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That specific number represents the two ravens, the two wolves, and the two goats. In the Norse pantheon, the two Ravens are Odin's eyes. Huginn and Muninn– thoughts and memories. Two wolves, Geri and Freki, symbolize chaos and destruction. The goats, which I can’t even pronounce the names correctly, pulled Thor's chariot through the sky.
I wait about an hour before the ceremony starts. I notice the girl on the altar is dripping wet between her thighs, and her skin slides effortlessly back and forth when she shifts her legs. With every move, her bound hands and feet edge dangerously close to the four candles that stand on the corners of the altar. She’s on some good drugs that make her unaware of her surroundings or what’s going on. Most of the other members don't care about her and just want a taste of her alabaster skin. I, however, can’t wait to press my fingers to her center and make her orgasm before I cut my pieces off. It’s a common belief that when you orgasm and release endorphins, the sweeter you become. Her pussy is glistening and beckoning me to taste every part of her.
“Everyone, quiet! This isn’t a fucking menagerie of people, we are civilized! Kind of,” the Boss calls out, causing the large group that’s gathered to end their conversations and turn their attention to the man who just spoke. He clears his throat before he begins as he stands at the head of the altar. He has one hand raised and held level with his head, his palm facing out towards The Society.
“A man who is without the Gods or Goddesses is not a man at all. Those who do not follow shall go to Helheim. Let Hugin and Munin fly overhead and let Geri and Freki lead us from Midgard to Valhalla. Today, we give sacrifice to the Norns for letting a new life fulfill his destiny. Marcus, son of Heimdall, are you ready to appease the Gods?"
Marcus stands a little straighter, fixing his slumped-over posture.
"Yes. I am ready to participate in the Blót and to take my place in The Society."
"Loki, come. Feast upon this shield maiden that lies before you," someone calls out. I roll my eyes. Sometimes, the others can be so enthralled with the rituals. But I get to sample the sacrifice first since I’m the initiates mentor, so I don’t mind.
I push myself off the column and begin towards the altar. Her eyes are closed, and her blonde hair splayed against the dark rock she’s lying upon. Leaning down, I sniff her body, getting close to her thighs and inhaling her scent. My cock hardens in anticipation of what comes next.
This is the fun part.
Using the tips of my fingers, I start at her toes and run them up her body, stopping at her pelvic bone. Her body arches into my touch, and she moans in frustration when I stop. I slap her tit, making it jiggle slightly and leaving a glowing rose handprint.
"Please! More!" She exclaims in a half moan.
"Be patient, and enjoy."
The drugs are beginning to wear off, so she’s about to feel so much more.
As soon as she moans a second time, I move my fingers between her soaked thighs. Using my index finger and thumb, I pinch her clit as hard as I can. My nails bite into her sensitive skin, tearing slightly and making her clitoral blood mix with her juices.
She fails to register or acknowledge the pain. Instead, she moans loudly and has an orgasm that’s over way too quickly. I remove my fingers and suck air in between my clenched teeth, stopping it with my tongue. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Bad girl, I didn't order you to come. Don't do it again until I tell you to. Do you understand?"
The girl nods and mewls at me to continue with whatever I am about to give her.
I shove my fingers deep into her cunt. Lube isn't needed with how wet she is, and I don’t know if she would care even if she wasn’t soaked. The injections make her hallucinate and want as much pleasure as her body can physically handle. I don’t want the pleasure I give her to be tainted with too much pain. Not yet, at least.
Shoving my fingers in deeper, I meet with resistance. We only use young, legal virgins for sacrifices because they aren’t riddled with problems or diseases but are still attractive to everyone. I nudge a little harder, pushing further in and breaking her hymen.
We groan in sync, filling the room with provocative noises. I keep my middle and ring fingers curved as I plunge them inside her, repeatedly slapping the heel of my palm against her swollen bud. Clear and red mix as she squirts cum and blood all over the both of us. I tear my hand away from her, causing a geyser to erupt from within her. Pale red secretions fly everywhere, spraying the members standing closest to us and making them all praise and applaud me and the sacrifice.
The young woman is panting heavily and looking at me with sheer lust that darkens her eyes as I gather as much liquid from between her legs as I can. Her lips part, and she sticks her tongue out as I bring my cupped hand to her face, letting the liquid drip onto her cheeks and into her mouth. I taste her release and blood on my hand before lowering to actually give her some. She eagerly raises her head to meet my fingers with her mouth. I shove them in, and she sucks hard and purses her lips.
I remove my digits from between her unclenched teeth and pinch her lips between two fingers and my thumb, pulling them closer to me. Licking my lips and trying not to think of how my dick will react to my next moves, I grab the seax dagger.
The blade we use to cut is a Saxon-style Seax, made by one of The Society members on a home forge. It’s a beautiful Damascus blade, with parts of the handle made from the bone of a founding member of our Society. The older members took it from him after they feasted on his body. The bone has runes carved into it, and the rest of the handle is a cocobolo wood that the forger stained a deep black.
Using the sharpened blade, I start sawing off both of her lips. Her eyes jolt open, and she tries to scream, causing the last little thread of skin that’s still attached to the corner of her mouth to tear. I smile sadistically, knowing that she will never be able to smile again. Once I finish, I hold the lips to my open mouth, letting the blood seep onto my outstretched tongue.
“Ready for round two, little girl?” I ask, rubbing my soaked hand across her lipless face.
I hand her lips to Marcus, who puts them into a ziplock bag and tosses them into an ice chest. Putting the blade down next to her side, I plunge my fingers back into her bleeding pussy. I continue fucking her with my fingers while I bend down and casually lick the tears and blood from her face. The woman tries to speak but can’t get out more than a few syllables, making me smile once more. I grab her by the chin and turn her face towards me, feeling the dripping blood seep between my knuckles.
“I'm almost done, honey,” I speak in a lowered tone into her ear. I move my hand over to the crease where the breast closest to me meets her ribcage, dragging the blood with me and painting curved designs on her body. I use my nails, tickling and snaking between dozens of freckles, moving up to her other breast, down her rib bones, and around her hip.
I then proceed to handle her from the inside, setting her on edge once more. I am bound and determined to make her squirt all over herself a second time before I start on my last task, which I’m looking forward to immensely.
Removing my fingers, I rub her clit, bringing her to the doorstep of another orgasm. Her back arches, the noises she makes get louder, and her legs start to shake.
“Perfect,” I whisper.
The woman begins to come, wiggling and struggling to moan. I don’t stop. I feverishly rub my palm against her entire pussy, not stopping in either direction until the outer edges of my hand strike her inner thighs. I don’t pause or break my rapid momentum for one second. She starts to shake harder, her breathing becoming shallow until she holds her breath and squeezes her eyes shut.
