Sacrifice

She lays on the ritual table, limbs restrained by leather thongs that do nothing to hold her still. They only serve to keep her on the table. Her clothing is fine white linens that is billowing around her like a soft white cloud.

She has consented to this act and he confirms the consent again. Then the room grows dark.

She is surrounded on all sides by candlelight, she can hear low chanting almost a murmur of voices, cascading like stream water over river rocks. It is cool and she shivers, feeling the hairs on her neck rising as goose pimples cover her arms and legs.

He has a long sharp black dagger and he is standing above her silent. The chanting around her grows louder and fills her ears, fear rises in her throat and her pulse quickens. She must remember her purpose, and holds her esolve firmly in front of her.

His blade flashes along the razor sharp edge as he lowers it and cuts through the linens that were her only protection. Shuddering she holds deathly still while her screams echo inside her head.

He is cutting her skin along her belly in a long slow stroke. The knife is sharp as a scalpel, but his desire is to cause her as much agony as she can bear. The knife moves ever slowly down her belly to her pelvic bone.

She is lost in the hot pain that radiates through her. She feels her blood weeping through the wound he is carving in her sensitive skin and she sobs in a release of emotion. Her blood is collected in a silver cup as it oozes down her body. The smell of it is strong and coppery.

He is salivating as he collects her life essence and he continues on with his cutting. Looking in her eyes he sees pain, fear, excitement. She is fairly glowing in her lust, in her desire to be this sacrifice.

He has carved the Goddess' symbol into her tummy, her skin shall bear her mark until as a corpse it rots off her bones, returning her to the earth where her life began. His hand smears the edges of the blood seeping from Her emblem, fingers coating in her essence. He moves lower and smudges the blood on her bared vulva.

She gasps and screams feeling his hand part her lips wide and the hilt of his dagger slides inside her. Her cum gushes out over his bloodied blade. Pain orgasm washed into and blended in her female lust.

More blood as he bring the chalice close and drips it onto her clitoris. It has cooled slightly and she is startled as he lowers his head and sucks the coppery bits from her lips.

Orgasm sweeps through her again, a storm of pleasure and pain cresting and building and overtaking her senses.

She loses consciousness.

When she awakes she is no longer tied down.

The candles have burned low, she is laying in the linen rags that have been torn and bloodied.

His hood is back and he is washing the sigil carved into her tummy. Warm water trickling deliciously over her flesh and washing the blood away. She admires his rugged handsome face as he cares for her. Emotions well up inside her and tears trickle down her cheeks.

He has marked her, now all will see and know she belongs to the Goddess. Sacrificed in pain and pleasure, Her emblem will become a shiny scar that will bear witness to her pain rights.