Ritual

The inn’s dining room had been cleared of tables and chairs, leaving the wood bare. A light shone overhead, illuminating Mary’s ex-husband and some random man, who were lying in the center. They’d been tied up, **** and covered in black paint. Sigils and mystic circles all over their skin. The most prominent was a single line across their throats. A dagger rested next to their heads.

No other men were allowed in the room. The woman gathered along the walls, hidden in the shadows, moving and whispering. Outside the moon rose high into the sky, marking this as the longest night of the year, the winter solstice. I rested by the fire, watching the ritual take place with mild interest. As far as my plan went, this one was squarely in the ‘might be useful one day’ pile.

Mary and Sabrina emerged from a back room. Long flowing cloaks covered their skin and two **** attendants stood behind them with jugs. The room grew quiet as they approached the men, until only the sound of their feet could be heard. Mary stopped in front of her ex-husband while Sabrina took the random man.

With Sabrina’s nod the attendants kneeled and **** the men’s mouths open. A pink viscous liquid was **** down their throats, an aphrodisiac I’d made earlier. Even **** the men started to moan, and their members stood erect. Mary raised her hand and the woman started to sing, a hymn to Melanoche and Carnackias.

Mary and Sabrina straddled the men and started to pump. I felt dark forces start to gather as the men moaned. Mary and Sabrina stayed focused, eyes on the men’s faces and the daggers. The singing grew higher as the ritual progressed, until the men groaned, releasing their loads. Everyone fell silent as Mary and Sabrina grabbed the daggers, ending the men’s lives.

An inky blackness entered Mary and Sabrina, proof that they’d been accepted as acolytes of Melanoche and Carnackias. Like most level one classes it didn’t do anything for their stats or skills, just promised future power and advancement. Still, I’d get a bonus for protecting them now and there was no telling how far they’d take it in the future.

‘Man, what is with all this theatrical bullshit,’ I heard Carnackias’s voice enter my mind. ‘Just bend someone over and fuck them.

‘it’s your ritual,’ I thought back.

‘Bullshit. The singing was pointless, there was nothing stopping you from doing this earlier, and not only was the paint useless, you also made up most of those symbols yourself. who even was that other guy?’

'Some random ****. Sabrina left her friends and family behind when she fled the assasin's and has been keeping a low profile ever since. Since there wasn't anyone she cared about to sacrifice, I just grabbed a random guy.'

‘Personally, I found it all rather endearing,’ Melanoch chimed in. ‘The singing drew the other woman into the ritual, making them participate and the paint and solstice gave everything a hint of grandeur. An excellent first ritual.’

‘Ugh, boring. And I’m still not happy with how you’re using that monster cock. One round with that baby should leave woman quivering wrecks, not well satisfied and happy.’

‘Just because you can only enjoy painful subjugation doesn’t mean that’s true of everyone,’ Melanoche pressed.

‘Whatever you say, cereal masturbator.’

‘uncultured-’

‘Ladies,’ I cut in, ‘can we get down to business?’

‘Yeah, yeah, what do you want to know?’

‘has anything changed that would hinder my plans?’

‘No,’ Melanoche said, ‘the demon army is still using guerrilla tactics in the south to delay the hero. The north is being largely ignored, so if you keep things quiet no one will notice a thing.’

‘Good, for now I need to focus on getting stronger, then I can take over the village.’

‘Excellent, I’ll leave you to it,’ Melanoche said, and I could feel her presence leave my mind.

‘Carnackias,’ I said, before she could do the same.

‘What is it?’

‘I trust our deal is still good?’

She burst into laughter. ‘Yeah, just leave everything to me.’

Then her voice faded as well.

Mary and Sabrina approached me, having cleaned up after the ritual, and grabbed onto my neck.

“Master,” Mary whined, “I never want to do anything like that ever again. It felt so empty.”

“I trust your going to make it up to us?” Sabrina added in.

“Yes, yes, my needy little slaves. Let’s head up to my room so I can remind you why you serve me.”

They both shivered as I stuck my claws up their pussies.