Wild Rites of Forbidden Flame 🔥
Lightning cracked outside the cabin window, splitting the sky like a vein bursting blue fire. Rain lashed the tin roof, a relentless drum that matched the pounding in my chest. I’d chosen this godforsaken spot in the woods for its isolation—no neighbors to hear screams, no lights to betray the glow of my circle. The air hung thick with incense, sharp pine and sulfur biting my nostrils, clinging to my sweat-damp shirt.
I wasn’t Alex the accountant anymore. Tonight, I was the architect of chaos, tracing sigils in goat’s blood on the oak floorboards. Months of scouring dusty tomes in back-alley occult shops, whispering to shadows that whispered back. All for her. Lirith. The one who’d promised dominion if I fed her the right vessel.
Chapter 1: The Summoning | Chapter 2: Flesh Unraveled | Chapter 3: Hunger’s Edge | Chapter 4: Depths Unleashed 💋 | Chapter 5: Eternal Pyre
Chapter 1: The Threshold Cracked
The chant clawed from my throat, raw and guttural. Words older than dirt, twisting my tongue. Candles flickered, wax dripping in slow, obscene trails. I’d prepped the vessel meticulously—a drifter named Lena, platinum hair cascading like a waterfall of sin, body honed from years dancing in dive bars. Plied her with whiskey in a roadside motel, her laughter husky as she stripped for the promise of cash and thrills.
Now she knelt in the circle’s heart, naked, eyes glazed from the herbs I’d slipped in her drink. Her skin glowed pale under the flame-light, nipples hardening against the chill. I could smell her fear-sweat mixing with the musk between her thighs. God, she was perfect. Full tits heaving, ass curved just right for gripping.
The air thickened, pressing on my lungs. A wind rose from nowhere, snuffing half the candles. Lena gasped, her body arching wild, back bowing like a drawn arrow. “Alex… what’s… fuck, it burns!” Her voice cracked, then deepened, layered with something feral.
Dark veins spiderwebbed her flesh, pulsing black. She clawed at her chest, nails raking red lines. Blood welled—smelling coppery, hot. With a wet rip, her sternum parted. Not a blade, no—just her own possession tearing through. Her scream echoed, animal and ecstatic, vibrating in my balls.
The husk slumped, crimson pooling sticky under her. Lirith rose from the ruin, steam hissing where blood met wood. Taller, sinuous, skin like polished obsidian shimmering with inner heat. Curves that defied gravity: hips swaying hypnotic, breasts high and heavy, nipples black pearls begging a suck. Hair a wild tangle of midnight coils, framing eyes like molten gold.
“You called, summoner?” Her voice slithered over me, velvet wrapped barbed wire. She stepped from the circle—bounds shattered like glass. The wild scent of her hit: jasmine scorched, pussy ripe and flooding.
My cock throbbed, tenting pants. Wards I’d etched held my mind steady, but fuck, the pull. I wanted to drop, worship that slick heat between her legs. Instead, I straightened. “Lirith. The pact. Power for flesh.”
She laughed, low and throaty, circling me. Fingers trailed my arm—electric, nails sharp enough to draw beads of blood. Tasting them off her lips, she purred. “Eager mortal. But first… seal it.”
The First Claim
Her hand dove to my zipper, freeing my aching length. Hot palm wrapped it, stroking rough. Precum smeared her skin; she licked it clean, savoring salt. “Wild seed for my wild hunger.”
I groaned, hips bucking. She shoved me back onto the ritual altar—a slab of stone dragged from the woods. Rough granite bit my ass through jeans yanked down. Lirith straddled, her opening—glistening void—hovering over my tip.
She dropped, impaling deep. Tight, scorching, rippling like a thousand tongues. I tasted blood biting my lip; heard her moans mingle with thunder. Her scent overwhelmed—sex and smoke. Touch: velvet vise milking me wild.
“Fuck… Lirith!” I thrust up, hands bruising her hips. She rode savage, tits bouncing hypnotic. Wild abandon in her gold eyes, nails carving my chest. Orgasm built fast, too fast—balls tightening.
“Give it,” she hissed, clenching. I exploded, ropes flooding her depths. She shuddered, milking every drop, body glowing faint crimson.
Panting, she dismounted. Cum trailed her thigh, steaming. “Pact sealed. Now, your rivals fall.” But her smile promised more hungers.
