The Pagan

I was confident. That was my downfall. I delved into the old ways, the forgotten ways of real power. The power of blood and ritual.

At 3 am i began the ritual, a drop of my own blood in the center of the circle. Then the chant, old words in a language lost to all but a few. At 3:33 me efforts cane to fruition. Smoke filled the room, the heat of hellfire on my skin, the stench of brimstone.

I was too confident, my first ritual and i had tried to summon old nick himself. I had my desires, my needs. I wanted wealth, power. I wanted dominance in a world in which my gender didnt get to dominate.

As the smoke cleared i saw my folly. A bent a twisted creature. The body of a man, crouched on the floor like a spider, instead of feet it had another set of hands. It raised its head to stare at me. I was horrified, its eyes were dark as coal and as deep as the pits of the hell it came from. Then it screamed.

Any summoning is a battle of wills and with that scream i lost. It split my mind, pure piercing destruction of my psyche. When i could pry my eyes open again, it was gone from the circle.

Then a shadow on the ceiling, i was slammed against the floor as the hellbeast pinned me down. Its four hands ripping my clothes to pieces. It was too strong to struggle against. The sharp claws tipping its fingers cutting and scratching skin.

Against my bare belly, i could feel the creatures hot members swelling into full size. Two of them and bigger than any id had before. My scream as it penetrated was silenced by a long thick tongue that pushed itself into my mouth and throat.

For what felt like hours, it uses me. Splitting pain racked my body as its massive cocks stretched me. A burning pain as unnaturally hot dicks pumped gallons of hellfire cum into my abused cunt and asshole.

It left me like that, laying on the floor of my apartment. Scratched and torn all over. The slimey cum flooding out of gaping holes. The last thing i saw as smoke filled the room again was a the devil, greeting his loyal pet as it returned.

I made a mistake. Overconfidence led me to mess with powers outside natural control.

Old powers are blood and ritual, and my defilement was both.

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