Carnal Sacrifice

by Angelika Helsing

  Warm air washed over her naked breasts. Their sensitivity was achingly intensified, and she knew these were no longer her breasts alone. They were communal. Every nerve ending in her body burned with a shared sacrificial flame.

  Eyes closed, lips parted, Delaney relished the sensation of being borne aloft. The act itself was a prelude to possession. All she had to do, all that would be asked of her, was that she surrender to the urgency of her body. That she might actually die from the intensity of her pleasure crossed her mind, but it was a chance she had to take. No human female had ever channeled this much sexual bliss. There was no way to tell whether she would even survive it. All that mattered was that the curse be lifted from Jaden and his disciples, her village be saved, and that the spirits of the Inca dead experience the earthy delights that had been denied them.

  The vampires bore her up the stairs and then set her on her feet in front of Jaden. Passion emanated from him in waves. The Inca spirits surged within her, responding to his heat and his beauty. It was her hand and theirs that reached out to touch the softness of his hair, the hardness of his chest. Delaney had trouble now deciphering where she ended and they began. She, the living, and they, the dead, coalesced inside her flesh, and Jaden could sense their presence, she was sure. How strange, she thought. I will be making love to more men than just Jaden, and he will make love with more women than just me.

  Jaden unclasped the necklace and then untied her ceremonial cape. His eyes never left her face, not even when he slid the cape from her shoulders. With his strong, warm hands, Wolf removed her skirt. Delaney stood naked between two of the most beautiful men she had ever seen, both of them dark-haired as she was, their huge cocks straining toward her. Whatever admixture of maiden and woman she was now shivered with fear and desire.

  Both men watched her, their faces inscrutable but their hunger a palpable force. Wolf was the first to reach for her. They had planned the order in which they would take her, she knew. His hair fell in blue-black skeins to his waist. He traced her nipples with his fingers, bringing them to attention. The breath caught in her throat. He circled them again, pinched and then circled, plucking and teasing until wetness gathered between her thighs. He leaned in for a kiss, and her lips parted willingly to receive him.

  His tongue met her tongue while those talented hands continued their assault. Dimly, she saw Roark, Cade and Lucan ranging out around the sides of the bed. She wanted to know if Jaden was there too, but she found herself powerless to do anything except slide deeper into the kiss. Her body seemed to be controlled by a dial of ever-increasing amperage, and it was pointless to fight.

  Wolf slid one finger across her swollen clit, and she gasped. How slippery she was. His fingers brushed over her sweet spot, and then around it, tapping to bring it to even greater peak. Electric shocks flared inside her belly. Wolf seemed to be taking his time, testing her. Meanwhile, she grew wetter, and the tension coiled tighter. Now she was throbbing, and still he continued to torment her clit. He brought her closer and then stopped. He was toying with her, and the need it created made her want to do violence. Noises formed in her throat that sounded less than human.

  “What sort of man would make a beauty like you wait for what she wants?” he said softly. “You’re so wet, so ready. But still you fight me.”

  “No,” she protested.

  “You are impatient. You seek only your own release.”

  He stroked her again, light as a whisper. His thumb was insistent and brought her up quickly this time, leaving her panting. When he pulled his traitorous hand away, her own hand flashed out to slap him.

  Wolf caught it and gave her an unholy smile. “You will not be allowed to set the pace, my goddess. Don’t even try. We are the instrument. You are the vessel.”

  “You enjoy tormenting me!” she exclaimed, wincing beneath his hard grasp.

  With his other hand, Wolf cradled her face, but she wasn’t fooled. The tenderness was another way of showing her who was in charge.

  “I confess that helpless submission is a powerful aphrodisiac to vampires,” he told her. “You need to be gentled, like a mare. Ridden at a gallop until you bear the imprint of your master’s thighs upon you.”

  His words were delivered with a casualness that belied what she knew to be his true nature. His very name explained who he was, what he was: a wolf.

  “Gentling,” he said, pushing her back on the bed. “You need it, like all women of extraordinary sexual capacity.”

