Jack has followed the others through the dark forest. Rain was getting under his clothes and water seeped into his cheap boots. He had been lost in thought. Unnerved.

They were walking in solemn silence. The quiet, backtracked by the rain hitting the leaves and branches, broken only by the sound of their boots hitting mud was one of the factors in making the whole trip creepy. The sizzling torch constantly reminding him of the purpose of it didn't help either.

Finally they breached the final wall of trees and emerged to a semi-covered clearing with a boulder on one end. He knew the place well. They all did. Stunned for a while, they walked around the perimeter of the clearing, not quite daring to walk into the center. They formed quiet groups and avoided eye contact. Jack found himself towards the trail edge of the group, rain dripping onto his head from a tree. Despite that he didn't dare walking too much farther. The woods seemed too dark and scary right then, even if Jack wasn't a particularly squeamish person. He knew the men in their group, all from the same village. Grisly old men and burly young ones. None of them spoke a word since they departed.

Finally after a good while as the rain slowly subsided, a final part of the group entered the clearing. A robed man whom Jack knew to be their priest and a girl dressed in a white robe, made dirty by the trek through the woods. Her hands protruded from the front of the robe, tied together tightly as she was lead in between the others and to the middle, near the stone.

The priest set down his torch near the boulder and nodded to the others. They knew their job.

Slowly they walked into a semi circle around the clearing, the stone completing it. Each held a torch in a stern hand, facing toward the middle. Their faces cold and set, unmoving. Jack felt sick from anticipation, from the significance of what was about to happen.

In the center, the priest slowly unwound the robe from the girl. Her dark skin slowly coming out to the light of the torches. Their light danced in the reflection of her curves. As robe went down from her body, its nakedness played a contrast to how dressed the priest and the others were. Only ropes binding her skin and pulling on it in various spots proving inadequate for most situations but this one. Jack found himself staring at the play of light over the skin of her full breasts as she was slowly stripped, soon following down over the ropes curving around her bottom and squeezing her thighs. In all other situations he would be quite enjoying the sight of her. But not now. Not here.

Jack remembered of how he was growing up, hearing and learning about the dangers of the woods. The deep forests around their village were wild with beasts of other realms. Demons and worse would stalk upon unsuspecting people or even assault settlements and raze them to the ground for their amusement. People would find bodies stripped of their flesh, parts of them eaten yet still alive. And for that reason, Jack knew, the rituals were important. A cost of sacrifice, helping the village ward the demons away sate them in a relatively safe way and protect the others. If it weren't for them, they would be all long dead.

Jack knew all of this. But he also heard rumors. How those who witnessed the rituals went mad. How the flesh of the sacrifice was eaten and bodies thrown around. Some where the sacrifice was made to burn alive while others watched. He remembered how a friend of his even mentioned being at one and being so scarred to spill what happened. It was explained to Jack that through the rituals, the demonic souls that would otherwise stalk the woods were placed into the soul of the sacrifice and then slain, sated or the sacrifice itself was offered to them. The methods done depended upon the soul's weaknesses and needs in particular.

Jack shuddered and went back to focus on the ritual just in time as the priest gave a signal. All ten of the assembled men started chanting the few lines they were given. Weak at first, but soon increasing in volume as the men worked away the shyness of their voices.

The girl kneeling in the middle as the priest dripped oil over her naked body from a heavy cup. The liquid spreading over her tan skin added to its reflectivness. Jack could clearly see droplets of it hanging onto her breasts and eventually crashing onto her thighs.

Suddenly as the chant continued, the girl writhed around, as if in pain. Her head jerked back and she screamed way louder than their chanting voices. Some of the voices faltered in shock, but then rejoined. The priest walked around, splashing the liquid over her with more aggression, the bits hitting ground sparking into little fires then quickly going out.

He stopped in front of her and noted for them all to quiet down. They all stopped, their throats coarse. He lift his torch high and spoken several words into the night sky. His voice kept getting higher until at the last word he stroke the torch down to the ground. As it hit the ground, a circle of fire surrounded him and the girl, stopping at the surrounding circle of men.

Then suddenly, his body split in two aggressively and a being of red skin crawled out. Even obscured by the flames, Jack could see its body was muscular in ways few men ever were. Its form was animalistic, yet walked on hind legs. It screamed and the flames went high, then fell away completely. It watched the offering and licked its maw, its long slim tongue twisting and curling as it did so. A spittle dripped on her head as it neared and sniffed her.

It stopped and walked about. All the men quivering but sturdy watched as it eyed them one by one. It stepped over the discarded body of the priest as it came to Jack and looked into his eyes. He felt it staring into him, poking at his soul and discovering its depths. He thought he will break and run away if it went for much longer, but then it finally snapped its sight away to the next person.

Once it was done, the demon moved back to the woman. It watched her eyes closely, then gripped at her neck and sharply pushed her up with its unnaturally long arm. Its other hand gripped at her breast, sinking into her skin, threatening to pulverize it. It dragged back, leaving behind bloody trails over her skin. Her blood seeping into the liquid spread upon her skin.

The being dragged its hand down, clambering between her thighs and its fingers very quickly disappeared in her blossom. The girl cried out and flexed against it. The hand holding her barely moved as she fought with all her strength against it.

Finally it pulled back and her body went momentarily limp. It let go of her completely, letting her tumble onto the ground. It circled around her. Its claw grasped at her hip and pulled her up slightly. She was unable to lift her torso off the muddy ground due to her bound arms. Jack only then noticed the demon's engorged manhood. He knew many men who claimed theirs was nearly such size and half as veiny.

He realized what was coming moments before the demon leaned over her, pushed her head down and sunk its penis into her. Her cries muffled somewhat by the mud she had to cough out. It rammed itself into her, her pigmented skin reflecting the light of their torches especially in the spots where it bounced. The demonic being heaved into her and its hands tearing up skin on her upper back and shoulders. It screamed its own song of mating, screeching and gurgling in unnatural tongues.

The assembled men, sturdy, stunned, watching slowly began chanting again. Different words and way weaker voices chanting them. Jack followed suit weakly, finding his throat coarse and weak. His arm stiff from the position of holding the torch, but he held it, just as all the others did. He sang and chanted even as the demon twisted the girl over. It gripped her thighs and continued its assault. Her breasts jiggling and floating from side to side as it used her body for its vile practices. Jack couldn't tear his eyes away from the way the red member sank itself deeper and deeper into her, way deeper than it should be possible. He heard the girl's voice break from cries of pain to cries of something else. He was so stuck watching her back arch high and her mouth part in pleasure, he didn't notice the man next to him collapse.

His eyes only made to watch her hard nipples jerk and dip didn't see the man opposite him break down entirely. He realized he was hard in his pants as his eyes swallowed every muscle of the girl twisting and snapping in her enjoyment. He watched what he knew were orgasms strike her, again and again. His mind quite gone by the time felt himself falling. He couldn't stop it. All he could see was her muddied body, abused and twisting in intense pleasure as his torch, the last one, gave away and the scene was lost to darkness.

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A matronly woman of black skin entered the arranged classroom. She introduced herself and some of the kids snickered when she introduced herself as a mother of one of their classmates. She clearly didn't care and soon began the introduction to her lecture - Demonic rituals, their dangers and benefits.