1 comments/ 4748 views/ 9 favorites Maiden of the Red Moon By: KnightRadiant Chapter 1: The Ritual The moon, red and luminescent, shone brightly amongst the blackness of the night sky. The Blood Moon, a rare occurrence that bore much importance to many occult rituals. Tonight was finally the night. Years of planning, years of preparing, years of selecting, years of recruiting years of choosing, all finally came down to this one night. The red moonlight spilled from the skies down through the room's glass ceiling onto the very center of a circle entrenched within eight-pointed star wrapped by a second circle that was intricately painted onto the very center of the room. Runes decorated the boundaries of each of the star's eight points. Words written in a lost language danced on the outside lines of the circle. The words working in conjunction with the runes were designed to draw in and store as much ambient Mana as possible Glyphs were painted at each of the points of the star to enhance the effects of the spell. The room illuminated only by the light of flickering flames burning from candles glowed with an almost supernatural luminescence. He stood in the middle of the room, standing at the very center of the pentagram. Dressed in a robe, black as the night itself, he patiently waited. He had waited decades for this night. A mask with a demonic visage hid his face from the world. He preferred it that way. He had given up on his humanity years ago when he had set out to perform this momentous task of his. At long last he would see his plans come to fruition and fulfill his ambitions. Any man would have given up on such a grand scheme years ago; however he was no ordinary human. In fact after the enchantments, mystical contracts and transformations that he had placed upon himself, he wasn't even sure he could be considered human anymore. But it was all worth it, all for tonight. The black robe felt cool and silky draped loosely over his nude body. The hood of the robe drawn over his head to hide his face from the female members of the cult: The Coven of the Red Moon, an appropriate name, especially on a night like this. He had spent decades building this coven, reaching out to the lost, the poor, the abused, the addicts, the curious and the ones seeking shelter from the cold, the ones seeking a place to call home. He had found each one and molded them to fit his purpose. They obeyed him and in return received food, clothing, shelter, family, purpose and most importantly: belonging. All those years of work, years of recruiting, years of careful manipulation, all was so he could see her again. How would she react when she found out about his efforts? Surprise? Honor? Disgust? It didn't matter. He would bind her to his will. Right? An odd sense of anxiety washed over his body. It had been years, decades even, since he had felt something so...human. The soft sounds of chanting heralded their arrival. They had kept him waiting for so long. The guards opened the massive wooden double doors to the sanctum. Each one wielding long spears covered in engraved runes. The guards stepped aside to allow the tributes in. Each crimson robed tribute entered two by two, the sacred runes of Ishtar sewed all throughout their red robes. Each rune embroidered on with pain staking detail and effort. Thirteen bodies entered the room, half moving to one side of the room and the other half claiming toe opposite side as their own. The thirteenth and final figure came in dressed in a white cloak almost as pure as snow. This one came in surrounded by hooded guards carrying long shafted spears. He smiled as he watched her enter; her snowy white cloak was etched with black ruins, a stark contrast to his black robe etched with white ruins. The light to his darkness. The yin to his yang. The white-cloaked figure walked towards him from the center with soft dainty, almost otherworldly, steps. "Daughters of the Red Moon, you have assembled tonight to rejoice in the return of your progenitor: Ishtar. Though you may come from different cultures, though you may come from different faiths, from different countries, you have united in this coven. Tonight you have gathered as sisters to rejoice in the rebirth of Ishtar the Maiden of the Red Moon." He said, his voice booming throughout the hollowed ceremonial hall. "Each of you has pledged your body, life and soul to Ishtar. Each of you have taken a vow to uphold the beliefs of this convent and to serve our Mistress Ishtar. You have each sworn an oath of sisterhood, tonight you shall join together in our holiest of rituals." He took a breath allowing the wash of emotions to calm down his body. Yes, surely Ishtar was watching. "Let the tributes reveal themselves." The red robed figures let down their hoods revealing beautiful women underneath of all colors and heights. Each one of them stood naked in the dim candlelit room. Yet the darkness did nothing to hide the perfection in each of their bodies. Well-toned and voluptuous, long legged and smooth skinned. Features that any woman would die for. Their eyes seemed lost in a hazy trancelike state. He wasn't surprised. Each woman had partaken in the Blood of Ishtar, an ancient concoction designed to lower prepare souls for