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A Price in Flesh

"Oh..."

As ever, Brandon's voice was annoyingly calm. Tugging gently at the ropes binding them, holding them against the black stone altar at the centre of this inner sanctum chamber, Cerys growled under his breath.

"Oh what, you lunkhead?"

A soft snort escaped the huge bull, practically twice the size of the lithe panther with whom he was bound and captive. He didn't bite back at the other man's frustration though, indeed for a brief while he didn't say anything, sapping the words of their immediacy in a manner that was every bit as frustrating to Cerys as he both hoped and knew that it would be. When finally Brandon spoke, his deep voice was filled with the same stoic flatness that had possessed it when he informed his partner that they were about to be ambushed by the people that they were here to rob.

"Well, you know how before they caught us I was having trouble reading the inscription upon the idol?"

Craning his neck upward, Cerys could just about see the artefact in question. The object which they had come here to steal, a gorgeous figure of some ancient stone carved in the figure of countless entwined bodies, locked in simultaneous, orgiastic bliss. Its artistic value might alone have made it worth many hundreds of gold pieces, and that was before you considered the tiny but perfectly formed gemstones each and every figure possessed for eyes, and of course the rumour that it was magical in nature. Magical enough, or so it seemed, to have attracted an entire cult to protect and worship it. Etched into the base of the statue however, just barely visible from the angle at which Cerys was peering up at it, were words. Words in an ancient script that the panther couldn't even begin to claim an understanding of, but which Brandon had insisted upon trying to decipher before they touched it.

Of course, he couldn't be sure that they wouldn't have been caught had they not taken those extra thirty seconds for Brandon to try and translate what was written upon the statue. Doing so did however place the blame for their capture and potential impending death squarely on a pair of shoulders other than his, and for that reason alone Cerys was more than happy to let himself believe that. Still, he couldn't help but be a little curious as to the words' meaning.

"Yeah? What does it say? If you can read this, you're royally fucked?"

For a moment silence hung in the air, and then Brandon responded.

"No. At least, I do not know of any languages where that composition of symbols would translate as anything close to your suggestion."

He paused again, then added...

"I am of course aware you spoke in jest. I hope my response was equally humorous. I have realised what dialect it is written in, and though I am rather rusty on my infernal speech I believe I have parsed it together sufficiently to understand its meaning. Would you like to hear the actual translation as I have interpreted it?"

Cerys did consider bashing his head against the stone altar to which they were bound just so he didn't have to listen, but in the end he sighed, rolled his eyes and nodded.

"Sure, go ahead."

The bull cleared his throat, a sound that echoed loud and booming off the stone walls of the inner sanctum. When he spoke, he did so with a grand oration that left his words ringing from the walls too, adding even more gravitas and power to each word than they were probably due.

"No gold, no gems, no riches of any kind will grant you my praise. No murder, no slaughter, no sacrifice of life shall earn you my favour."

He began to speak alone, but as Brandon uttered the final portion of that almost ritualistic engraving, other voices joined him out of the darkness.

"_ A price in flesh alone is all that shall appease me. The gift of life, and lust alone shall call me forth anew. _"

Flames flickered as torches illuminated around the room. They had thought that this darkened chamber was large, but in truth Brandon and Cerys had no clue of its true scope until that very moment. Until they looked around and up at the rings upon rings of torches bursting into flame, each one resting in the hand of a dark robed cultist with hood raised and arms outstretched. There must have been hundreds of them, if not over a thousand. They stood around the edges of a vast amphitheatre-like chamber, with the sunken base some ten feet lower than the lowest occupied level. It was upon that base, what they thought had been the entire chamber until just moments ago, that the bull and panther knelt, bound and helpless as the cultists repeated their chant throughout, once, twice, three times without pausing for breath.

"Oh perfect, you got them chanting. We're so fucking dead, and it's all your fault."

Cerys growled to the bull, only to hear a curt, steady and yet obviously frustrated response snorted immediately back at him.

"My fault? This whole poorly planned heist was your idea. I should have left you and made my escape the moment you told me you had no knowledge of the number of guards or type of defences."

Rolling his eyes, the panther smirked dryly as he tugged uselessly at the ropes binding him and Brandon together against the altar.

"And yet you always seem to follow me, despite my ideas never being planned out. You know carrying out the same actions in the same way and expecting a different result is one of the hallmarks of insanity, right?"

Brandon let Cerys tug at the ropes around his wrists without reaction, but was at very least about to speak up accusingly at the panther once more when a new voice rang out over their bickering and the chorus of chanting cultists.

"Silence! Cease your whinging, foolish thieves. You are in the temple of a Goddess soon to be reborn into this realm, and you will respect her, even as you serve her!"

Dressed in an even more luxurious looking black robe, hooded but open fronted to reveal the buff, naked and highly aroused body of the figure within, a male whose shaven, tattoo laden canine body screamed cultist high priest stepped forward onto a raised platform looking out over the pit in which the altar and those bound to it were found. His thick red cock twitched as he glared down at them, and though his appearance both in terms of his nudity and his total lack of fur was somewhat shocking to both Cerys and Brandon, neither male could help but feel their own loins stir slightly at the sight of his impressive, knotted arousal. Still, attractive as the robed figure might have been, that didn't keep Brandon from having some serious questions regarding the authority of the statements he had just made.

"Um, excuse me, sir? I was wondering whether you could provide us with some evidence to support your suggestion."

Cerys groaned, closing his eyes and hanging his head as he imagined the blades that were about to be drawn on them, and soon plunged into their soft, lightly armoured bodies from all angles. Sure enough, the high priest snarled in outrage.

"What?! What insolence do you dare show in front of us at this time, at the hour of our order's great victory!"

