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Category: Erotica/Erotic Fantasy/Dark Fantasy
Description: A young man thrown into a primitive world where blood and sex are sacrificed to sanguinary gods in a vicious ritual, tries to stop the sorcerer from satisfying his own blood lust and sexual cravings on innocent virgins. An intended victim himself, the handsome stranger will use sexual persuasion to gain his trust without revealing the truth behind the sacrifices or its virgin offerings. But in his dangerous quest to save the virgins, Rowen will get more blood, sex and cruelty than he has bargained for.
eBook Publisher: eXtasy eBooks, 2009 eXtasy Books
eBookwise Release Date: June 2009

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [136 KB]
Words: 27165
Reading time: 77-108 min.

Mylos's blood rushed to his head. The sound of distant drums filled his ears. He loved playing out the service in the semi-dark stone chamber, full of smoke from the burning torches hanging on the wall. The intended victim would come forward, looking helpless and terrified. He read fear in her eyes, heard her blood pumping, tasted her salty sweat, felt her heart thumping wildly. Cock aroused, Mylos would watch fascinated the terrified trembling in excited anticipation of what would soon follow. It was all part of the game, a deadly one, of course.

He stretched luxuriously, reliving with pleasure scenes and sensations, which unfortunately belonged more to the past. Yet, he could never forget his blood pounding faster or the hunter's excitement at the sight of his prey, doomed from the start. Licking his lips, he almost tasted the sweet blood that would eventually pour freely from every gash.

Blood was sacred on Ashantarie. The red liquid testified to life ... and death. This was the reason the gods' asked him to spill it so they would never forget their sacred duty to the humans. It reinforced the alliance they had forged with the first man when he sprung to life from the bloody cave. And blood continued to bring life.

Mylos shivered despite the heat. The ceremonial sacrifice still thrilled him and he would have liked to--

"Master," a voice called out.

Mylos stretched his head upward, opening his eyes. A young man stood next to one of the megalithic stones. From his tense pose, the Blood Divine clearly guessed he did not dare to cross the forbidden boundary. "What is it, Patris?"

"Master--"

"Come here, boy," Mylos scoffed. "I can't hear you that far away."

Permission granted, still a lifetime training hampered Patris's movements so he entered hesitantly the sacred area, walking fast to reach its center and kneel next to Mylos's naked form. "Master, there is a woman to see you. She has a ... an offering with her."

"How long since she came?"

"Well, Master, we had to look for you so she's been waiting for a while."

"Good." Mylos's hand grabbed Patris's neck and pushed him down on his belly. "I'm sure she won't mind waiting a little longer."

Knowing exactly what his Master wanted, Patris opened his warm mouth, positioning it over the tip of the erection straining in front of his face. How long the Blood Divine had been like that, he had no idea, although he was sure of the remedy to release his Master's tension. Without wasting more time, Patris's hot cavity enveloped the bulging head and swallowed it. His tongue lashed out to curl around its thickness, sliding on the entire length in long, wet laps that covered each side. Hard sucks soon followed, tentative at first as if unsure on how to go about it. Hard, then more forcefully as he drew the cock further inside. He felt it strain against the confined space, hitting cavity enveloped the bulging his cheek and palate before hovering on the brink of the throat fall.

In an attempt to fight him off, Patris breathed deeper and almost choked on it. Quick as lightning, it had inserted in the even tighter space available, trying to slide all the way down. Managing to keep it a bay was the start of a new game as his tongue wrapped around the stone-like shaft, traveling seductively from top to bottom, his head bobbing along with the movement, partly controlled by Mylos's continued hold on his neck. He knew his Master wanted him to step up the rhythm so he had no choice but to comply. Using also his hands, he increased his lapping, sucking harder than before, uncaring if he choked, but coughing liberally if he could not resist ... anything to please his Master.