rituals. The ritual called for thirteen women, twelve surrounding the summoning pentagram and one to act as the Vessel. "Let the Vessel step forward." The white robed figure stepped into the center of the pentagram and removed her hood revealing yet another women underneath the cloth. In another life the males all around her would have worshiped the very ground she walked upon. Long blonde hair framed a heart shaped face blessed with the bluest of eyes and the fullest of lips. She discarded her robe in a smooth almost unnatural movement exposing the flawlessness of her body. Her breasts, moderately sized, were like two perfect mounds of flesh, well formed showing off the vigor of her youth in the way they sat on her chest without the slightest hint of sagging. Her tummy was flat, smooth and toned from hours of daily exercise and careful dieting. Her legs long and well shaped from years of dancing and exercise. Her skin, lush and fair, glowed in the red moonlight without the slightest hint of any imperfection. Save for a small tattoo of a five-pointed star suspended inside of a circle, a pentagram, on her pelvis just inches away from the lips of her womanhood. She was a goddess of a woman. Beautiful in every possible way. "Your name young one." He said. "Lisa." She replied without even the slightest hint of hesitation or doubt. Her beautiful blue eyes were also glazed over. Her mind, body and soul ready to receive the power of Ishtar. "Tonight you shall discard your name, the last remnants of your former life, and unite with your sisters in order to bring about the rebirth of the Scarlet Mistress Ishtar." He said to her. "Vessel, have you been untouched by a man since the day you took your vows?" "I have." Replied the Vessel, her voice unwavering. "Have you honored your pledge of chastity since the day you entered into this coven?" he asked circling around her. "I have." "Have you freed yourself from your desires of the material world?" "I have." "Do you swear to uphold the values of this coven and the values of our mistress Ishtar even when you ascend?" "I do." "Tonight you shall become one of the Nameless." The man circled around the pentagram, his eyes intently watching each one of the women standing around the pentagram, the Tributes. Each of the women had now kneeled to the ground. Their eyes looked downwards, knowing better not to meet his iron forged gaze. "You all have taken your vows of sisterhood and devoted your bodies, lives and souls to this coven. Tonight you shall become one. Tonight under the light of the Red Moon, you shall all discard your past lives. You no longer have families. You no longer have pasts. You no longer have names. Tonight you shall all join together and bring about the rebirth of the Arch Maiden Ishtar!" The flames of the candle ignited in a brilliant blaze He delicately placed his hand to the Vessel's chin and tilted upwards towards him. "Are you scared, young one? She shook her head. He smiled. He knew that that would be her answer. "Good. Let's begin." He slipped his robe off of himself exposing his naked form to the room eliciting a gasp from the Vessel. The tattoos of runes scattered throughout his body glowed in the light of the Blood Moon. He softly stroked the Vessel's cheek. She was just so beautiful. Perfect in every sense of the word. His cock hard and erect pointed skywards. "Now my precious Vessel, get on your knees and suck my cock." The Vessel quickly complied, dropping to her knees before her hands grasped onto the length of his member. She let out a sigh of pleasure allowing her warm breath to graze over the engorged head before engulfing her warm wet lips around his cock. He shuddered in pleasure as she began to lick at the swollen head of his cock with her tongue before bobbin her head up and down onto his length. Soon. Soon his ambition would be fulfilled. Soon all would bow before him. *** Raymond "Ray" Grayson Wolfe stepped off his motorcycle. Despite his destination being a good four blocks away, he still decided that with this particular mission, especially on a night such as this, stealth would be a much better option than just riding into a demon's den. He took a deep breath of the cold San Francisco air before he began to check his gear: his silver knives were in place, one on the side of his belt, another hidden away in his boot, Paper Charms concealed within the confines of his black leather jacket, and finally his sword. Though it seemed to be an almost cruel cliché for a demon hunter to wield a sword, it was widely known that the upper echelon demons could only be slain with a blade forged from Soul Steel. The sword felt right in his hands. It wasn't a massive broadsword like the ones wielded by the hunters in the depictions found in the ancient texts, nor was it a katana used by the amateur demon hunters, who fell into the profession through whatever circumstances. No, this sword had been passed through the generations from hunter to hunter. A straight sword that was neither too long nor too thin. Despite its size, the sword was still capable of slicing through the flesh of even the strongest of demons. The Blood Moon hung overhead, a constant reminder of the terrors and dangers of a night such as this. Energy from