Bitten Ch 09

Chapter 9 - Old Rites

I took my seat with a knot in my stomach. I was excited for what was to come but nervous about all that it involved. Damion had been chosen as the ceremonial sire for this year's tribute. Thankfully that meant that after the ceremony his duties for the holiday would be over and we could focus on all that we had planned. On the flip side we had agreed he would not take a companion for the weekend. It was up to me to fulfill his needs. I'd seen his hunger for sex and while completely normal for a vampire during the blood moon I would be lying if I said it didn't worry me just slightly.

I couldn't help but smile as Damion shifted forms halfway down the aisle and his roar sent a shiver down my spine. I watched as he showed the young girl the same care he'd given me so many years ago and bit my lip as her cry filled the air as he filled her with his length in one smooth shot. His skillful touch had her cumming only a few minutes later and he stared directly in my eyes just prior to biting into her throat to complete the ritual filling her with his hot seed in the process.

Once they left the stage the Master of Ceremonies closed the procession wishing everyone a fun filled weekend. As everyone disbursed I waited for Damion at the base of the stairs leading to the altar. When he came back into view he'd managed to throw on some pants but his chest was still bare and I couldn't help but bite my lip.

"If you keep nibbling on those lips of yours, I will not be held responsible for taking you right here on the steps kitten." He teased in my ear as he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me to him for a kiss. I melted in his arms and when he set me back on my feet I had to will myself to remain standing. He smirked knowing his affect on me. Are you ready my kitten? I believe Mael is waiting for us on the beach. I nodded and we headed out into the plaza but instead of retreating to the comfort of Damion's suite we headed toward the water's edge.

When we cleared the broken suburbia it was not hard to tell where Mael was waiting for us. The beach was dark and empty lit only by the barely risen moon with the exception of the large fire Mael had started close to the point where the water's tongue lashed at the sand. We walked toward it and as we approached it was easy to see that Mael had already inscribed an intricate series of runes around a circle in the hard packed wet sand. In the center of the circle a sword shimmered in the moonlight. Complex carvings ran the full length of its blade a red ribbon tied around the base of its handle.

I couldn't help but stare at the sword and how the light from the fire flickered along the carvings. It wasn't until Damion started to remove my shirt that I snapped back to the moment at hand. I helped him remove my clothing and then helped him remove his trying to not focus on the fact that I was naked in front of Mael. My nakedness was the least risque thing he'd see tonight.

Mael approached us and offered Damion a short dagger that matched the sword in the circle. I offered up my hand which Damion carefully cut with the dagger and allowed the blood to run from my hand into a bowl held up by Mael. "Let the giving of blood signify that you come here of your own free will," Mael said as the blood dribbled into the bottom of the wood bowl. When enough blood had been given Damion licked my hand and sealed the wound. Another ability the moon gives us which I had missed out on. I gingerly took the dagger from Damion and proceeded to slice the palm he offered me and added his blood to the bowl. "Let the giving of blood signify that you come here of your own free will," Mael repeated to Damion as he licked his own wound closed.

We stepped into the center of the circle, the sword on the ground between us. Mael walked around the circle pouring a few drops of the mixed blood onto each of the runes carved in the sand. "This blood is a gift to the elements, may they honor this union by lending us their strength."

As Mael joined us inside the circle I couldn't help but feel a little queasy as he bent and picked up the sword and then stepped back to the circle's edge allowing us as much space as the circle allowed. Damion kissed me as he guided me to the sand his touch reassuring.

"Here in this circle I will take your body, and take your life's blood. In exchange I give you the gift of the night. By this union you welcome the moon's power into your soul." Damion recited as he positioned himself between my legs.

"Here in this circle I give you my body and surrender my weakness. I accept your gift and welcome the moon into my soul." I couldn't help but shiver as the cool wind blew across my skin and the contrast to the heat tucked between my thighs awaiting entrance.

I braced myself for the pain I knew was coming hoping it would be the last time I would feel it. Damion watched and waited until I looked him straight in the eye. With our eyes locked he thrust forward and down into my body, not giving me time to realize the pain before he was buried to the hilt the scar tissue hugging him tightly. I managed not to scream but I could not stop the clench of my muscles trying to force the invader out of my agonized pussy.

Everything we had found about the ritual described how savage the claiming was. We were unsure if this was just because in that time our kind were far less in control of our demons or if the ritual demanded full surrender of the participants to the act. Rather than risk repeating the ritual next year we decided to forego niceties. He began to fuck me roughly, withdrawing just as quickly as he'd entered till just his head remained within my body before thrusting forward again. It wasn't long before he lost control of his inner beast and shifted. His muscles hardening, his fangs elongating and his cock thickened within my painfully stretched walls. The moon was fueling the beast within him and despite the physical pain the power of him was highly erotic.

With each powerful thrust I felt my need awaken further and soon I was matching him stroke for stroke despite the burst of pain at the end of each stroke. I focused on the glorious pleasure that came in between those sparks knowing we could not share blood until climax had been reached... I had to do this on my own. His years of glorious torment helped me turn the pain into pleasure and long after I would have normally quit I found myself on the edge of climax.

Damion could feel the small rhythmic spasms of my pussy, signalling I was close. Damion nodded to Mael and shifted forward so that his body pressed mine into the sand holding me still even as he continued to stoke the fire within my core with his hot length. Mael stepped forward and raised the sword over our writhing bodies, its shimmering tip pointed down at us. It was impossible not to look at it for a moment but Damion captured my lips with his to return my attention to him. The kiss was full of primal heat and passion and I shattered. My oragsm ripped from my core, up my spine to my brain where it burst white hot like firecrackers in my mind. A second later damion joined me in climax, my pussy milking his twitching cock.

"The surrender of your body allows the moon to stip you of your weaknesses. By the gift of blood will it make you whole again. " Mael said seconds before driving the sword through Damions lower back, through my stomach and into the sand beneath me. For a moment there was agony and then there was only bliss. As our blood mixed on the blade of the sword and pooled beneath me in the sand the runes about the circle burst into flames and the wind swirled around us. All pain ceased as I felt the flow of magic from Damion into myself and by the look on his face he felt nothing but ecstasy as well.

As the magic faded and the fires around the circle started to peeter out Mael removed the sword and the residual magic healed the ceremonial wounds instantly leaving no mark. Damion retreated carefully from my body and helped me rise from the sand.

"Do you think it worked?" I asked as I studied my body in the moonlight. "I don't feel any different but I certainly felt something."

"I guess we'll just have to find out." Damion said with a confident smirk. He thanked Mael and then guided me toward the hotel.