  Whatever it was, she admitted to herself hotly, she wanted him to do it. She had disjointed memories of Jaden grooming her for obedience, conditioning her to like it. Just the threat of being forced to walk the razor’s edge between pleasure and pain was enough to make her wet.

  Wolf loomed over her, black hair sliding over his muscled shoulders, his expression knowing and a little cruel. When Roark and Lucan and Cade reached across the bed to hold her down, she knew surrender was her only option. Not just surrender, but submission.

  Cade pinned her arms above her head while Roark and Lucan each captured an ankle. Their energy had a savage kick to it now. It was hungrier and more possessive. She knew they relished seeing her spread open before them. Was she afraid, or were those echoes of her maidens’ fear and fascination of the act itself?

  “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever made love to,” Wolf murmured as he ran his hands over her naked, trembling body. She glanced down and considered the size of his cock. Would she be able to take all that? Images flashed in her mind of her with the four of them at the watershed. Did that actually happen, or was she imagining it? She couldn’t corral her thoughts. Wolf’s cock was all rose tones with just a hint of purple at the straining head. It looked familiar, but she couldn’t be sure.

  He parted her labia and then ran his tongue across her clit. Her body went instantly rigid. Nerve endings screamed. He’d enslaved her without using even a hint of force. She felt the unspent tension mounting again, faster and sharper. She kicked feebly, but the vampires held her, forcing her to wait for the next expert pass of his tongue. Jaden stood a few feet from the bed. She could see him watching her with an expression of dark hunger.

  The urgency for release made her cry out in real need. “No, my beauty,” Roark said. “It is for us to decide when you come. The longer we make you wait, the better it will be.”

  “Please…” She struggled to free herself and was again subdued.

  Wolf produced a bottle of oil, poured a line of it between her breasts and all the way down to her swollen sex. His big hands slicked it over her breasts, pushing them together before using his thumbs on the sensitive tips. She whimpered, unable to bear it.

  Wolf cupped her sex, and a stream of incoherent words rushed from her mouth. The words were in Quechua. “Take me,” the spirits of the Inca maidens pleaded in her voice. “Give me the pleasure that is a woman’s pleasure.”

  Sweat ran down her sides. She trembled with the violence of her need, and knew then that she would do anything, agree to anything, if it meant release.

  He slid his thumb over her clit again, clearly gauging her reaction. She strained against the hands that held her. “Raise her legs,” Wolf commanded the others. With a practiced stroke, he lubricated his cock and then slowly worked it in until just the head disappeared, letting her adjust to his size.

  Unbidden tears streamed down her face, tears of joy and surprise. But now the breath shuddered out of him. It seemed, perhaps, that the slave had become the master. “That’s it, my goddess, let me fuck you.”

  He lengthened his stroke, and she tried to relax her muscles around the fullness. He filled every inch. Roark and Cade each took a nipple and worked it with their tongues. Pleasure wicked hotly to her sex. Wolf was pumping harder now. In the mirror, she could see his thick cock plunging and the muscles of his ass as they rippled and contracted. The tension built again, faster, with even grea
ter intensity, but the excitement of the Inca maidens heightened it a thousandfold. When Wolf reached down and brushed her clit with his thumb, she cried out. Her orgasm came rocketing before she’d had a chance to brace herself for it. Her body convulsed in one long paroxysm of ecstasy.

  “Oh yes,” Wolf said with harsh urgency. He drove his cock in deep, and another orgasm hit her like a wave of fire. It took her places she had never been before, not even in fantasies. Her cries turned to screams that felt as though they’d been ripped from her throat. The force of it made her limbs shake. She couldn’t stop coming. She couldn’t control when she came. Her body thrilled to sensations she had never imagined were possible, pleasure that hadn’t even existed until it had been wrung from her like a confession. Relentlessly, she was crushed in the grip of one orgasm after another, only dimly aware that she wasn’t the only one losing control.

  With an anguished cry, Wolf convulsed inside of her. He wasn’t even pumping now, could barely move because the head of his cock had swollen to such massive proportions. Her body wasn’t hers anymore. At some point during the frenzy, she had transitioned. She was truly a vessel now, and the carnal appetites of the spirits she channeled were nothing short of savage. She climaxed wildly as he flooded her.

