Page 46 of Bloodmoon Ritual

But the man only slapped me across the face and reached into his pants.

His cock was shiny, like it was coated with some kind of slippery slime.

Fuck, had he literally just come from sticking his cock in some other woman, and now I was expected to suck this cold cum off him?

Even though I knew it was unspeakably foolish to try to resist an unknown Congregant, I involuntarily shied away from him.

My action infuriated him so much that he grabbed a branch from a nearby tree, the dead wood snapping in two with a sharp, terrifying crack.

He wielded the branch directly at my face, and my arms only barely managed to shield myself, the branch landing hard on them.

“Are you trying to get away, you little whore?”

The man slapped my hands away and then pressed his cock to my mouth, and I felt the slime coat my lips as he brought the branch down on my shoulder.

Thank Allfather it wasn’t a very heavy one, but it still split the sleeve of my dress open.

I said nothing, knowing if I did he’d shove his cock in my mouth, but the pain made me crumple almost against the tree.

“Open your mouth,” he said. “Or I’ll split your face open.”

I was just about to obey as my skin crawled with revulsion, when suddenly his cock exploded in a wet red haze in front of me, small pink pieces splattering over my face.

Scrambling back, I fell against the tree trunk and screamed.

It was Rhyder.

The other Congregant began to scream, a high-pitched shrill noise, and Rhyder brought out his other knife, his powerful blow piercing the man’s chest and ripping through his ribcage.

If that wasn’t enough to kill him, my brother’s boot to his face certainly was, and I heard the man’s nose crack as he fell onto the ground, his body shaking as his lifeblood spilled out of him.

“Defiler,” Rhyder spat.

Then he turned to look at me, and I couldn’t help the raw thrill I got looking at him despite my terror.

It was a sick pleasure to feel the familiar power of his presence and with an unguarded throb in my voice I sobbed out his name.

“Rhyder!”

It was enough for him to immediately step away from the corpse and head toward me.

His eyes were gleaming with a very unholy zeal as he looked at me.

“You were only a few paces behind me,” he bit out, his blue eyes pinning me in place, flaming at me. “Why didn’t you call for help?”

“I-I don’t know. I was mad, I guess.”

It was such a weak excuse that my stomach instantly did flip-flops at the look on his face, the way he breathed through his nose, the way there was a slick sheen of sweat on his shirt.

“I told you to call for help,” he snarled, and I twisted to run, my legs getting tangled in my dress, but he grabbed the back of my skirt and hoisted me easily up in the air.

“You want some other man’s cock down your throat?”

“Want that creep’s cock down my throat? Of course not!” I yowled.

The dress rode up, exposing my pussy and ass as I tried desperately to yank it down over my body.

“It is dangerous for you not to obey me, Temperance.”

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