Chapter 2: Shadows in the Storm
Dawn broke gray, rain easing to mist veiling the pines. Lena’s husk crumbled to ash outside, wind-scattered. Lirith lounged on furs by the hearth, naked glory firelit. I brewed coffee strong-black, hands steadying with caffeine jolt. Wards hummed faint; her presence tested them constant.
“Your old life crumbles, Alex,” she murmured, legs parting casual. That slick warmth winked, still glistening my spend. “Call your brother. Marcus. The one who stole your firm.”
Marcus. Older by five years, broad-shouldered brute with salt-pepper hair where mine fell raven wild over brow. Corporate shark who’d backstabbed me out of the partnership. Now he’d feed her power. Flashback hit: childhood cabin trips, him shoving me into mud, laughing. “Weakling.”
I dialed. Voice rough from screams. “Marcus. Meet me. Woods cabin. Urgent.”
He arrived dusk, truck rumbling gravel. Tall frame filled door, eyes narrowing at Lirith—cloaked now in my robe, wild hair tamed to waves. “Alex? Who’s the slut?”
She uncoiled, robe pooling silk at feet. Marcus froze, bulge rising instant. Air thickened again, her glamour weaving.
“Enter,” she beckoned. He did, mesmerized. Door slammed shut—locked by will.
Brother’s Ruin
Lirith pounced, lips claiming his brutal. Hands ripped shirt, exposing hairy chest. Marcus growled, grabbing her ass—squeezing hard. “Fuck yeah. Alex, you share now?”
I watched, cock stirring traitorous. She dropped to knees, yanking his belt. His cock sprang thick-veined, mushroom head weeping. She swallowed whole, throat bulging, gagging wet sounds filling room. Slobber dripped chin; she hummed vibration.
“Shit… wild bitch!” Marcus gripped her hair, fucking face savage. Gurgles, slurps—saliva pooling floor. I stroked myself, jealous rage mixing lust.
She pulled off, strings connecting. “Your turn, brothers.” Pushed Marcus onto couch. Straddled reverse, ass cheeks spreading. Her hole winked dark; she sank, anal grip vise-like.
Marcus roared, hips slamming up. She beckoned me—mouth open, tongue lolling. I fed her my length, twin pistons claiming her. Tastes mingled: my pre, his musk. Her moans hummed around me wild.
We rutted frenzy. Her body clenched spasming—orgasms rolling. Marcus broke first, bellowing seed into her guts. I followed, flooding throat. She swallowed greedy, body igniting crimson.
Marcus slumped, veins blackening. “What… fuck…” Husk crumbled mid-gasp. Lirith licked lips. “Power swells. More?”
My heart raced wild. Power yes—but her leash tightened.
Chapter 3: City of Broken Vows
We ditched the cabin for the city, my sleek condo overlooking neon sprawl. Lirith glamoured human—brunette vixen in leather skirt, thigh-high boots clicking marble floors. Elevator hummed ascent; her hand palmed my crotch. “Next: Elena. Your ex. The betrayer.”
Elena. Redhead firebrand, curves lethal. Dumped me for promotion, leaked secrets. I’d tracked her to penthouse bar. Now, revenge pulsed hot.
Bar thrummed bass-heavy. Smoky haze, whiskey tang sharp. Elena at corner booth, legs crossed silk-dress slit high. Eyes lit seeing me—old hunger flickering.
“Alex? God, I’ve missed—” Lirith sidled, glamour fading tease. Elena’s gaze devoured her. “Who’s this?”
“New flame,” I lied. Drinks flowed. Lirith’s foot teased Elena’s calf under table, climbing. Elena flushed, thighs parting unconscious.
Back at mine—penthouse velvet-dark. Lirith shed glamour full. Elena gasped ecstasy-mixed terror. “Demon… beautiful…”
Trio’s Inferno
Clothes shredded frenzy. Elena’s tits freed—pink nipples pebbled. Lirith suckled hard, teeth grazing. Elena mewled, fingers plunging her own cunt—wet schlicks audible.
I claimed Elena’s mouth, tongue-fuck deep. Tasted her lipstick cherries. Lirith positioned: Elena ass-up, face buried in demon’s heat. Licking fervent—slurps, moans. Lirith’s wild eyes locked mine. “Take her.”