the Source flowed freely in the air on a night such as this, magnified by the presence of the Blood Moon in the sky. Silently he began to walk towards his destination. His orders from the Organization had been clear, stop whatever ritual was being performed in his territory and kill the ones responsible. The Blood Moon occurred rarely, usually once every 600 years. A reflection of the surface of Mars combined with the light of the Sun and the presence of stars that allowed optimal use of magical energies and demonic rituals. Every single warlock, witch, and spellcaster would be taking full advantage of the ambient energy in the atmosphere in order to conduct spells, charms and rituals that could only be done on a night such as this. Which was why he was here to stop them. That was the function of the Organization. At least the particular sect that he belonged to: to keep the human world unaware of the supernatural world. Any practitioner of the supernatural arts, be it magic or qigong were expected to obey the laws set forth by the Thirteen, the ruling body of the human world in regards to the supernatural. Violators were to be cut down by Hunters, their. Of course there were exceptions to the rule. "Ray! You're approaching the source of the supernatural disturbance." Said a deep metallic sounding voice from his right wrist. "Yeah, even I can feel it from this distance." He replied, raising his wrist to eye level. The metal dragon carved onto the band of the gothic silver bracelet stared back. Garuban, the Guardian that had been assigned to him by the Hunter's Council, looked annoyed to be out on this particular night. As annoyed as a bracelet could possibly look. Garuban hated being outside in San Francisco, always insisting that he would end rusting because of all the ocean moisture in the air. He ignored the annoyance of his partner for now. He lowered the bracelet back to waist level and looked ahead. Mists gathered from the seas and reflected the glow from the red moon giving the area an odd sense of mysticism. Lights from street lamps provided the only source of light. Except for the Crimson Moon hanging overhead. "The Blood Moon will amplify whatever spells they've put up." Said Garuban, "Be careful." "Got it." Replied Ray as he turned to the direction of the disturbance and began to walk towards it. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, he reached deep into his psyche and undid the Seal and opened his Third Eye. Suddenly the world around him seemed so much more...colorful. The dark dank warehouses in the area looked as if a brilliant splash of color had been hurled on it. He could see the residual energies of the people who worked here during the day, dark yellow people shaped outlines that silently moved throughout the area. Strange twisting rainbow ribbons of light, ever changing in color, caught his eye, the movement paths of the few spirits that inhabited this place. This place was spiritually dead. A place that was automated and empty. No place for spirits. A luminous glow of color caught the corner of his eye. He turned towards the color. A deep purple aura emanated from one of the warehouses in the distance distorting the very image of it. The way strong heat distorts concrete on hot summer days. A regular person without the Sight would have waltzed right past it without feeling anything other than a momentary feeling of dread and discomfort. Yet with an aura this powerful, even Hunters who had only attained the First Awakening would be able to sense the disturbance. Whoever was responsible for the aura was invoking some very powerful magic. Meaning that that person was dangerous. He quickly took out three long strips of yellowish white paper, Paper Charms, from his pocket and drew a quick glyph on each piece of rectangular white paper with his finger. Energy burned from the tip of his finger as he drew with careful precision. He tossed the Charms into the air, the glyphs for bird and servant glowing as it floated upright for a second. The Charms quickly folded themselves into a bird-like shape and fluttered around in the air for a few seconds before hovering in front of his face. "Scout around the area." He ordered. The paper birds nodded before flying towards the purple miasmic aura, each one spreading out and flying in a different direction. "Garuban, do you detect any barriers?" he asked, raising his arm up towards the miasma, as he walked forward. The dragon carved onto the bracelet opened its mouth. A beam of light shone from its jaws like a searchlight scanning the area. "Nothing so far. But the ambient magic around the building seems to be gathering around the top of the building." "Like a blast?" "No. More like....a bridge...or perhaps a portal." "Fuck." Muttered Ray, someone had already begun to cast a summoning spell. And judging from the maelstrom of Mana in the area, it was a powerful one. Most likely one used to summon a demon. Usually lesser demons were capable of breaching the gaps in veil between the Human World and the Nether World. However larger demons It made sense, reaching into the Netherworld to bring a powerful demon into the Human World usually required a huge amount of Mana. More than most humans usually had available