Vessel of the Demon God by Madelene Martin Page B

eyes to
stare at him. He wore a feral grin, his sharp teeth shining. It sounded like he
was laughing. She furrowed her brows, confused.
    "You
think I want your blood, little one?" The god purred. His sharp claw
stroked the underside of her chin, making her tremble.
    Idara
was alarmed. "Am I not worthy, my Lord? I am pure! I-"
    He
laughed again, louder, cutting her off. "No, no, my beauty." He took
his hand away, letting her head relax. And he looked up and down her body.
    She
could practically feel his eyes raking her flesh, devouring the sight of her.
Her breasts heaved, and the nipples hardened, as though responding directly to
his gaze.
    "I
can see that you are pure. And what loveliness." He reached out a hand and
ran it up her side, from her hip to her shoulder, brushing the side of her
breast very lightly.
    Idara
was confused, but before she could ask questions, Ashak-ves stepped toward her.
He took hold of her right wrist-chain, and she gasped as he snapped it in one
easy movement.
    Then
he took her hand, and turned her so that she was facing away from him, toward
the altar's edge. He put her wrists together against the altar and held them
there, one chained and one free. Then he pressed his body up against her. His
skin was hot, and she could feel the energy thrumming through him.
    The
god bent to speak close to her ear. "I don't need blood," he purred.
"I need a worthy vessel for my seed. And you... yes. You will do
nicely."
    Idara
gasped as he rubbed himself against her back, his phallus hard against her ass.
Pressed up against her, it seemed monstrous and huge. With this distraction, it
took a moment for her to process what he was saying. "You mean you're
going to-"
    "I'm
going to fill you with my divine essence."
    The
god growled, and bit her ear, and Idara yelped at the sudden pain. Closing her
eyes, she shuddered as he moved a hand up and cupped a breast.
    "You
will grow my child inside you." He informed her, curling his left arm
around her body to stroke the flat plane of her belly. "And he will grow
and be born, and deliver your people."
    He
breathed hot breath on her neck, then opened his mouth, licking and sucking her
tender skin, his teeth grazing her. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple and
squeezed her breast hard enough to make her wince.
    Idara
shook in terror and shock. She thought of the stories from the days when the
god had walked among men. He had been beautiful and fearful – tearing his
enemies apart with bare claws and devouring their flesh. Long after he had gone
away to his godly realm, the people still made regular blood sacrifices in
times of need, in order to bring him back.
    She
had been expecting to die here – to have her blood spilled, and for this to be
all over. Instead, this creature was going to have his way with her,
touch and take her the way no man had been permitted.
    And
she would carry his offspring. She would live with a reminder of this day,
carrying it inside her until she gave birth... to what? And would she even
survive such an ordeal?
    It was
too much.
    "Please..."
she whimpered, the words breaking free despite her best efforts to stay silent.
"Please, no."
    To her
surprise, Ashak-ves laughed again. "Oh, little one." He said,
nuzzling against her neck, and teasing her nipple. His left hand dipped lower,
stroking her mound, creeping between her legs. "This is happening ."
    She
tried to squeeze her legs together as his finger invaded her, his hand cupping
her sex as he began to slowly rub her clit. Idara arched her body as unexpected
pleasure radiated from his touch. She groaned, horrified and fascinated.
    "Do
not worry." The god told her, turning his attention to the other side of
her neck and biting her there as well. "You will be honored for all time
as the mother of a god."
    A tear
dripped from her eye, rolling down Idara's face. She could barely comprehend
what was happening. She felt so helpless. It was as though his touch and his
power hypnotised her, and pleasure