Chapter 12 - The Unborn Ritual

From the Diary of Rayya:

We gathered the necessary herbs and ingredients. Other, lesser servants of my lord and lady brought them, and brought a sacrifice -- a trembling fawn. Qyrthago herself sacrificed it, and made a circle with the blood. Then she touched the severed neck to my belly, smearing it with blood and gore. She went to her lord and knelt before him, painting his face with stripes of blood, and cupping his balls, leaving them red and dripping as well. He looked on her with such tenderness that I felt a whisper of jealousy. 

Then the babe kicked at me, and I knew it was time. I lay down on my back in the middle of the circle, my legs open. Revyn knelt before me and placed a hand on my belly, his child. Slowly, gently, he introduced his cocks into me. The lower one slid into my asshole, while the other slithered inside my cunt. 

“Qyrthago. Lydia,” he called. They approached, and he indicated my bare breasts. “Drink her milk. Its effects are less pronounced, but it will help me seed you in the future.”

They did so, bending down, both naked and bloody, and sucked it from my breasts. The deep feeling of satisfaction filled me, relaxed me even further. Revyn fucked me slowly, stroking my belly. I should want to run, to fight, to free myself and protect my child. Then his demonic, prehensile cock pulled open my cervix, and I moaned. 

“Shhh,” he said soothingly. “I don’t know if this will hurt you, but I need to focus, so don’t scream until I’m done.”

He placed his hand on my belly, and it glowed red. The light went into me, illuminated the child, its tender skeleton, its half formed vascular system. Its beating heart, and its brain. Seeing it there, I suddenly wanted him to take it. His cock, a dark shadow, began to expel  something -- like come in thickness, but dark. It enveloped the form, and as I watched, slowly liquified it. 

As this happened, Qyrthago and Lydia continued to feed at my breasts. Lydia writhed as Qyrthago’s fist pumped her cunt. My mistress moved her hand down between my legs, and toyed with my slick clit. I rocked my body on Revyn’s cocks, loving the feeling of him inside my ass. As I watched, the last of the child’s bones melted away, and my belly was filled with thick dark liquid, illuminated by the fire of his hand. 

He pulled out of me, and lifted my ass in his hands. He put his mouth to my cunt and began to suck the liquid out me. In that instant, I knew that I would give him this every year for the rest of my fertile days. I pushed on my own stomach to give him more, weeping uncontrollably from the pleasure of it. He drank the remains of our child, black liquid staining his mouth, then reclined back on his haunches, gasping with the power of it.

His cocks both stood out from him, fully engorged and the size of my forearms. 

“Qyrthago,” he called. “Take me. Fuck me.”

She went to him. He pulled her down on to his cocks, tearing her open, making blood flow from her torn cunt. She cried out and struggled, but he slapped her across the face, and then spit into her mouth, expressing the black potion on to her tongue. It dripped down their chins as they kissed each other hungrily.


I gasped as Lydia went down before me, her eyes full of Revyn’s controlling fire. She sucked at my cunt, licking the last of what remained of the sacrifice. Through dimmed vision I watched as the outline of Revyn’s cocks strained through Qyrthago’s belly. He stroked her, stroked her cunt, squeezed her breasts as though milking them.

“Yes, darling. You love it, don’t you. Tell me you love me.”

“So love you,” she moaned, her head lolling back against his shoulder. 

“Open your mouth,” he told her. She obeyed, eyes watering. He let the black fluid drip from his mouth into hers. She drank from his mouth. When she came, she sprayed red. 