to them. Even if some idiot, or a group of idiots, had managed to summon a demon of any sort into the human realm, they would have exhausted their Mana reserves and would be unable to bind the demon to their will. Leaving them to be eaten and for the demon to run wild until a hunter or shaman would be called in to send it back or put it down. Drawing ambient Mana provided by outside sources, such as the Blood Moon, was the best option when attempting to summon a high caliber demon into this plane of existence. The energy produced by the light of the Blood Moon would provide enough ambient Mana within the environment to do a number of devious things. That was why tonight had been an especially busy night for him. Already he had slain three werewolf gangs, stopped two minor rituals and killed countless demons attempting to enhance their powers by absorbing the energy of the moonlight. Even worse had been the previous month's events preceding the coming of the Blood Moon had left a great amount of residual energy within the city's boundaries. Several violent murders, angry police protests, the annual Gay Pride Parade followed by a huge amount people partying. All of these things had left a huge amount of ambient emotional energy within the atmosphere to go along with the light of the Blood Moon. It was almost as if it was planned. "My orders didn't mention anything about a summoning." Fighting a warlock was one thing. But fighting a demon would be way more difficult. "Are you sure you'll be able to handle this?" asked Garuban. "If needed, the Organization can send Numbers 5 and 8 to back you up." "Shut up Garuban, have you forgotten who I am?" growled Ray sounding slightly annoyed. The damn bracelet was always going off about how he would constantly bite off more than he could chew. Always claiming that he had seen too many Hunters get killed because they got too reckless during a hunt such as this one. "We need to hurry." "Right, right. Apologies. The energy is starting to reach its peak, any more waiting and we won't be able to stop the ritual." Replied Garuban. "We wouldn't want another Colorado Springs situation do we?" "No, of course not." Ray said quietly, his hand strapping the sword tightly to his back. "Let's get going." As if sensing the sudden urgency of the situation, the paper birds returned in a hurry and began to flutter all around him. Ray quickly took out a small metal lighter the size of a kiwi fruit, runic patterns carved throughout the entire lighter. He lit the lighter with a flick of his wrist and burned each of the paper birds with a brilliant flash of blue flames. "Now." Ray said. "Show me what you've seen. The fire mixed with the Paper Charms each tiny inferno forming a luminescent image of a building surrounded by purple mist, each moving image taken from a different angle and distance than the last. The birds had done their job well. He looked through each image, taking every detail into account, the Seals placed around the building to keep out intruders, the Runes carefully spray painted on each side of the building would be used to enhance the caster's magical abilities. Additional runes were painted in order draw in and attract ambient mana in the atmosphere like a magnet. This was the work of no amateur. Whoever was behind this had considerable knowledge in the field of Spell Casting and Magical Theory. Off the top of his head, there were only a few people in the world with the power and expertise capable of casting and enhancing a spell of such magnitude, and they were amongst those working for the Thirteen, the ones who had given him his orders. He took a minute to analyze the surrounding area of the building. Taking into account every detail. Robed and hooded spellcasters sat cross legged on each of the building's four corners and on the roofs, joining their powers together in order to strengthen the power of the barrier spell around the building. That was when his eyes widened in shock when he saw the mana beginning to swirl around the top of the building like massive leviathans swimming in the ancient depths of the Nether World's ocean. Maiden of the Red Moon He was already too late. **** He stifled a groan from underneath as his hands gripped the golden hair of the Vessel. She was so beautiful. An angel. An angel, who was on her knees desperately sucking his cock like some sort of an expensive whore. He smiled at her, affectionately stroking her cheek as she ran her tongue up and down the length of his cock. Such an amazing cocksucker she was, never breaking eye contact, always spending enough time on each part of his manhood. Alternating between light sucking with her mouth and running her tongue along his length. He had truly chosen well. She would make an excellent Vessel for his mistress. One of the Tributes, an exotic woman with dark skin and bright eyes, moaned while she twisted and pulled at her nipples. Already eight had succumbed to the pleasures of their lust burning away into dust while their spirit was absorbed into the girl closest to her. He watched as another raven-haired tribute, slender, pale and covered in tattoos, desperately rubbed her clit with her fingers. She threw her head back causing her long black hair to sail through