rise up in my throat, the feeling of the blood coating my skin starting to cause a wave of dizziness. I feel like I’m ready to pass out. My breaths come fast and hard, my fists curling as I try unsuccessfully to yank at the chains again. Fear courses through my body.
“You will now and forever be mine until the day I discard you,” the voice of the man who would be my captor says behind me. “In this sacrifice, Satan, hear us,” his voice booms.
“In hoc sacrificio, Satanas audi,” the others around me chant.
“Offered, in darkness, our life, to dominate,” he speaks again.
“Oblatus est, in tenebris, vita nostra, ad dominandum,” the voices again chant. And I’m guessing they are repeating whatever he is saying in whatever language it’s in.
“From blood, our strength, to victory, through this pact.”
“Ex sanguine, fortitudo nostra, ad victoriam, per hoc pactum.”
Holy fuck me. Wait, they’re already doing that.
My eyes are closed as I take in the complete feasting Tristan is having on my pussy. He groans as his mouth works me to the edge again. My heart starts racing, my breathing picking up.
“Tristan, please. I’m so close. Please let me come,” I beg.
As soon as the last word leaves my mouth, he pulls back, and I growl at him.
“What the fuck?” I turn back at him in time to see his hand come down again on my ass. “Ow!”
“Oh, that’s nothing compared to what I want to do to you, kitten.” His hand slowly pushes up my back until he wraps his fist in my hair. He pulls, causing my head to tip back. “Now, Asher here is going to sit down in front of you. I want to watch you wrap those beautiful lips around that cock of his. Understood, kitten?”
“Yes.” I try to nod, but his grip on my hair keeps me from doing so.
“Good girl.” I shudder at his words as he slowly lets go.
Asher leans in and kisses me, his lips eager to devour me. He pulls back and crawls in front of me, spreading his legs around me. His cock is on full display, hard as a fucking rock.
“You okay to do this, babydoll?” Asher asks me.
But I don’t answer him. Instead, I reach out and wrap my hand around his cock and bring it toward my mouth.
The minute my lips touch him, he lets out a guttural groan. “Fuck.”
“That’s it, angel. Take as much as you can.” Kayce comes up beside me, his hand going to my head, gently following my movements. My eyes flit toward him, and I observe him slowly stroking himself as he watches me take Asher. “God, you look so beautiful right now.”
I feel a hard cock press against me, and my heart starts to race. Is this going to actually happen? Fear starts to take over me. My body starts to shake. My mind instantly flashes with a memory.
I’m naked. On display, on my hand and knees, my arms and legs cuffed. My head lies against the hardness of the altar before me. There is a hood over my head, but I can see through it.
The metal cuffs cut into my skin. I try to pull on them, but there’s no give. It’s cold, and my entire body shivers. The room is barely lit, but there are torches around the altar that allow for light in the room. The air is thick with the smell of something burning.
Incense, maybe? I’m too foggy still. I look to my right and see what I think are carvings in the walls. But I don’t know what they mean.
I blink a few times. My eyes start to focus more, and I lift my head slightly. Several hooded figures stand before me. They wear black skull masks, their eyes piercing through me. They are chanting something over and over.
“Satanas...” I think is what they are saying with other words after it, but I can’t make it out. And I have no idea what it means. But they keep repeating it over and over.
“Let me go! Leave me alone and let me go!” I scream over them, yanking at the restraints holding me. My knees dig intothe top of the altar, and pain shoots through me. I scream, but no one cares.
I feel a warmth spread all over my ass and back. I turn to see one of the hooded figures slicing his hand and the blood dripping all over me.
I let out a deafening scream at the horror of it all.
Another one steps up and does the same, and then another. I can feel bile rise up in my throat, the feeling of the blood coating my skin starting to cause a wave of dizziness. I feel like I’m ready to pass out. My breaths come fast and hard, my fists curling as I try unsuccessfully to yank at the chains again. Fear courses through my body.
“You will now and forever be mine until the day I discard you,” the voice of the man who would be my captor says behind me. “In this sacrifice, Satan, hear us,” his voice booms.
“In hoc sacrificio, Satanas audi,” the others around me chant.
“Offered, in darkness, our life, to dominate,” he speaks again.
“Oblatus est, in tenebris, vita nostra, ad dominandum,” the voices again chant. And I’m guessing they are repeating whatever he is saying in whatever language it’s in.
“From blood, our strength, to victory, through this pact.”
“Ex sanguine, fortitudo nostra, ad victoriam, per hoc pactum.”
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