by Tenebrae

Part 5

 

 

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I woke the following day to find her lying in a crumpled heap, crying, in the sanctuary. I advanced upon her and she scrambled back in fear and terror, screaming out her emotions in more then mere words. Her reactions filled me with an uncontrollable lust and I took her again. She squirmed and struggled at first, her dread lending her strength. I gripped her, my organs assisted in my subjugation of her, one snaked about her neck, while others encircled her waist, her breasts, fondling her round globes of flesh. One pair bound her arms, and another pair entwined her thighs spreading them wide. The remaining ones plumbed the depths of her rectum, vulva and throat, exploring and probing with a wild abandon. With her thus bound and restrained, I was free to tease her with my claws and talons, scoring her flesh, so that the air became thick with the tantalising smell of fresh blood. My tongue and teeth began to lick and nibble at these small wounds. Drinking in the hot coppery taste, mixed with adrenaline and sweat, I drove at her with unrestrained frenzy.

And while I was nibbling at her flesh, my fangs nipping here and there, my rough tongue bathing her all over, I became aware that her cries were no longer of fear and terror, but or rapture and ecstasy. I laughed at this and the convulsions of my laughter sent her into frenzy, bucking and writhing like I knew only succubae to do. Her tongue began to caress the stalk of my organ, her muscles in her groin clenching and releasing until it was she who was taking me her hands caressing my other organs and her moans and groans of pleasure mixing with my own.

Sweat and sex poured from our bodies as we experienced ecstasy upon ecstasy and finally I erupted in explosive pleasure. My seed ejaculating like a geyser into the air from my various crowns. Her laughter was like music and she squirmed and writhed in an attempt to catch as much of the semen as possible. As I lay back, spent and exhausted, my organs released her, and she began to bath the both of us in our juices, laughing and lapping up handfuls alternatively. She was my willing love slave hereafter and I revelled in the sensation of being loved for the first time in my life.

The next couple of days passed pleasantly, she lived at my side, calling me pet names and seeking out the pleasures of my body with a desire I thought only my own kind possessed. I even bothered to learn her name, Jezebel and accepted her sobriquet for me, Moloch. A moon passed and it came time for my feeding. The priests came, chanting and dancing and waving their noxious miasmic censers about and befouling the air with the acrid fumes of their incense.

They brought with them a virgin of the Molachaka. Jezebel watched, eyes alight with fierce desire as I took the maiden, bound as she was to the altar and slid into her vulva with my swollen members. Three at once driving away at her while I wrapped each limb in a prehensile penile embrace and girded her middle with another and caressed her taught nipples with another pair while binding her throat with another as one more plied her rectum and the last one plumbed her throat. Oh she squirmed beautifully, and as the ecstasy overcame me, I rent her limbs from her sockets, pulverised her middle with my organ and strangled her as she lay in my grip. I began to feed upon her quivering flesh, when I realised that Jezebel was lapping at the bleeding stumps where I had torn the maiden's limbs from her body. I laughed uproariously at this and invited her to dine with me.

Soon her taste for flesh grew and we dined weekly upon the flesh of infants, toddler and babes from the vanquished Molachaka. A curious notion once crossed my mind and I sought its answer forth with.

"Jezebel, my slave, why do you relish the flesh of your former people so?"

"Ah, my lord and sovereign, Moloch, they are no longer my people, I am mother to thy child, I am now like thee, not of this world, no longer human," she replied with a salacious smile and with a begging look in her eyes, sought to engage me in pleasure. I indulged her and soon we were disporting ourselves on the remnants of our feast, covered in blood, sexual juices, fatty grease and semen, bathing each other with our tongues.

 

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