the air as she began to moan in ecstasy until her entire body shook with the force of a powerful orgasm her mouth open in a silent scream as she came. As she began to cum, her body began to break apart into ash and dust as if it were made of sand and dust rather than flesh, blood and bone. The tattooed Tribute left nothing behind other than an ethereal blue specter, a soul, in her place, a ghostly reflection of what remained of the tribute. The specter was quickly sucked into the body of the Tribute pinching at her nipples as if being pulled by some invisible force. The Tribute's eyes shot open and suddenly her moans grew louder and more intense, her fingers immediately drifted down to her cunt, which had suddenly, began to drip with the juices of her lust. Long slender fingers, the color of cocoa, were immediately inserted into her pussy and she began to finger herself at a frantic pace Now nine had fallen. He smiled as he watched another Tribute on the other side of the circle quickly come to climax, her soul sucked into the closest tribute, a short haired Asian, who fell to the ground, one hand between her legs to rub her clit, her other hand being her back to caress the rosebud of her anus. Another one had just joined together with her sisters. Such was the nature of the Lust Ritual. Thirteen women were needed, twelve as tributes, the thirteenth to serve as the Vessel. The tributes would give into their lust under the light of the Blood Moon, as each women climaxed their souls would merge into the next tribute absorbing their soul, their memories, their knowledge and most importantly their lust, until all twelve souls were united. The souls would then be transferred into the Vessel's body while being fucked by the spell caster, himself. Once the Vessel achieved orgasm, the thirteen souls, twelve tributes, one Vessel, would unite and bring forth the rebirth of Ishtar. The spirit of Ishtar would enter into the Vessel's body, combine with the thirteen offered souls and transform it into her new body. "Do you see that young child?" he whispered watching as the Vessel licked at his balls. He gently stroked her hair as she took one of testicles jewels into her mouth and gently sucked. Her eyes were pools of lust, her hand rapidly running up and down the girth of his member in a desperate attempt to get him off. He nearly chuckled at her attempt. It would take much more than that to make him cum. He would need much more than that. "Your sisters are giving in to their lusts. Their bodies and souls becoming Ishtar's very power." She took his shaft back into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down his length. "Soon it will be your turn to join them." He stroked her cheek affectionately and smiled at her. Another very human emotion for him to feel. A loud howl of ecstasy reverberated through the room quickly followed by the sounds tof another tribute, a voluptuous blonde woman, absorbing the combined souls of her sisters. That one would soon follow. That was another effect of the ritual, as each soul was absorbed into the next tribute, their lust was amplified allowing the new tribute to reach climax quicker thus speeding up the speed of the ritual even more. The Blonde Tribute quickly grabbed one of her sisters, an East Indian woman with deep brown skin and long silky black hair, by the back of her head and pulled her into a passionate kiss. Their lips mashing together as their tongues intertwined in a passionate waltz of lust and desire. They continued to kiss, the Indian Tribute slowly making her way down to the Blonde's body, kissing, nibbling, and licking the smooth surface of her flesh before diving in between her legs and eating her cunt eliciting loud moans of pleasure from the Blonde. Energy began to swirl above them. Once the souls of the Tributes were unified, they would congregate into the Vessel's body as it was being fucked allowing by the GateKeeper, himself. Upon climax, the union of the GateKeeper and the Vessel filled with thirteen corrupted lust filled souls and empowered by the energies of the Red Moon would summon the soul of Ishtar from the Netherworld into the body of the Vessel. The soul of Ishtar would transform the Vessel's body into a more...suitable form for a being of such divine grace and power. He returned his gaze to the Vessel, who was still devotedly tending to his raging erection, her tongue licking his balls as his shaft rested on her face. A pale hand rapidly stroked the length of his manhood as she took one of his balls into her mouth and gently sucked. The Vessel's eyes bore just the slightest hint of jealousy that he was paying attention to someone else. "Tell me little one. Are you wet? Do you want to be fucked until you scream with ecstasy? Until you're nothing more than a mass of quivering lust?" he said as he tangled his fingers around her hair and began to fuck her mouth. Impaling her throat with his full girth and fully exiting before driving his length back into her oral cavity. "TELL ME!" The Vessel nearly gagged from the blows from his cock into her throat. He held her there as with both hands, smirking as she began to choke, hands slapping against his thigh, signaling that she couldn't breathe. He quickly freed his cock