The Summoning

The screams of a dozen sacrifices rang in the chamber; high, tinny and pregnant with unimaginable pain and misfortune. Their deaths were slow by necessity. Summoning daemons is tricky work, and daemons like their tributes to last just long enough. Too short, and there is no satisfaction. Too long, and the daemons grow bored.

Sacrifice is an art, and one that Malgathi had learned well in the last six hundred years. The druchii woman was a priestess, and a very talented one. For three hundred years she had led follower after follower through the heights of pain and pleasure, and she had learned the rites of her order well.

She presided over ritual sacrifice and sacred bloodletting with the same fervor and passion with which she participated in pious orgies and sacramental rapes. Malgathi was a near perfect servant of Slaanesh, combining viciousness and guile with sensuality and a burning desire for sensation.

Her long years of devotion had led her to the ultimate honor: the chance to attempt the summoning of a daemon.

Malgathi watched, her eyes filled with joy, wonder and lust as the last of the sacrifices expired, the human woman’s blood pouring out and running into the sacred symbols carved into the floor of the candlelit chamber. The druchii priestess smiled wickedly as the last rattle of breath wheezed from the sacrifice and twisted her own nipple sharply, cruelly pinching her own porcelain breast. She reached out with her free hand, long slender fingers cupping the perfectly sculpted buttocks of Naliele, the druchii priestess by her side; caressing, squeezing, her longest finger curling between the mounds and slipping lower, pushing into the puckered entrance as the other priestess writhed.

The two began to chant, the ancient words twisting around each other as they escaped the panting mouths of the priestesses, spitting themselves into the dark void of the chamber ceiling. As their voices rose, a third priestess, Gineria, joined them, her voice ringing clearly with theirs as her arms snaked around Malgathi’s waist, her hand sliding low over her belly and finding the druchii priestess’s dripping sex. Malgathi released her nipple and reached behind her back, feeling her way to the Gineria’s clit, rolling it between practiced fingers, feeling the softness of the druchii’s pussy, as smooth and naturally hairless as all druchii women, but far hotter and wetter than most.

A human slave was dragged into the chamber, a male, stripped naked and anointed with sacred oil over every inch of his bulky, heavily muscled body. Arcane symbols of power had been carefully carved into appointed parts of his body, from his broad shoulders to his knees to his cock.
His cock was the reason he had been chosen. It was massive, the sort of cock that caused even Malgathi to tremble with trepidation at the thought of what it would do. It was longer than Malgathi’s forearm, and thicker than her ankle when fully erect, with a bulbous head and angry, pulsing veins. The human would do nicely as a host to the daemon.

The slave was chained to a massive pillar in the center of the chamber. As the chains were clasped, ancient runes glowed balefully, forged into the steel to hold even the strongest creatures in place.

As the last chain was latched, six dwarfs were led into the chamber, chained and ensorcelled. Their eyes were glazed, there heavily muscled chests heaved with ragged breath as blood pumped through their bodies. Their short, powerful limbs twitched with sorcerous energy, and their cocks stood proudly from their bodies.

Three of the dwarfs were led to the center of a large cirle of runes carved into the floor before the pillar and forced to lay on their backs, heads together so that they formed a three-pointed star. Malgathi, Naliele and Gineria moved as one, each positioning herself above a dwarf.

Daemons demand sacrifice, and sacrifice comes in many forms. The priestesses offered themselves, their debauchery, and their debasement to the gods.

As one, the druchii priestesses lowered themselves onto thick, pulsing dwarfen cocks, their dripping cunts clutching at the hard flesh. They lowered themselves until they rested their asses on the stubby legs of the dwarfs, the chant never breaking, never wavering. They leaned forward, their faces almost touching as the last three dwarves were led into position and pushed forward, sorcerous instinct taking over.

The priestesses were pushed face to face as thick dwarfen cocks were roughly shoved into their tight, puckered asses, somehow holding the chant as the dwarfs began to thrust, driving their cocks in and out, savaging the priestess back and front as the spell did its work. As the chant continued to rise, the thrusts of the dwarfs matched its tempo. The priestesses felt their bodies follow the chant, the sensation heightening with the chant. Raw power began to form and broil above the pillar, writhing and seeking release in a mockery of the druchii priestesses.

As the crescendo hit, the priestesses finished the rite with screams, orgasming hard as their bodies milked every last drop of cum from the six dwarfs.

The coalesced power above the pillar shot downward, forcing itself into the human slave as he screamed in pain and pleasure.

Malgathi rose shakily to her feet and beheld the fruits of her summoning.

Night black eyes twinkled in amusement as the daemon stared back at her. The runes carved into the slave’s flesh glowed red with power as they held the ancient intelligence inside. The cock for which the slave had been chosen stood fully erect, so hard it seemed to strain against the confines of its own skin to reach new dimensions.

“Suck it,” the daemon whispered. The sharpness of the utterance sent the phrase bouncing around the chamber.

Malgathi tore her eyes away from the massive cock to glare at the captured daemon.

“You were summoned here to serve us, daemon.” She injected as much venom and scron as six hundred years’ tutelage at the hands of druchii high priestesses would allow.

The daemon laughed.

“Serve you?” It stepped forward, and the chains binding it to the altar fell away. “Why would I serve you, when you can’t even put together the right instruments to fully bind me?” It’s smile chilled Malgathi to the core, while causing insane, thoughtless heat between her legs. “I have a better idea,” it said…