Make An Offering

"Why all this?" Lois wondered aloud.

"They...they say," Rat choked. "That you gotta leave an offering of yourself. To get a blessing."

"Yeah?" She eyed the goth in the dim light.

Lois could see the the goth sweat, and from more than just the rising heat. Her eyes were drawn once again to those stains on his pants where she'd wiped her hand after his ejaculation. The goth looked younger now, and scared. His lips worked, almost as if in a prayer, and Lois felt drawn to them...

Rat did not shrink back as Lois' right hand found the middle of his chest; did not resist as he was pulled him closer to the shrine, right before the idol. She began to bite at his neck, playful little nips. Her left hand reached around and unzipped his fly. Let his meat fall out, dangle in the open. "Stroke it, Rat." She said, as she pulled his balls out of his pants. "I want to see you."

He did. Right hand grasped his cock and began to shift, in quick shuddery strokes. The goth was only half-hard, still spent from before.

Her hand came down, a heavy smack that could have raised a welt on a child's ass. Rat's eyes bulged, but the dick grew hard almost instantly. She could see the imprint of her slap on the pale shaft, the swollen purple of the head around the polished chrome ring that pierced it. "Better," she said. "Now stroke."

His knuckles shuffled. She put a hand on his wrist, began to guide him. Slipped behind him, like she had done in the club above, and pressed her chest into his back, ground her hips against his ass. Her left hand reached around and slid down, to pull out and fondle his balls as she helped him masturbate.

"Do you like this, Rat?" she asked. "Do you like it when women...do things to you? Tell you what to do?"

He mumbled an affirmative, and she ran a slow finger around the soft skin of his taint. "But you like it better when I do thinks for you, don't you Rat? Is that what he want?"

The goth nodded, and Lois slipped around from behind him, handed him the camera. She got on his knees before him, still jerking his dick. She took his hand and guided it away, so that the penis bobbed gently in from of her. She buried her mouth at the root of his dick, on the left. Her tongue lapped at his balls as she breathed in his strong, manly scent.

She grabbed it in her hand, felt the blood-warm length of hardening flesh, let it grow. Her thumb played over the hard metal piercing at the head of his dick, slick with pre-cum. Lois began to stroke it.

She looked up at Rat, who had the camera on her. His eyes went back and forth between her and the phone, and the thought crossed her mind, briefly, that he might be recording this—but he had also said others were watching. She slipped her mouth around the head of his cock. It was warm, and she swirled her tongue around the intruding head, licked at the underside of the glans, felt the cold nub of the cock ring on her tongue. Her left forefinger circled the soft underskin of his taint—and then she pressed hard and her cheeks hollowed in at a sudden suction.

Rat had already cum only a few minutes earlier. Maybe he was backed up. Maybe he was a fast shot. When Lois felt him tense, she quickly drew her mouth off him and aimed the cock over her shoulder. A hot spray went past her ear, and she milked him until a few blood-warm drops dribbled on her shoulder.

She turned around and saw that Rat's cum had painted the idol...and the carved runes had begun to glow, a deep red from within.