Tamera the Unbeliever

"Right," she said, not believing him. He had opened the book to another page, that's why the words were different. That also explained why all the words on the page appeared written in English. Duncan's notes were repeated on this page. The passage was highlighted. She recited the words as they appeared, "Come upon me." She blinked twice when the words shifted. Had she read them wrong? Instead of Come upon me, the words appeared to say, "Come to me." She said the phrase as it appeared, convinced Derthian would correct her if she misspoke. Once more, she blinked as the words appeared different a third time.

"Read," Derthian commanded, apparently oblivious to the change in wording. The words had changed so drastically, he would surely notice the difference.

"I am yours," she read.

Tamera gasped with the sudden ache that seized her body. The lustfulness she had felt earlier was like a distant nuisance compared to the deep, soulful need that consumed her. She fought against the urge to clutch her body. The early arousal she had felt was a candle's flame compared to the raging bonfire of desire and passion now burning inside of her. Every pleasurable sexual moment of her life combined into a needful ache that felt insatiable.

"Understanding begins," Derthian said. "Light the candles."

Tamera moved to the bookcase and the box of matchsticks on weak knees. She felt his eyes watching her. Did he enjoy her hard earned bubble butt with twin dimples just above the crack of her ass? Was he noticing her powerful thighs and shapely calves? She picked up the matchbox, turned, and faced him before entering the circle. Derthian watched her. His eyes roamed her body as if she were nothing more than a cheap stripper on a catwalk. She felt naked for the first time and wondered, was this how Eve had felt after the first bite of the forbidden fruit? Her swollen nipples ached for attention. Her womanhood felt slick with desire. Without pubic hair, she felt as naked as she could get.

Approaching the spell circle, Tamera carefully stepped over the dual outer lines that contained archaic symbols, careful not to disturb the lines. As if playing hopscotch, she carefully negotiated the lines of the pentagram. She squatted in front of the first candle, glancing once more at Derthian, sure that his eyes had slipped between her legs. She was convinced he was staring at her open and exposed sex. Was he noticing her puffy, swollen lips? Could he tell she was wet? She carefully duck walked around the inner lines of the pentagram, lighting each candle in turn from the same wooden matchstick. When it grew too short to hold, she lit a new one from the last candle lit, carrying the flame to each of the inner five candles.

Derthian waited until ten candles had been lit before crossing to the second light switch on their side of the door. Ten candles provided enough light. He carefully carried the book from its pedestal to the altar where three more candles stood. He nodded without speaking and Tamera understood he wanted her to light the remaining three candles.

"Stand here," he said, indicating she should stand in front of the book, facing the pentagram. From her vantage point behind the altar, the pentagram looked inverted. "While you have welcomed me, you are not yet mine. Recite these words. Perform this incantation." He indicated highlighted text that appeared to glow beneath the candlelight.

She stared at the words, watching them swim into view as if written in her native tongue. The words appeared in stanzas of five rows without rhyming as they offered different versions of the same idea. She blinked when she saw the name Derthian on the page. "What if I refuse? What if I stop now?" she asked. Her heart pounded inside her chest. How long had her heart been racing?

It took just three words for Derthian to sum up her desire, "I offer knowing."

Tamera nodded, recognizing his answer as her truth. She began the first stanza: "I call forth Derthian, Come to me Derthian, Reveal yourself to me, Show your cursed self, Derthian - I summon you." Candles crackled as if burning off a drop of wetness. Tamera looked up from the book and gasped.

Derthian inexplicably stood naked inside the pentagram. How had he moved so fast? A moment ago, he stood clothed and near her. She stared at the now naked man. He looked taller and thinner than before. His entire body appeared covered in lines, as if someone had tattooed him from head to toe with swirls that accentuated the curves of his body. The swirling lines reminded her of the sky in Vincent Van Gogh's "Starry Night."

She struggled, moving her eyes over his body. She tried studying the changes, how his coloring had changed from typical Caucasian to a deep red color. She wanted to notice his face. He appeared hairless. The pencil thin mustache and tiny soul patch were missing along with eyebrows and his dark hair. But her eyes wouldn't linger long enough on his head and face for her to analyze the difference. Her cursed eyes kept dropping down his chest, across his stomach, and fixating on the large, erect penis jutting upwards from his crotch.

Derthian's pubic area was bare. As bare as me, Tamera thought to herself. His cock included the same fine lines. His ball sac looked as if it was hung from around his cock. His flesh looked wrong, as if he was covered in tanned, carved leather instead of skin. There were no differences in skin tone from his thighs to his cock. She struggled to force her eyes upwards, noticing his nipples were etched circles suggesting nipples rather than twin discs. "Read," he commanded. Her eyes fell back to the tomb before her.