I slammed home, Elena’s pussy velvet flood. Gripping hips, pounding brutal—skin slapping echo. She screamed into Lirith’s folds, vibrations drawing demon gutturals.
Lirith fingered Elena’s ass, prepping. “Switch.” I pulled out slick; plunged Elena’s rear. Tight ring yielded, gripping fire. She bucked wild, orgasming screams muffled.
Lirith mounted her back, grinding clit on spine. I thrust deep, feeling Elena shatter—juices squirting thighs. Climax hit; I pumped seed deep bowels.
Elena collapsed, convulsing. Black tendrils spread. “No… please…” Final plea gasped. Ash sifted carpet.
Lirith nuzzled me. “Closer to godhood. Feel it?” Power thrummed veins. But guilt flickered—wild, unbidden.
Chapter 4: Depths Unleashed 💋
Nights blurred ritual orgy. Lirith’s appetites endless; mine warped match. New prey: cult remnants from old mentor’s circle. Flashback: mentor’s tower, him whipping acolytes bloody for power. I’d fled, vowing better.
Now, warehouse lair. Dim bulbs buzzed, concrete cold feet. Five left—tattooed zealots, cocks hard anticipation. Lirith center, nude altar. “Feast.”
They swarmed. Hands everywhere—pinching, slapping. One throat-fucked her; another reamed ass. She took doubles, triples—holes stretched obscene. Cum painted skin glossy; she lapped air greedy.
I directed, cock in fist. “Her wild core.” One buried face-deep, tonguing her gash. She writhed, orgasms squirting face.
Harem’s Fall
Turned on me. Mouths on shaft—three tongues swirling. Acolyte tits smothered face; pussy ground. Lirith orchestrated: “Bind him.”
Ropes bit wrists, suspended chains. They flogged light—stings blooming heat. Lirith straddled, sinking slow. Full, pulsing. Rocked hips grinding; whispered filth. “My wild king.”
Acolytes joined: one ass-plugged her rear while I filled cunt. Double stretch drew shrieks bliss. More—cocks in mouth, hands jerking twins. Orgy peaked: gangbang her every way, my thrusts syncing chaos.
Seed erupted multisource—covering, filling. Lirith glowed supernova. Acolytes withered sequential, husks piling ash-dunes.
Ungagged, I claimed her alone. Bent over ash, fucked prone—raw dominance. “Mine,” I growled, spanking red. She submitted moan. “Yes… wild master.”
Afterglow: bodies trembled sync. Her head pillowed chest; fingers traced tattoos. “One left. You.”
Fear spiked wild. Was I vessel next?
Chapter 5: Eternal Pyre
Last night. Rooftop garden, city lights sprawl below. Wind whipped wild—Lirith’s hair flailing banners. Final rite: my soul offered? No—her true form unbound.
“You’ve fed well,” she said, nude under stars. Body shifted—horns curling ebony, tail lashing sinuous, wings membrane-taut. Cunt lips parted demonic barbs caressing.
Motivation cracked open. Not just power—her. From first glimpse Lena’s corpse, obsession brewed. I’d burn worlds for this wild queen kneel.
“Betray me?” she teased, tail coiling cock. Stroked feather-light agony-ecstasy.
“Never.” Lied smooth. Final ward shattered—my mind flooded her. Visions: empires crushed, harems eternal at our feet.
Union Absolute 🔥
We crashed together. Lips bruised savage; teeth drawing blood—swallowed mutual. Wings enfolded tent; rooftop world vanished.
She flew us levitating—fucking mid-air. Legs wrapped waist, slamming down relentless. Tail probed ass, prostate milking. “Wild eternal!”
Dropped ground: her prone, ass high. Plunged demonic heat—barbs tugging reverse strokes. Howl escaped; pleasure pain-blurred. Wings beat gusts; tail fucked my rear sync.
Flipped: her riding reverse, tail in mouth—musk forbidden. Wings stroked flanks feathery. Climaxes chained—hours? Her squirt showered; my loads endless.
Dawn crept. Collapsed entwined, ash of rivals long-gone wind-stolen. “Pact forever,” she whispered, gold eyes soft wild.
Power coursed—rivals dust unknown. But in her arms, ambition sated. For now. Deep, her core pulsed promise more hungers. World waited burn.
Our reign began, flames licking horizon.
