Ritual

The young woman was blindfolded, and she wore only a thin slip of nothingness that flowed over her body like a liquid every time she moved. Her fears, still clouding her mind mere minutes ago, had vanished, along with her inhibitions, her doubts and, perhaps most importantly, her name, in the numbing haze induced by the drugs they had given her. She couldn't see anymore, but her other senses were increased to the point where they didn't seem natural anymore. She could hear the quiet, monotonous chanting of the members of the order, could smell the musky scent the burning incense produced in thick, swathing fumes. She could feel the uneven sandstone steps beneath her bare feet, slowly leading her down to the chamber, and she felt every touch of the light cloth, caressing her skin. She still had the slightly bittersweet aftertaste of the spiced wine in her mouth, mixed with the acrid tang of the substances they put in it. Every sensation was magnified tenfold, and it made her shiver with anticipation of the sensations yet to come.

Even if she couldn't see, she placed every step with absolute confidence, as if she knew exactly where she had to go. A slight increase in the volume of the chanting and even more of the incense told her she had reached the chamber, but she continued her pace until she reached the altar that stood in the middle of the room. Somehow, she knew what she had to do, but if they had instructed her beforehand or if she was guided by something higher, she couldn't say. She slipped out of the gown and let it slide to the floor, leaving only the blindfold and the collar with the strange, glimmering stones on her body, then she climbed the altar and lay down on her back, the cold stone sending shivers down her spine. Her nipples hardened, and goosebumps crawled over her flesh, but if it was from the cold or the anticipation of what would happen next, she didn't know.

She heard the footsteps now, soft, carefully placed, yet clearly made by someone much bigger than she was. Next, a rustle that told her he had dropped his meagre loincloth too, then, an ever so slight touch at her right thigh, but even that was enough to get her wet already. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, and she longed to feel more of that heat, more of his touch, more of HIM. Sure enough, he started to caress her body, softly, almost shyly at first, but soon picking up courage. When he first touched her breasts, circled one of her nipples with his fingers, the first gasp escaped her lips, and when his fingers trailed down her body and started gently stroking her lips, she gave a soft moan, slightly moving her hips to signal him he should advance further.

He bowed over her and touched her nipple with the tip of his tongue, playing with it before he took it into his mouth and started sucking. She felt waves of Pleasure rolling over her, and when he slid one of his fingers inside her, she started panting and moaning heavily. Everything she felt, everything she was was lost in his touch, her soul lost in the embrace of the Pleasure. A second finger slid inside her pussy, her juices now flowing so heavily some of it was dripping on the altar already. When he started massaging her clit with his thumb, the Pleasure overwhelmed her and the first orgasm came over her, the spasms starting deep inside her and soon leaving her whole body in trembles.

He took a step back now, taking his wonderful fingers with him. She wanted to protest, but before she could say anything, she felt him gripping her legs, spreading them and then, the tip of his rock hard cock against her pussy, slowly pushing inside. She bit her lip and gasped again, and with every inch of him she took, the Pleasure increased. She couldn't believe how big he was, it seemed like an eternity of slowly filling her out inch by inch, until he started thrusting, long, slow, powerful strokes, each one drawing another moan from her lungs. One of his hands cupped her breast, his fingers playing with her nipple, and she felt a second orgasm welling up inside of her. He increased his speed now, and before she knew it, she was screaming her Pleasure out into the chamber, her pussy clamping down on his cock in rhythmic contractions.

She heard his breath deepen and speed up, too, she could smell his sweat, running down his body and mixing with her own. His speed increased again, his fingers roughly pinching her nipples as he thrust in and out of her, leaving her gasping for breath in between the moans. He was fucking her hard now, his cock slamming into her with a force she had thought her body incapable of bearing. But somehow, she didn't only bear it, she enjoyed it, his rough movements, the almost painful feeling of his cock inside her, only bringing her up to new heights of Pleasure. She felt his cock twitching in her pussy, and as she arched her back, coming the third time, he came too, still deep inside of her. She felt his semen shoot out, filling her up, mixing with her juices, soon leaking out of her pussy as he finished his last strokes, grunting with Pleasure. When he withdrew, she felt his cum dripping out of her, onto the slab of stone he had taken her on.

She lay there, still shivering with the last vestiges of her orgasm, when she heard the soft, honeyed voice she had heard so many times during the preparations: "The Union is complete. Begin the incantations now!". The chanting around her grew louder and seemed to swell with a purpose, even if the words were completely alien to her. Everything was lost in a haze of the drugs and the Pleasure, and she barely felt the knife cutting into her flesh, slitting her wrists, she barely felt the life slowly leeching out of her, filling the lines carved into the stone beneath her. She barely heard the soft voice joining the chanting, the increasing hum in the air.

As the last drops of life left her body, she saw something, the first thing she had seen for hours. The last thing she would ever see. A pair of faintly glowing violet eyes, inhuman, mocking eyes, watching her from above...