"I release you," she read aloud. "I welcome you. I desire you. I shall subject myself to you. Your will be done."

Her heart felt like the beating ceremonial drums as a chant reached its climax.

"I am yours," she read, reciting the final stanza. "Take me. All of me. Your will be done. I am forever yours."

Derthian approached her. He left the interior of the pentagram and stepped over the double circle filled with symbols. Fear filled Tamera. She clenched down on her bladder, desperately preventing its sudden release. "My God, what have I done?" she gasped.

Derthian threw back his head like a comic book villain and laughed. "I am now your god," he grinned, stepped around the altar. His large, swollen penis looked menacing. As he moved closer, she realized she had gotten it wrong. The swirling lines on his body were carvings instead of tattoos. She fought the urge to run her hands across his skin. How would he feel? Would he still feel cold? Would his skin be soft and pliable or firm like leather? He looked down at her, appearing much taller than before. He ran his hand over her chest, caressing her with the open familiarity of a lover. His hand felt like ice against her pale flesh. A finger and thumb captured her nipple. His squeeze became a pinch before he twisted. Tamera winced, he smiled, and covered her aching nipple with the palm of his hand. The icy caress eased the pain he had created as he squeezed her tit.

"I don't know why I find tits so fun," he said. "They are such meaningless sacks of fat, and yet, I like them." Tamera felt embarrassed by his oddly worded compliment. It felt good pleasing him. He put his hands on her shoulders - cold, so very cold. "Kneel," he instructed. Tamera did, finding herself face to face with his massive cock. She automatically reached for it. Derthian laughed as he pulled away. "No. First, you have to commit to me." Turning, he looked at her over his shoulder. "First, you must kiss my ass."

Tamera stared at his narrow buttocks and how it was filled with swirls ingrained into his flesh. She hesitated as old knowledge whispered to her. Arse kissing was a sign of servitude. Who else would kiss another's ass save someone who had released all control? She saw a stub protruding from the base of his spine. Did Derthian once have a tail? Hands on her knees, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his left butt cheek.

"Again," he demanded, moving slightly and offering his right butt cheek. She kissed it as well. "And again," he said, holding his ass cheeks apart and exposing a puckered opening. Tamera pressed her face between his cheeks and kissed there, too. Derthian stood, turned, and looked down at her. He gave her a wide smile as he belittled her, "You stupid cunt." He grabbed her chin, forcing open her mouth and shoved his hard cock down her throat.

Tamera gagged and panicked as her airway filled with his hard cock. He pressed against the back of her head and held her against him. She couldn't breathe. She tried squirming and found she couldn't break his hold. She pressed against his thighs to no avail, looking up at him with desperate, mournful eyes. He held her in place as her panic grew. She began beating against his thighs, clawing at flesh that would not cut. She grabbed his balls, tugging and pulling on the leathery sac while he smiled down at her. Her vision tunneled as blackness closed inward from the edges and she knew he was killing her.

Tamera's last thought was regret. Dead, she would not be able to serve her new Master. Dead, she was worthless to him. Dead, she would never know the pleasures he could alone could offer nor could she please him. She felt the sensation of falling before she felt nothing but blackness.

She saw only black as her eyes fluttered opened. Seeing black felt different than seeing blackness. Her brain informed her that her eyes were open even as she blinked several times to verify her reality before she noticed a white line. The white line in a corner formed by the wall and the floor. The white line that encompassed the inside of the shed. She realized she saw the black of the floor and wall. Another panicked gasp filled her lungs and she understood she was panting.

"On your knees," Derthian insisted. His voice felt faraway. She experimented with turning her head, seeing his cloven like feet. She worked her gaze upward, pleased she wasn't yet dead. She pushed herself into a kneeling position. She flinched when Derthian's hand grabbed her chin again. Was he going to choke her again? She opened her mouth for him before understanding that wasn't what he wanted. She followed his upward pressure, moving until she was standing before him. He caressed the side of her face. His touch felt remarkably tender. "Now do you believe?"

"Yes," she gasped as the understanding she once craved her filled her. She felt her heart fracturing. Belief had come to her too late. A tear leaked from the corner of her eye and ran down her chin as she realized the thousands of pathways once open to her had narrowed to a single pathway of darkness without a light at its end.

"Stop it," Derthian said in a disgusted tone as he wiped away her tear. "There is pleasure waiting for you. Pleasure you've never imagined." He spun her, pushing her torso against the altar until she was bent over it.

