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Stormy Glenn & H.C. Brown
Coming October 25th
Blood Sacrifice by Stormy Glenn
Being a demon isn't always fun. Being a demon summoned to a satanic ritual is downright miserable. Isaac Braden spends most of his time being a rich recluse but every so often he's introduced to someone new when he's summoned… a blood sacrifice. And tonight Jory Daniels has been chosen to be that sacrifice.
In a satanic ritual summoning gone bad, Isaac finds himself eternally bound to Jory. He has to have the man's blood in order to survive. But when Jory wants something in return, can Isaac submit enough to allow it or will his demon nature take over and cause him to lose the best thing that ever happened to him?
Enslaved by H.C.Brown
At midnight on All Hallows Eve, the Gates between the realms are wide open. Good and evil in equal measure seek to slake their desire. Be careful for what you wish for Humans, once the Gates shut, there is no going back.
"Blood Sacrifice" Story Excerpt
Isaac stared at the human hanging from the ceiling hook with a mixture of curiosity and remorse. There were times when he truly hated being a demon. This was definitely one of them.
Being summoned wasn't so bad. He'd been summoned hundreds of times over his long life. It was being summoned and forced to accept the blood sacrifice offered him that he hated so much.
And Isaac could tell from the man's naked form and the blood trailing down his chest, that the man was meant to be a blood sacrifice. He'd heard the summoning words and knew what was about to happen.
The guilt Isaac felt at what he would be forced to do to the unsuspecting man weighed heavily on him, like a pile of rocks in his gut. He had no recourse, no way of refusing. It was the nature of his kind.
Once summoned, if the words were spoken properly, Isaac would be forced to follow them until released to go back to his life. Unfortunately, the memories of what he did while being conjured didn't stay behind. He took every last damn one of them with him when he returned to his life.
As the spell directed, Isaac approached the three men hanging from the ceiling. He sniffed one, then the other, finally coming to stand in front of the man hanging in the middle.
This man intrigued him. His looks were pleasing to Isaac, even in his demon form. Long muscular legs fell almost to the floor, a smooth gleaming chest that Isaac ached to touch, and a groin devoid of hair.
Isaac almost rolled his eyes at the sight of the man's hairless groin. He never understood why spell casters did that. They seemed to think demons preferred it that way. He didn't mind it personally, but it wasn't required to make the spell happen.
Isaac took a deep breath to calm his outrage at what he was being forced to do. He knew he needed to choose one of these men to be his blood sacrifice. His immediate choice would be the man in the middle. Isaac was most drawn to him.
He just didn't want to.
"Choose your blood sacrifice, O Mighty One."
Isaac turned his head slightly to the side and growled. "I know my duty, mortal. Do not think to command me before the bargain is done."
Isaac looked back at the three men hanging from the ceiling. All were gorgeous men. In any other circumstance, Isaac wouldn't have even thought about choosing one of the men. He would have chosen all three. That just wasn't an option at this point.
Just to be sure he made the right choice, Isaac leaned over and sniffed the men that hung on either side of the one he really wanted. One smelled of dirty breath, the other of rotting flesh. Neither suited his needs.
The one in the middle, however, smelled sweet, succulent. Isaac growled low in his throat as he sniffed at the man's neck. He grinned when he felt the man tremble as his breath blew out across his naked skin. Despite the situation they were in, the sexy man was not immune to Isaac. That helped.
I am sorry, little one, Isaac thought to himself as he made his decision. He leaned back and stared into the man's deep green eyes. I wish I could spare you this.
"Blood Sacrifice" Adult Excerpt
"I chose 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, his legs barely able to 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 his fighting spirit as the man 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.
The man's skin glimmered in the dim candlelight filling the room. The flush of arousal made his tanned 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 mushroom 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.
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's body with his seed. At the same time, he would drink the man's blood, his 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. 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 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 thighs 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.
Isaac 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 rate pounding beneath his fingerstips.
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 man. Nothing would stop him.
I'm sorry, little one, he whispered in his head again, wishing the man could hear him. I wish I didn't have to do this.
I understand, Issachar, the man whispered right back, shocking Isaac not only by speaking back to him mentally but by speaking Isaac's true name. Do what you must. You know we will both die if you don't.
You can hear me, sacrifice? Isaac was stunned, and delighted. He'd never had a sacrifice do more than scream and tremble in fear when they saw him. None of them ever talked to him before.
Yes. Pale green eyes filled with lust blinked up at Isaac. And the name is Jory.
You know what is happening here, Jory?
I am to be your blood sacrifice.
Isaac frowned. How do you know this?
My grandmother is a witch. I've seen a summoning before.
And you're not afraid?
Truthfully, I'm scared out of my mind. Jory shuddered. As I said, I've seen a summoning before but never one quite like this. My grandmother is a white witch. She doesn't deal in dark magic. I don't really know what is going to happen.
Your body has to accept my seed as I drink your blood.
So, you're going to fuck me, sounds simple enough.