Page 55 of Bloodmoon Ritual

He was tall and thin, and his face looked unfocused, the knife unsteady in his hand.

“Let’s see if this one survives.”

What was he on?

Another man came over, staggering almost, his eyes looking glazed and unfocused too.

They began to fight in front of me, loud, sloppy smacks on each other.

I trembled as I knelt on the ground.

Then suddenly I saw a pair of very big black shitkickers stop right in front of me.

Rhyder

My heart leapt with a mixture of relief and sick fear.

“How many people do you want me to kill today, Temperance? Because I will do it. As many as you want.”

My brother’s pupils were blown, but because he was so big the dosage hadn’t affected him like it did the other men.

His lips were moving in a prayer, and he knelt down closer to my level.

What did he plan to do with me?

A heavy cloud of smoke wisped over us, briefly hiding my brother’s face from me, and his big hand moved for me, closing around my chin and throat, holding me steady.

The smoke swept by and I saw him kneeling in front of me, the pupils blown but his eyes still focused.

In the years since I had been taken, I had wondered what Rhyder looked like now, how he’d changed.

He hadn’t changed at all. His beard was thicker, his blonde hair longer, his broad shoulders even wider and more intimidating.

But he still looked at me with that unnerving, all-consuming obsession, and I could only tremble and wait under it.

Rhyder bent and spit on my forehead, holding my chin so I couldn’t move as the liquid ran down my nose, falling onto my chin.

“In the name of the Holy One, Ever-Faithful, Rod of Judgment, Merciless, Soulcrusher,” Rhyder chanted, but the chill of fear I always felt at his mania was dulled by my drink, by the incense in the air all around us.

Instead, my skin seemed to heat as he spit on me, his saliva feeling like the only thing that cooled my inflamed skin.

“Let my righteousness cover her,”Rhyder prayed.

My tongue felt too thick to speak.

My brother stood to his full height and I stared up open-mouthed as he took his cock from his pants.

“Eyes on me,” he said. “I’m your master now.”

The smoke seemed to swirl sinuously around us, as I watched his thick cock above my head. He stroked it up and down, his hand moving from base to tip as I felt drool pool in my mouth.

His cock seemed to glow with an unearthly seraphic light, each thick vein pulsating and full, each one sending a throb to my own cunt.

It seemed to sing to me, call to me, his cock was a wicked temptation, and it was wrong for me to watch as the slick ran down my legs with need.

I was tied so tight that I couldn’t have escaped even if I had been strong enough to, and I only watched him with my eyes feeling like they burned in my head.

Rhyder was speaking the words so fast that I could barely distinguish each one in my incense-haze, his hand a rhythmic pump over his dick.

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