and the Vessel coughed and quivered as she sucked in air. Her face looked like a muddled tapestry of precum, saliva, smeared eyeliner and ruined make up. Words attempted to gargle out of her mouth amidst the assault on her throat as he continued to face fuck his slut. All around him, the Tributes being sacrificed, the Vessel being offered, the runes and pentagrams drawn into the floor, even the building itself, he had prepared all of it for the sake of Ishtar. The soul of the final Tribute entered her body in a flash of brilliant light. The Vessel's eyes suddenly darkened with lust, her hands grabbing at her tits, pulling and twisting at the nipples. He smiled before he gave her one last thrust into her throat and dislodged his cock from her oral cavity, chuckling as she coughed and gagged, struggling to find her breath. He turned her around and positioned his cock towards the sopping wet entrance of her cunt. He gave her perfectly toned ass two hard smacks on each cheek eliciting yelps of surprise from her. "Do you want it, slut?" he sneered admiring the two red marks that began to form on the pale white flesh of her ass. "Yes...I need it. Please master." Moaned the Vessel. "PLEASE!" He grinned, his manhood was so erect that it was almost painful. He needed to fuck and soon. But it was far too early for him, not when he had her under his control like this. Not when he had been celibate for so long. He needed to enjoy this. To enjoy dominating her and making it clear who was in control. The Vessel was merely an appetizer before he would devour the main course, Ishtar. Hands quickly found their way to her legs and pulled hard. The yanking of her legs out from under her and caused her to cry out in surprise as she fell onto her stomach. He quickly flipped her onto her back and held her legs open with a firm grip allowing her perfect ass to rest on his chest. Lust and desire, how very human of him to feel such base primal emotions... He quickly stood up, hoisting her up in the process. He held her up easily like she was some sort of rag doll. The Vessel gasped loudly when his tongue grazed its way up the thin lips of her pussy flicking at her clit as it completed its journey upwards. Her hands quickly found their way to her mouth almost to keep herself from screaming out in pleasure as he continued to eat at her womanhood. Her legs rested on his shoulders as he held her up to the sky. A tribute to the Blood Moon. A tribute to Ishtar. The juices on her womanhood flowed like a torrent drenching his chin with her lust. He continued to eat at her cunt until he felt a sudden stream of liquid spray out from her pussy showering his face in her juices accompanied by a long howl of pleasure. A squirter. How rare. A pleasant surprise to say the least. Slowly he flipped her around in mid air before carefully lowering her back down to her legs. The Vessel stood on shaky legs, gripping him tightly in order to prevent herself from falling. Her hair frayed and messy, her eyes glassy and distant, her breath coming out in pants as she attempted to regain her mental footing. She was so beautiful. He grabbed the back of her head, fingers tangling into her blonde hair as he pulled her in for a kiss, smashing his lips against her and forcing his tongue into her mouth. She responded in kind, allowing her tongue to intertwine with his. Soft silky hands quickly found their way down to his manhood and began to stroke it earnestly causing him to groan loudly into her mouth. He bit into her mouth drawing blood and tasting iron. She cried out in surprise but continued her desperate stroking of his cock. He needed her. Now. Hands guided her back down to her knees, her eyes pleading with him to take her. He smirked before diving into her rear, his face smashing against the firm globes of her ass. His tongue furiously lashed out against her pussy, soaking his face further in her juices. Delicious, it had been so long since he had indulged himself in such debauchery. Finally he stood up and readied his cock. There was no need for him to take her face-to-face like a lover. She was anything but. He admired her gorgeous form. Lying face first against the floor panting loudly and desperate to catch her breath, her inner thighs slick with the juices of her lust, her womanhood red, swollen and dripping her rear on full display, she looked like some sort of angel that had given into the most primal of emotions. She was so beautiful. He lined his manhood against the entrance of her pussy, allowing the tip of the head to push into the entrance of her cunt. She moaned loudly in response to the intrusion. With a smirk of approval he drove the full girth of him into her eliciting a scream of pleasure from the Vessel as she arched her back to his trust. Tight. She was so damn tight. The Vessel arched her back in pleasure and moaned loudly as he began thrusting into her. 