  “Hold her,” Roark told Wolf as he relinquished his grip on her leg. She wailed as Wolf extracted himself. Inside her, a panther had been let off its chain. She could feel the power of it and knew that animal would bite and scratch and claw to get what it wanted. It made sense now why they had chosen to restrain her.

  Effortlessly, her lovers lifted her off the bed, waited for Roark to position himself beneath her, and then guided her on top of his engorged cock. He stretched her walls, a fullness that also pulled on her clit. Roark looked more relaxed now that he was inside her. His hands sought her breasts, rolling and manipulating her nipples between his fingers. She struggled to be free of her captors, to ride him as she liked, take her pleasure as she liked, but when Cade bent her over Roark’s chest so her ass was offered and exposed, she gave a low moan.

  “Oh yes, goddess,” Cade told her. “Any woman who has been doubly penetrated develops a strong taste for it. One might even say a craving.”

  The spirits of the Inca dead rampaged inside her in their insatiable lust for more. Now that they could feel again, now that they were spirits made flesh, they had overcome their shyness. She didn’t just sense their impatience; she embodied it. Whatever her vampire lovers wanted to do to her, she knew the spirits that inhabited her, that drove her, would make sure she never had a chance to say no.

  She felt Cade’s hands spreading her cheeks. Still impaled on Roark’s cock, she arched her back. Some part of her remembered this, the dark, molten pleasure of two cocks simultaneously.

  But Cade was apparently doing the honors for someone else. In the mirror, she watched Lucan take the bottle of oil and anoint his cock. It jutted like a tusk. He handed the oil to Cade, who trickled it down her backside before feathering it out a little, kneading her muscles and working the oil into them. Delaney closed her eyes, transfixed by the sensation of those strong hands. Once, twice, they circled the puckered, tender flesh that Lucan waited to breach, but went no farther. Her sex contracted in anticipation. Were they going to torture her again?

  “I see how badly you want it,” Cade said. “It surprises you, doesn’t it, how good it feels, how quickly pain becomes pleasure?”

  Roark brushed the hair away from her face. She realized she was panting. “I’m going to hold you open,” he said. “It might scare you a little. You won’t be able to control the depth of his penetration. And make no mistake. Lucan is going to enjoy the tightness just as much as I did. It’s all I think about, our night by the watershed.”

  She felt his hands skim her waist and then settle on her bottom. True to his word, he spread her open while Lucan gave an impatient growl. Then an oiled finger slid inside her. Deliriously, she dragged her gaze to the mirror. Focused on his task, Cade eased one finger in and out in order to lubricate her more thoroughly. The perverse sensuality of it made her shudder.

  “Our goddess is more than ready,” Roark said in a strained voice. “If she keeps squeezing me like this, I won’t last much longer.”

  The spirits of her Inca sisters swirled up inside her, avid with need. Was this what it felt like to be possessed? She didn’t know. But the line between her and not-her was getting fuzzier. Delaney would have feared a double penetration, even if she craved it. Now she could barely keep herself from begging Lucan to fuck her ass.

  He fitted himself at the entrance. She closed her eyes, waiting, while he worked his way in. Pain sparked along each neural pathway, but it was a pain that melted into sharp, exquisite pleasure. With masterful control, Lucan penetrated her deeper, and the kink of forced subjugation drove her mad.

  The fullness was nearly unbearable. It was difficult keeping her eyes focused, but she trained them on the mirror where Lucan worked his huge tool inside her in long, slow strokes. The time it took her to reach orgasm was nothing now. Already she could feel the tension gaining strength and teeth and force. Roark could feel it too, because he groaned.

  Being forced to take Lucan’s cock in her ass proved to be too much. Her climax smashed her into a million pieces. She screamed the scream of a wild animal as her sex squeezed Roark like a fist.

