Not if you can help it

The massive cloaked figure if the dark lord turns toward you. He slides off his cloak. You realize that he has been hunched over the whole time. He stands fully erect over seven feet tall. His body is emaciated and his limbs are too long for a human being. His lips are thin and cruel. His face is gray and wrinkled. A pair of elegant black horns protrude four inches from his forehead. The flesh of his body seems gray, scarred, and almost rotting. He wears an ancient pair of black leather pants. Beneath the crotch something bulges and moves.

He steps toward you. He smells of **** and putrification. You ready yourself.

"Come my bride, a kiss?"

As he gets close enough to touch you, you swing your leg with as much power as you can muster. It collides with tremendous **** into his crotch. The moment your foot touches him you feel so odd, like some of your essence is slipping into him and some of his darkness is slipping into you.

You step back, acutely aware of thousands of undead eyes watching you lustfully. The thought of being fucked in front of so many is making you wet. Still the thought of him touching you is disturbing. You desperately look for an escape route as he approaches again.

He grabs you and pulls you into his embrace. He no longer smells bad, his scent is earthy and animalistic. His touch is slowly draining you, all the while his darkness is seeping in. He kisses you. It feels good. You push him away.

He steps back and smiles at you. You feel his power, you feel his desire for you. You smile a lascivious smile back. He slips off his leather pants.

Beneath them is an erect human like appendage. It is longer, fuller than any you have seen or even dreamed about. Then it moves. He can move his fuck stick like a monkey moves its tail.

He picks you up effortlessly, sits you upon the altar, and kisses you deeply. You return the kiss eagerly. You feel his member probing for your wanton sex. It slips in and you moan in ectasy. He begins to thrust. With each thrust he devours some of your soul and leaves behind some his own.

Soon you are meeting his thrusts, pushing him in deeper. You scream. "Fuck me!"

He thrusts and ungulates inside you. With a mighty scream you come. You feel the last of your light disappear into him. Like a star in the nights sky growing ever more distant. Moments later he comes. His darkness floods into you. So much darkness...

You open your eyes. You are face down on the shiny obsidian altar. You smile at the image, your image.