'Soon.' He thought soon with a pleasant. The silky warmth vice of her pussy was almost too much for him to bear. Almost. He began to move his hips in a fevered assault of lust and impatience eliciting even louder moans from the vessel. "Soon" **** Lisa. No the Vessel. She was no longer Lisa, screamed as her Master's cock entered her most intimate of places. Thirteen months. It had been thirteen months since she had first taken her vow of celibacy in order to prepare for this ritual. It had been thirteen long months since her last fucking. Abstaining from even masturbation had been the hardest commitment she had ever taken since entering the coven. But it was all worth it. All so Master could fuck her on this night. "Oh goddess yes Master!" she moaned loudly as he continued his assault, fucking her pussy with long hard strokes of his cock The rank smell of sex and lust filled the air accompanied by the rhythmic sound of flesh striking against flesh. The feeling of his hard cock inside her, the way his hips smashed into her ass as he drove his length further and deeper into her with each stroke. It was almost too much for her to bear. It felt so good. Master was joining with her! "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! PLEASE" It had been so long and she had gotten so aroused from watching her sisters indulge in each other. She had gotten so wet watching the other girls pleasure themselves into oblivion that she nearly came the minute Master's cock speared into her. She was so close. She could feel the lust from her sisters within her, stirring her, making the pounding she was receiving all the more intense. Electricity ran through her body and she felt a haze of pleasure overrun her as Master continued to slam his deep cock into her. Her nerves were on fire, her mind was in a haze. She could feel every inch of his cock. The fat bulbous head, the thick vein, the loose skin, she was aware of every part of it as it continued to move inside of her. Goddess it had been so long. Being celibate for so long must have returned her pussy back to its virginal state. Master's cock felt so big. It was almost too much for her to bear. Close, she was so close. "No, hold it in. Enjoy the pleasure." Whispered a voice in her head. "Make him feel good too." She didn't understand why, but she suddenly felt compelled to obey. She began to push back against Master. Timing his thrust with her pushes. She was rewarded with a low groan of pleasure from master. The pleasure built up more and more reaching a brilliant crescendo within her. So close. "Not yet." Whispered a voice from the darkness, the voice sounded warm and melodic invoking warm memories and a relaxing feeling from within her. She felt hands grabbing her chest. Expert fingers quickly found their way to her tiny pert nipples, pinching and pulling at them skillfully, sending new waves of pleasure directly into her brain. "Oh goddess..." she moaned arching her back upwards until her back pressed against his muscular stomach and chest. She felt his hand cup her face and turned her face pulling her in for a messy tongue filled kiss. "Don't come yet." Whispered the voice again, who was that speaking to her? "Suck his cock. Taste yourself on him." She slowly pushed Master off of her, giving him a seductive smile as she did so. The angry purple organ exiting her womanhood with a loud slurping sound as she felt the organ dislodge from within her. She felt empty and unfulfilled without his cock inside of her. "Suck his cock. Don't use your hands." Said the voice. It sounded so pleasant, like pure music. She listened to the voice and took Master into her mouth once again, tasting the combination of their juices. Salty and tangy; a taste that was almost intoxicating to her. The smell of sex and the taste of cum, it was all almost too much for her to bear. She ignored the voice and began to pump her hands as she sucked his cock. Her hands moving with her head as she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth. She had always been such a great cocksucker, even before she entered the coven. Back when she was Lisa. "Deep throat him." Whispered the voice, so melodic, like a beautiful orchestra. She quickly let go of his cock and took a deep breath before sinking her head down onto his length choking slightly as the cock entered her throat. "Keep it there. Hold it." Master groaned loudly as his hands quickly found their way to the back of her head. Gripping her hair tightly as he struggled to keep her there. Her lungs burned for air. But she kept it in, until he pulled her away. She gasped for air before divine down onto his cock again. Happy to have it in her mouth and enjoying the feeling of it going down her throat. "Get on top of him and ride his cock." Whispered the voice, who was that speaking to her? "Make him feel good too." She ignored the voice and dove in and sucked, tasting the mixture of her juices with his precum. Delicious. She continued to suck furiously using her hand to stroke his cock as she gave him the blowjob of his life. "Ride his cock!" Screamed the voice. Reluctantly she disengaged her mouth from his cock, giving him one more lick up the thick vein on the underside of his cock eliciting a loud moan from him. She kissed her way up Master's chest, taking the time to admire the fine firm curves of his abs and the tattoos littered throughout his body. She continued to run her tongue up his body until she reached his chest, taking a brief moment to suckle on his nipples before she lightly pushed him onto the ground. Carefully she straddled Master, positioning the