His leathery hands were cold against her hot flesh as his hand roamed her body. Cold fingers pushed inside her pussy, filling and thrilling her. "I am about to claim you," he announced. Tamera gasped, excited by his odd way of speaking, turned on by his forceful way, and eager to consummate this unholy union.

Positioning himself behind her, he impaled her pussy with his huge cock. The heated lust she had been experiencing remained inside of her and she welcomed the full feeling of his leathery cock cold against her heat. "Does this remind you of the dildos you've shoved inside your twat?" he asked, his language so raw and coarse. "Or that time you pulled a cucumber from the refrigerator and fucked it?"

Tamera gasped. How could he know? She felt her pussy weep around his hardness, welcoming the full feeling and enjoying the sensation of his cockhead brutalizing her cervix with thrusts too deep for her body to accommodate without pain. She felt laid bare to him, her every wish and desire offered on this altar.

"Did you expect my cock to feel as warm as your professor's shriveled prick had felt inside your slut mouth?" he asked, once more pulling from a past he couldn't know. "Or the preacher boy's probing fingers inside your panties?" He laughed as he fucked her. He pulled at her hips, drawing her against him as he called out other excited moments from her past. "Your ass will know more than a tentative finger or the excited probing of the man you once loved. More will see your excited nipples than the dozens who saw your tits during that wet t-shirt contest. You'll know more money than you ever earned the night you took twenty dollars in exchange for a hand job."

Tamera felt her heated passion rising as an orgasm built up inside her belly. How could he know these secrets? How could he guess the times when she had allowed lust to triumph over wisdom?

"Yes!" she cried out in need of her building orgasm. "Yes!"

"Your lust is mine," he said, slipping a hand around her narrow waist. He reached between her legs and captured her swollen clitoris between an icy finger and thumb. As he had done with her nipple, he grasped the swollen bud, pinching and twisting until her orgasm collapsed around her. She felt possessed by a promise of endless pleasure and came for him.

Too weak to move, Tamera clutched the altar for support. Her knees had given out and without his cock inside her pussy, she felt empty. "More," she begged.

"No," Derthian replied with an odd sense of finality in his voice. "I have claimed all I require." She didn't know if he had orgasm. She wasn't sure if demons could have orgasms. Had she pleased him?

She stared at the inverted pentagram in front of her. She watched the flicker flames of the ten candles while she waited for more from him. His touch was gone, leaving her feeling empty and alone.

As her strength returned, she moved slowly. Testing weak knees for strength before straightening, she slowly turned. He was gone. She inspected the dim space and didn't see him. She saw her clothes in a pile near the pedestal. Carefully picking up the precious book from the altar, she returned it. "Derthian?" she asked the empty room. There was no reply.

Tamera waited, she didn't know how long, and when he didn't reappear, she reluctantly pulled on her clothes before crossing to the light switch and turning on the work lights. She blew out the thirteen candles, moving carefully near the lines of the summon circle. She pushed opened the door and faced the dwindling light of a day near its end.

She headed west towards home, driving into the brilliant reds and deep purples of the sunset. Tamera used the visor to shield her eyes from the sun. As the miles passed on the country highway, Tamera felt a burning ache inside the pit of her stomach and smiled as she realized the meaning of that ache. Tamera was a believer. She was ready to become a disciple. Of Duncan? Derthian? Fuck it, she would become a high priestess and rule them both.

Tamera smiled as she rounded a gentle corner and pointed her car directly into the last gasp of the sinking sun. The visor couldn't protect her eyes from those final brilliant rays of light. She held up her hand, blocking the sun too late to see the warning sign cautioning drivers to slow down. She missed the sharp left hand pointing arrow alerting her of the sharp corner. As she slammed on her brakes, she crashed into the red and white arrow mounted to the guard rail. Stout wood posts left rotting too long in the weather were no match for her velocity. The math of mass combined with speed crushed metal and broken posts. She had the sensation of flying as her car crossed into the air. She briefly sailed until gravity insisted flight was not for her.

The crash rocked her body, tossing her from side-to-side before flipping her end over end down the steep, rocking cliffside until she came to rest upside down, suspended by a seatbelt, giving her enough time to smell the fuel of a punctured gas tank. Broken arms refused to move and the first eternal flames she felt came from the science of aerosol gasoline fumes igniting.

I hope you enjoyed the story and that you choose to be kind with your comments and ratings. This story was edited by the exceptionally kind Patientlee. Any remaining errors are wholly my own. She did her best to fix me, but I'm afraid I remain "unfixable."