your face. Dylyana with wide eyes of fear looked at the familiar face with sharp, predatory features and could not look away. Michael ... He smiled affectionately, fascinatingly, and touched Divalian's cheek. Long, graceful fingers slid around her neck, then onto the girl's shoulder. The girl trembled again, her mind swam, fear gave way to vague, incomprehensible and therefore frightening desires. The nostrils were tickled by the spicy smell of incense, which, it seemed to her, had become thicker, richer. And my head was spinning more ...

- Michael, what's going on? She whispered, feeling a huge icy lump forming in her stomach, and her heart almost stopped under a stare, burning with a kind of nasty passion, a look, leisurely exploring her body, which was not hidden by clothes.

And her eyes were followed by fingers examining, caressing her trembling body.

“You don't need to know, my girl,” an enveloping voice from which treacherous weakness spread through the body.

Dellyana did not understand what was happening to her, did not understand why, along with fear, it encompassed ... excitement. The sorcerer's palm covered the perfect elastic chest of the girl, squeezed a little and slid further onto the stomach. With a sob, Divlyana jerked, a bright blush of shame filled her cheeks - the silent figures around the altar did not disappear, they looked into my eyes. Thousands of small needles seemed to tingle the skin, and my heart began to beat like a bird caught in a snare. Michael again looked into her eyes with the same smile, his hand was frozen in the very bottom of the abdomen, barely touching the pubis.

- N-no, please! - the voice broke, and a tear slid down her cheek. Divlyana had already repented of her deed, her soul was chilled by fear.

“You will be fine, Dylyana,” the fingers slid lower, between the puffy ridges of the labia, the witch gasped weakly, closing her eyes, and reflexively tried to squeeze her legs.

The chains dug into the ankles, but a sharp pain strangely intertwined with pleasure, slowly spreading over the body, Divlyana bit her lip almost to the blood, restraining an involuntary moan ... what? Pleasure or suffering? She no longer knew.

“Relax, girl ...” - Michael’s insinuating, lulling voice, and experienced, dexterous fingers, so brazenly and shamelessly caressing her.

Divlyana arched, closing her eyes tightly, embarrassment surrendered under the onslaught of completely new, but at the same time familiar, unusually vivid sensations spreading through the body, and when suddenly the man removed his hand, she almost groaned again, but now from frustration. Quiet, contented laughter, from which goosebumps ran down his back. Breathing heavily, she opened her eyes, and the fear of icy breath drove the pleasure away - the sorcerer, taking off the sleeveless jacket, casually threw her aside and slowly began to unbutton his shirt, not taking a greedy look from Dullyana. She shivered harder, not holding back tears. The girl realized that Michael with all these strangers will deprive her of virginity. What for? Was Divlyana really right, and is the pentagram really needed to call a demon?

- Do not Cry. - Divlyana simply could not believe that this man with such a gentle, pleasant voice that her beloved Michael was going to do with her exactly what she had just thought.

“I ...” She sobbed, swallowing her parched throat, and still coughed. - I have not had ... anyone ... you know ... - Maybe even this will stop him? Again cheeks poured treacherous blush.

“I know,” the shirt followed the sleeveless jacket, Michael sat on the edge of the altar, his hands on the stone next to the girl’s head, and looked at Divliana for a few minutes, as if he saw her for the first time.

The girl's gaze against her will slid over the naked body of a man, not that overly muscular, but taut, lean ... and again strange, contradictory desires turned round, interfering with shame and fear.He slowly leaned over, and Divlyana could not stand it, turning sharply away. Again he heard a quiet laugh, soft, warm lips pressed against her neck, tongue led a wet path to the clavicle. The witch’s pupils widened, incomprehensible, frightening feelings burned like fire, and the sorcerer, grasping Divlyana’s chin, turned to himself.

“You're so ... delicious,” he whispered, licked his lips. Punches of violet eyes tightened, depriving of will, urging to be submissive, to accept their destiny.

“Let me go, please,” already realizing that he was asking in vain, Nonetheless, Divlyana could not help but try.

In a strange way, it seemed that, in spite of everything, this man was not bad and would not hurt her.

“Noooo, Dyvlyanochka,” he bends down again, and this time he no longer dodges a kiss, his fingers hold tight, “you gave an oath that it is too late to retreat.”

Divlyana herself knew that she was powerless against the magical oath. Her uninitiated strength could not help her even try to fight.

Unconsciously, she squeezed her lips, closing her eyes so as not to see this face, both repulsive and attractive. Affectionate, tender touch of his tongue, Divlyana started, sighed convulsively.

- Open your mouth, girl. You love my kisses so much ... so tremble from them ...

She was stubbornly silent, her heart beat unevenly, hard in the chest, her breathing was strayed, and the obsessive smell seemed to penetrate every cell of the body, filling it with hot, sticky exhausts. Suddenly, her chin was free, and the man’s hand, slowly slipping along the girl’s body, was again in the lower abdomen, gently stroking her pubis with a strip of dark hair. Dlylana jerked, experiencing conflicting desires, she wanted to repeat those strange, exciting, slightly frightening sensations, and at the same time stifled shame and panic. The sorcerer's finger penetrated the hot bosom with the tip, stroked the wet flesh.

- Not! - broke out from her, and then Michael's lips covered her mouth, tongue slipped inside, teasing, exploring, tasting, and his fingers continued what they had started, again giving them excruciatingly sweet, sharply flavored with embarrassment and fear of pleasure waves.

Soon the lips of Divlyany were already burning from the greedy, passionate kisses of the sorcerer, and the body simply melted, she forgot where she was and that they were not alone.

- Here's a clever, Dylyana, my good, my girl ... - a quiet velvety whisper, burning touch of the hands and lips. At some point, the man pulled away, and then again pressed her to the heated stone of the altar. Dylyana dimly understood that now there were no clothes on her either, but she did not have time to get scared or argue. His fingers clenched the captive's forearms, and the man exhaled, not taking from her an intense look, in which lights of anticipation floated.

- Now it will be a little painful.

Something hot, hard touched her burning flesh, then turned inside her. Michael's sharp jerk, the promised pain, sharply gripping the lower abdomen, and her involuntary cry, drowned out by another kiss. The man began to move, and Divlyana thought she was going crazy - the discomfort quickly disappeared as the movements grew faster and deeper, a strange tension grew inside, she seemed to take off somewhere higher and higher, until the consciousness exploded in a bright flash that burns fear and embarrassment and leaves only pure pleasure. Having curved, Divlyana could not resist a loud groan:

- Aaaaaaa! - together with the pleasure that covered her, Divlyana felt how her strength filled her, fresh, clean, ringing. Her witch power, awakened by a sorcerer, released from the shackles of innocence, was torn, looking for a way out.

She thought it was over. That now Michael will let her go, which will dispel her fears and doubts, will confirm that the ritual is complete, and they become husband and wife. But Michael, with a soft smile and piercing look, rose, slowly to release her. With a gesture ordering him to give himself a dagger, he brought it over Dylyanoy, frozen with horror. The sorcerer began to chant at the unfamiliar Divlyan dialect, while making incisions on her body.

Divlyana screamed in pain. The blade seemed to burn every touch.Frequent, short strokes of cuts burned. Biting her lip, Divlyana tried ... Read more →