length of his cock at the entrance to her cunt. The fat mushroom capped head of his cock stretching her labia slightly as she slowly lowered herself down. "Hurry, sit on his cock!" screamed the voice in her head. It's voice getting louder, more desperate. She gasped loudly as the cock fully entered her depths. She continued to lower enjoying the moans from Master as the cock continued its journey inside of her. Finally she bottomed out and began move her hips back and forth with reckless abandon. Master's hands quickly snaked their way up her leg and grabbed at her ass, squeezing the firm flesh of her well-toned bottom. Groaning as she continued to fuck him, "Do you like that Master?" she cooed. "Do you like the way I ride your cock?" Master groaned loudly as she continued to ride him. Enjoying the feeling of once again being filled with her "Oh Goddess it feels so good." She moaned, "It feels so good to have you inside me. I'm your favorite aren't I? Ooh say that you want me Master? Say that you want me." Her words must have gotten to Master as he tightened his grip on her ass and began to strongly buckle his hips blasting his cock as hard as he could into her cunt. Rapid strikes into her "AHHH!" she screamed from the repeated blows of his cock into her. Almost there, she was so close. Master continued to fuck her furiously. His hips smashed themselves into her ass with each blow; filling the room with the sounds of flesh striking against flesh. This continued on until he let out a loud roar of pleasure, his cock convulsing inside of her as he came hard. The feeling of Master's cum squirting into her pussy was too much for her to bear causing the flood gates to shatter triggering her own orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure burst throughout her entire body "YES!" screamed the voice in her head. Suddenly everything started to go white. That was when the glass ceiling above the room shattered and a man in a long black trench coat fell through. *** Ray landed hard on his feet, slashing at a spear carrying guard as he hit the ground. The guard screamed as he burned away into ash and dust. Spirit Steel tended to have that effect on Lesser Demons. The sacred aura emitted by Spirit Steel always proved to be too much for the bodies of Lesser Demons to handle. Late. He was too late. His Third Eye was open and with it he was able to pierce through a demon's human disguise and see them for what they truly were. The guards looked human, but he could see past the illusion. He could gaze their true appearance. Lanky skeletal like demonic creatures, with short wings and two bull horns that pointed upwards. The stuff of nightmares. He did a quick scan of the room. He could already see the demonic energies swirling around the girl lying at the center of the altar like a violent maelstrom of chaos and lust. The girl laid on the ground convulsing and moaning as the energies began to pool around her. She laid on top of a naked man wearing a mask desperately moving her hips back and forth in a final attempt to feel pleasure; the poor fool was most likely the sacrifice used to summon the demon. At least he went out with a bang. Maiden of the Red Moon He slashed low at an oncoming guard, the Lesser Demon tripped as his feet separated from the rest of his body, burning away into gray powder. He immediately stabbed the demon through the back and slashed outwards at another demon. Ash and dust filled the room as he continued his assault, slowly making his way through the center altar. The Lesser Demons' numbers were endless and had long shed their human guises in favor of their true forms. Their lanky skeletal bodies with long arms and jagged claws casting wicked shadows upon the wall as they charged at him. Desperately trying to overwhelm him with their numbers. They died screaming. "Garuban, how do I interrupt the ritual?" "You can't! The portal's too big now! The demonic spirit is beginning to transmigrate from the Netherworld!" shouted Garuban. "You need to destroy the Vessel!" "The Vessel?!" "The woman!" "Got it!" yelled Ray, he took a leap of fate slashing at two Lesser Demons that jumped out in front of him, they screamed as they burned away into oblivion. He soared through the air, sword pointed forward in a stabbing stance. The Wasp Strikes at the Intruder. The women saw his sword at her with her changing blue eyes that widened in shock. "Forgive me." He whispered. He closed his eyes. Ray stabbed forward expecting to hear the sound of Spirit Steel piercing flesh. Instead the sound of steel meeting steel filled the air. He opened his eyes to see a tall man standing robed, holding a long thin black sword that seemed to suck in whatever light was in the room. "A Spirit Steel sword? That's impossible." Gasped Ray as he resumed his fighting stance. The man under the masked seemed to smirk before he charged forward attacking in a flurry of slashes that Ray barely managed to block. The sheer strength behind each of his swings was astounding. It was like fighting a giant. "Shit, who the hell are you?!" grunted Ray, pressing his sword against the man's. A kick to the gut sent him flying against the wall. "Disgusting Demon Hunter, how you dare disrupt my ritual." growled the Masked