Thread: Sating the Lust Demon (Deviant Desires & Candy_demon21

Be brave, God is with you Such hollow, silly words that use to hold so much weight now sounded empty and like the broken promises of Judas Iscariot. From all around her Celestria could feel the countless sets of eyes watching her, drinking her visage in and looking to her for hope. Did these men and women see within her the holy glow of Gods Champion or did those in attendance question the Seers choice? You were chosen by the Seer to save humanity, you are ordained by God, you must force all thoughts of doubt from your mind. She thought, feeling that same, familiar sickening coiling inside of her belly. With wide, frightened eyes the Anointed one watched Magnus come to stand before her, standing tall and stately, preparing to offer words of wisdom and words that countless other like she had heard in the past. Looking up into his face, Celestria searched his aged features for a sliver of courage she could borrow from him but instead she saw something else. Terror, horror, worry? Could Magnus see that she feared for her success just as he and all those gathered in attendance did? Could he taste the terror in her blood as she anxiously gnawed at the already sore skin of her inner cheek, which now filled her mouth with the harsh coppery taste of her own blood. Or could he hear the deafening thundering of her heart at it threatened to blast her eardrums out? Words would not form on her tongue, instead she remained silent and gazed up at him in bone chilling horror. Silence lingered in the air like the smell of a forgotten perfume long enough for Celestria to draw a shuddered breath in through her parted, glossy lips. She listened as best as she could while he body quaked with fright this demon would extract from her her every desire and every unspoken lustful need. Already her mind conjured an image of what this demon would appear to her. He would be sinfully perfect, disgustingly beauty long ebony hair that caught the light in such a way that strands appeared to glitter brilliant hues of sapphire and amethyst.That long raven hair of his would fall limply around his perfectly sculpted masculine body that rippled with taut, hard muscles and reach just above the small of his back. At the top of his hairline protruded two black horns that curled around his pointed ears. He wore little his body would be draped in gossamer crimson fabric that hid none of his godly form, and all over his body his skin would glitter with golden dust that the those who he commanded applied when he awoke from his slumber. He would be adorned in all manner of gemstones by those who worshiped him but for the claiming of the Anointed one, he would simply cast away all finery and wear nothing. His eyes were truly magnificent, they were a thing of wonder and could be considered the 8th wonder of the world those eyes would ensnare her and drag her in, deeper into her own desire what with their brilliant violet glow. Her wandering mind was drawn back to painful attention when that same ear splitting silence filled the room, filling her room with the deafening ringing, her gaze once more was left fixated on Magnus, whose own gaze flicked to the Seer. A question lingered within his ageless eyes,a question that forced the Anointed one to turn her own gaze towards the Seer and instead search the visage of the albino woman just as the leader of his cult did now. As he continued speaking, having returned his gaze to her, Celestira did not understand how someone of so little power could ask such a thing from one mortal woman, what he asked of her now, what they all asked sound impossible! This thing, this demon was ageless, older than the human race, yet with this knowledge all those in attendance hoped and prayed that she could win against something as ageless and immortal as their God. You expect me to win a game of chess against one who has foreseen the future and who knows the chink within my armor. You ask the impossible, yet if I fail, not even God himself can help me as I willingly sign my soul over to this monster. Watching Magnus return to his station as the Circles head, Celestria knew what it was that she had to do, knew what was demanded of her yet knowing all of this instantly made her sick with worry. It took every ounce of courage she had to face the rippling wall, her hands shook and her body felt weak could she simply not just run?! No! The human race depended on her being able to withstand the demons ravenous hunger for her flesh. God give me strength, she prayed, coming to stand before the ebony mirror, her fingers once more having collected the silver coin that dangled around her neck as she watched and waited with shallows breaths for the demon to appear. With her single free hand she loosened the silky ivory robe that concealed her naked body and let it slide from her form and pool at her feet forgotten. Instantly her cheeks burned with crimson heat as she willingly exposed herself to the Brethren of this gathering but this was just the beginning as all who were there would also watch in perhaps horror or lust as a creature born from hell came to collect her innocence and force her body to do its bidding.