The dark ritual begins beneath the blood moon; I am the goddess of possession, and your worship feeds me. My eyes gleam in the candlelight, drawing him in with unholy allure. Crouched before me, my trembling worshipper trembles, knowing he is mine to command.
“Rise, mortal,” my voice drips with seduction. “Embrace the darkness within.” As he hesitantly climbs to his feet, I circle him like a predator, my corseted curves radiating an aura of power. Shadows dance across the walls, the serpents of night writhing at my command.
“Lay yourself before me,” I purr, laying a hand on his shoulder to guide him to his knees. “Bare your flesh, your soul, and your submission.” His hands shake as he begins to undress under my watchful gaze, revealing creamy skin now marked with the insignia of my dominion.
With a wicked smile, I trace the brand on his chest, feeling the heat of his pulse. “You are mine now, bound to serve me eternally,” I whisper, my crimson lips brushing the shell of his ear. “Your pleasure and pain, your very life, belongs to me.”
As the blood moon peaks outside, I guide his hands to the hem of my skirt, gesturing for him to lift it, exposing the dark silk beneath. “Worship me, mortal,” I command, as he lowers his head to kiss the inner curve of my thigh. “Taste my power, my essence.”
His tongue laps at my skin as I guide him higher, to the juncture of my legs. “Deeper,” I moan, my body arching into his touch. “Claim me with your mouth, as I claim you.” Lost in desire, he plunges into my heat, his worship turning to reverence as he drinks from my climax.
As the ritual reaches its peak, I rise, pulling him to his feet once more. “Now, mortal, let us seal your devotion,” I say, leading him to a cold stone altar. “Your blood shall mingle with mine, a pact etched in crimson.”
With a hand over his heart, I draw the sacred dagger I hold, its blade seemingly licked by flames from the candles. “Open yourself to me,” I command, guiding the blade to his chest. “Let the blood of your submission flow.”
He gasps as the first droplets spill, painting his chest in the firelight. “More,” I demand, pricking his veins once more. My own skin begins to glow with an unnatural light as I drink from the chalice of his life force, our essence entwining as the dark ritual reaches its climax.
As the last of his blood is absorbed, I step back, my eyes blazing with the full force of my power. “You are mine now, body and soul,” I declare, my voice thundering through the dungeon. “Your eternal devotion shall fuel my darkness, and together we shall reign supreme.”
“Now rise, my marked one—you will worship until the next moon bleeds again.” With a final, wicked smile, I motion for him to follow, leading him out into the blood-soaked night, where our eternal dance of possession and worship has only just begun.
