Vessel of the Demon God (2 page)

He
held her arm tightly against her back as he knelt behind her. Idara tried to
move but his hands kept her easily pinned to the stone.

Ashak-ves
was so tall that he had to bend as he brought his face close to her sex. He
inhaled deeply, and then she felt his tongue on her. It was rough like a cat's,
and it made her shiver as it rasped on her sensitive swollen skin.

He
traced along her slit, tasting her juices, and then delved his tongue into her
folds, lapping at her sex, and dipping just a little into her hole. Idara
moaned, a half-surprised sound.

The
pleasure was intense, and she felt ashamed at her own wantonness as she gasped
and began to move her hips in time with his rhythm.

He
purred against her flesh, enjoying her taste and her response, and his claws
dug into the skin of her back and hip just a little harder.

This
time the pain only served to increase the intensity of her pleasure. Idara
moaned again, a weak sound of protest mixed with ecstasy. The rough tongue
thrust inside her, curling against her inner walls, moving in and out, and then
withdrew to lap at her clit. He repeated this over and over, fucking her with
his tongue then licking, circling and teasing her center of pleasure.

When
it happened, it was sudden. She cried out loudly, bucking her hips against his
face and struggling as a wave of powerful pleasure slammed into her. Her whole
body shook as she rode each peak, gasping for breath.

He
continued to lick her until she subsided, going limp and breathing heavily.
Then he moved away, releasing her wrist and standing once more. He stroked her
back, a surprisingly tender gesture.

Idara
squeezed her eyes shut, cursing her treacherous body.

But he
didn't let her rest. She felt his huge member pressing against her again, and
he took hold of it and rubbed it in her juices. Her nerves were still on fire,
her flesh swollen and over-sensitive, and each stroke up and down her wet slit
caused her to shudder.

"You
see?" He purred, looming over her. "You are ready for me now. You
want
me."

She
shook her head, but he either ignored her or failed to notice. She felt the tip
of him at her entrance, swollen and pulsing. It felt impossibly large, and she
had time to briefly wonder again how he would fit inside her without tearing
her apart.

Then,
he thrust in, breaking past her barrier, taking her virginity. He hilted
himself deeply in her, in one sharp motion.

Idara
felt as though she would split in two. She screamed in pain, but he paid no
attention as he began to move, smoothly and firmly pumping in and out. He
filled her completely, stretching her, and she had to grit her teeth hard
against the discomfort.

He
moved faster. His hips slammed against her ass as he took his pleasure,
mercilessly thrusting. And before long, her pain began to fade. He slid easily
in and out of her wetness, causing friction that quickly grew pleasant. Little
shocks of sensation jolted her with each pump, and she found herself breathing
hard once more, beginning to gasp.

Ashak-ves
moaned, a low, pleased sound. "Yes." He said. "Give yourself to
me." He sounded out of breath and shaky, and to Idara's shame, it thrilled
her: that this powerful being – her god – desired her and delighted in her body
so much.

She
clenched her thigh muscles, squeezing them together and felt her inner walls
clenching around his thrusting member. And she was delighted when he moaned
again.

He
reached a hand around under her then, and found her clit once more. Idara
closed her eyes as he began to circle and rub her there, carefully keeping his
claws away. As he pounded against her and kept his fingers pressed hard against
her clit, the intensity became too much.

"My
god!" She cried, throwing her head back.

"Yes!"
He growled, and slammed hard into her once more. He made animalistic sounds of
pleasure, as his hips jerked and his body tensed.

As his
cock throbbed inside her, Idara moaned in the throes of a powerful climax. His
seed jetted out, hot and sticky, coating her inner walls, and she felt her cunt
contracting rhythmically around his pulsing member, milking it.

Ashak-ves
growled again and again, slowing his movements as his seed finished spurting.
Finally, he was still, and the girl felt all the tension go out of his body.

As her
own pleasure ebbed, Idara felt a warm afterglow encompass her. She was weak and
shaking, grateful for the support of the solid stone beneath her.

The
demon-god withdrew, slipping out of her. She felt his seed spill out and drip
down her thighs. She stayed still for a long while, resting her head on the
cool stone and catching her breath. The sun shined in through the ceiling,
warming her skin.

Ashak-ves
came close, and she raised her head as he wrapped his arms around her. With one
easy movement he broke the remaining chain on her left wrist, letting it fall
to the floor, then scooped her up easily, and laid her on the altar.

Idara
supported herself on her elbows and stared up at him, taking in his wild yellow
eyes and the expression on his face. He looked gentler, now, as though his
exertions had taken away some of his ferocity.

The
warmth in her belly was intensifying, so much that she became suddenly aware of
it. Her skin was tingling, and she felt something... different. An energy
thrumming through her. She was certain she was now more alive than she had been
before.

The
jaguar-god nodded slowly, as though he could read her thoughts. And he probably
could. "It is my child inside you that you feel." He said quietly.

She
lifted her hands before her face and stared at them. The rays of the morning sun
wreathed her and she seemed to be glowing. There was a strange sense of elation
deep within her. It was as though her flesh itself was joyful.

Ashak-ves
bent down, and she barely had time to glance at him before he pressed his lips
to hers. They were soft and dry, and hot. As his tongue entered her unresisting
mouth, she felt more of his power surge through her body and into hers.

She
made a quiet sound of pleasure, and reached up to clutch the back of his neck,
her hands tangling in his hair. Their tongues danced and caressed each other;
their breath mingled. She took in all she could, inhaling his wild energy.

They broke apart, and Idara
suddenly clutched her hands to her belly. It had already begun to swell, and
she ran her palms over its roundness. She felt her womb respond, the offspring
within shifting under her touch. At this rate of growth, she thought the child
might be born the next morning.

She threw her head back, looking
at the sky. A wild laugh burst out of her, and her voice was full of power.
Divine energy burned in her veins, igniting her being.

She no
longer felt afraid. She was strong, and beautiful, and alive. She felt
divine
.

Ashak-ves
was walking away from her. She put her feet on the ground and stood up, hands
still stroking circles on her belly.

"You
are going now." She said.

The
god turned back, and smiled his feral smile. "Yes." He said.
"But I will see you soon."

The
smallest smile tugged at the corners of Idara's lips.

Ashak-ves
sank to all fours and changed to his jaguar-form. He faced his effigy and made
an earth-shaking roar. Idara cringed away as the light flashed, and when she
opened her eyes, he was gone.

The
priestesses all entered the room in an hour or so. They found her sitting
cross-legged on the dais before the altar, holding her round belly and smiling
serenely.

They
gathered around her, wondering and fearful.

There
could be no doubt about what had happened. The girl radiated power, and carried
a divine child within her. Their prayers had been answered – if not in the way
they had anticipated.

One by
one, they knelt before the dais where the girl sat, and praised her with arms
outstretched.

Idara
smiled, and looked up at them all, and her eyes glowed yellow and fierce.

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