  Colors swirled in front of her eyes. She could no longer make out anything distinctly. Her reality was all sensory now: the throbbing insistence of her clit as it slid against Roark’s cock, the slap of testicles against her backside when Lucan thrust. Never had the opposing forces of helplessness and power been so sublimely distilled. Within her, the vortex of energy howled with insatiable fury. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her, tore her open, left her gutted and yet rapacious for more. She heard her lovers cry out as they plunged alternately, simultaneously, deeper. The high-pitched keening came from her, along with a stream of words in Quechua so ancient, she couldn’t understand what she was saying anymore.

  She saw visions. The brilliant robes of the Inca priests who chanted as they ascended the hill. The slate-colored sky. Her lips opening to receive the sacrament of coca leaves and the burning liquor. She was beautiful, and in that beauty she sensed the desire of the men. Immortality awaited her, but so did death. Surely, it was evil to fear such an honor, but tears sprang unbidden to her eyes. Through them, she watched one priest lift the rock he would use to smash her head in.

  Every orgasm that gripped her now felt like dying. She craved death, even sought it. It seemed like the natural continuation to her sexual ecstasy, the next way in. The man behind her gave a shout and spurted something hot inside her ass, which triggered another orgasm. She growled at him when he withdrew, but then a different man took his place. She couldn’t remember if the man had a name. All she wanted were the sensations he brought. He didn’t disappoint. He forced his tool in deep, where she needed it to be, and let the man underneath take his pleasure in her. That man thrust like a wild animal, bellowing when his seed shot out of him. She could feel it pouring into her as her own orgasm made her sex contract spasmodically, milking him.

  Now it was just one man. His thrusts were frenzied. The harder he pounded her ass, the harder she came. She needed no additional stimulation now, just that, just him. The men who had already given their seed still held her down, but in her mind’s eye, she could see this man’s jisp’ana driving into her puckered flesh again and again. She could feel how her beauty urgently stoked his desire. He said words to her she didn’t understand but could sense the meaning of. He thought he was losing her, that she had gone away, but how could that be? She was right here, racked by the never-ending climaxes his thrusts gave her. There weren’t even lulls between her climaxes anymore, just a continuous onslaught of ecstasy.

  Death awaited her like a kind elder. She could see it beckoning to her with a gaunt hand, encouraging her to accept t
he gift of eternal bliss and the peace that surpasses understanding. Her heartbeat quickened with joy.

  Jaden watched Cade, the last of Delaney’s sacred lovers before him, climax wildly. But he knew it wasn’t Delaney anymore. She was losing strength and the will to live. He sensed it even without the mind link, but now that it was his turn to take his pleasure with her, he could finally establish the connection. He let his intuition range out. With a feeling akin to panic, he searched and searched but couldn’t find her. Inside the woman he loved were too many spirits all clamoring at once, rioting for another chance to feel the life that had been denied them. He nearly sobbed her name but knew there was no time to lose.

  He tried the mind link again. “Delaney.”

  He practically wrenched Cade away from her, and then rolled her over so he could see her face. She lay inert as a doll. Her warm hair spilled over his arms as he moved her higher up the bed. He pressed his ear to her chest to check for a heartbeat. It was there, faintly. Her eyes were closed.

  Jaden pushed her legs apart, positioned himself, and then let his cock sink deeply, sublimely inside her. She still looked like Delaney, yet beyond the spiritual possession, she was different, a temple goddess. He had just watched her being richly serviced by four of the most skillful vampires in the land, and had lusted for her himself to the point of intense pain, but he hadn’t expected to feel this sense of privilege. As his Redeemer, she was part of the divine mystical. But it was her human warmth, her human love, he sought with the fierce intensity of a man who had searched many lifetimes to find the woman of his dreams and was now desperately afraid she might be taken from him.

  As he had hoped, the spirits of the Inca maidens crowded near, curious about this new lover. He felt them reaching for him, exploring him energetically, passing into him through an area around his solar plexus and then slipping like playful eels around his cock. They left a blazing signature of longing in their wake. It burned, this longing, but he was counting on it to help keep Delaney alive. So he welcomed them, seduced them. And while he knew they couldn’t comprehend his words, they could certainly read his energy.