Calmly, his voice unwavering in tone even as he licked his lips at the sight of that thick cock bouncing around amidst the shaven dog's rage, Brandon shrugged.

"Not insolence, sir. A sincere desire for knowledge. You said we will respect and serve your goddess. I simply ask for evidence to support that statement, because personally at this time I have no inclination to serve whatever creature, be it divine or demon you plan on summoning forth, and though I have no reason not to, I equally have been given no information to suggest why I should immediately respect this being."

Shaking his head, the panther groaned and muttered to Brandon from the other side of the altar.

"Brandon... how many times do I have to tell you. Don't challenge potentially evil beings to prove themselves right. Don't give them an opportunity to try and prove their power or purpose."

Before Cerys could say anything more, the high priest laughed, his callous mirth echoing off the stone walls of the chamber and reflecting back all around them.

"You want proof?"

His voice rose to a yell, addressing not just Cerys and Brandon but all the many hundreds of cultists silently standing and watching the scene unfold below them.

"You desire proof of our great deity's power, of her godhood?! So be it! My brothers and sisters, my friends and lovers, we begin the ritual now! I promised you that none of our order would be asked to sacrifice themselves to our great benefactor, and I carry out that promise now. We will celebrate. We will delight in her coming together, but it will be these two interlopers, no-one else, who will pay the price in flesh required to bring her into this world."

All around the vast chamber, the cultists began to cheer. To whoop, to scream, and then... to moan. Brandon and Cerys looked around in shock as torches were slipped into sconces upon the walls, and with their hands now free the cultists all began to perform the same action. Grasping at their own black robes, and pulling them up and over their heads to reveal their absolutely naked, almost universally aroused bodies beneath. Moments later, creatures of all species, adults of all ages and body types and genders were flinging themselves at one another. Embracing. Kissing. Fondling, and in many cases rushing to hurriedly, urgently begin fucking. Upon the lowest of the raised sections of the amphitheatre, Cerys watched as a muscular and handsome tiger dropped to his knees before a rather skinny looking mouse, and engulfed the rodent's twitching five inch erection between his powerful jaws a moment later. Close by two vulpine women embraced one another's curvaceous forms and pressed hands between one another's quaking, already glistening thighs. A wolf got down upon their hands and knees only for a stallion to straddle them, howling so loud that their cries echoed all around the chamber as the horse stuffed his thick, already pre-cum lubricated cock seemingly effortlessly into the eager, lustful lupine's tight ass.

On the other side of the same level, Brandon's breathing grew ragged as he observed a deer, a rabbit and a mountain lion forming a threesome. The female bunny blushed and giggled as the two men kissed and fondled her before dropping to their knees, and soon her laughter turned to moans, then to shrill cries as two tongues invaded her midsection, one from the front, one from behind in eager unison. He watched a squirrel being pinned to one of the chamber's black stone walls and humped feverishly by a green, smooth skinned frog, and actually let loose a groan of his own undeniable longing as barely a minute after the festivities had commenced he began to hear and see the first undeniable screams of orgasm ringing out all around them from the horniest members of the suddenly, spontaneously orgy-ridden cult.

The two thieves were so caught up in observing the orgy suddenly bursting into being all around them that they didn't notice no longer being alone upon the pedestal until the figures approaching were almost upon them. They cried out to one another instinctively, but bound by tough ropes that neither one was strong enough to break it was impossible for either of them to do anything to aid their partner in crime, or indeed to assist themselves. They saw the glinting of sharp knives. They closed their eyes, spoke a prayer, and with what they thought were probably the last moments of their lives, they ceased trying to escape the ropes binding their arms around the rock, and pulled back towards the altar, trying vainly to grasp at their dear companion's hand for reassurance at this... the end of all things.

They heard the tearing of fabric. They felt cool metal against their fur. They waited for their companion's scream. For their own agonising wail of pain. Instead, all they felt after a few moments was... cold. Well, not cold exactly, but cooler than they had before. It took only a few more moments before the immediate terror faded, and both opened their eyes to realise what had happened. They cried out together once more, not in death or mortal pain, but in shock and embarrassment as they felt their clothes and armour being teased off, having been cut off of them along one side of each of their bodies. Within moments they were naked, and all too aware of their own throbbing arousal as the orgy continued all around them, exciting and working up their bodies even though their minds had far more pressing and potentially life threatening matters to deal with.

Looking around, paying more close and immediate attention to their surroundings, Brandon and Cerys noticed that as well as the two individuals who had stolen away their clothes, there were others with them in the vicinity of the altar now. Naked figures who like the high priest were shaven, though their bodies were rather beautifully adorned with all manner of beautiful body-paints against their smooth, pale skin. They walked bent almost double, and appeared to be drawing something upon the ground in grand, sweeping gestures with brushes coated not in ink or paint, but in some sort of shimmering dust. Neither one of them had the arcane expertise to identify it of course, but both the panther and the bull knew a magic circle when they saw one.

"I... I can make my peace with dying being sacrificed to some demon. Everyone knows there's a small chance their life might end that way, r-right...?"

Cerys groaned as he stared down not at the magic circle around himself, but at his own rock hard cock as it twitched and jerked while he listened to the cacophonous screams and moans of constant, multitudinous pleasure going on all around the chamber.

"But, of all the ways I imagined I might die over the years, I never imagined I'd die horny... at least, not unless I died because of the best, hottest fuck of my life."

Though the panther hadn't been speaking to anyone in particular, it was of course Brandon who responded with a low, steady murmur that somehow managed to cut through the wailing, cumming crowd around them.

"Yes, the cultists' practices are having a similarly arousing effect upon my own physiology. I may not agree with their ideals of mortal sacrifice, but I definitely do see the appeal of following this cult's religious beliefs over those of one based around restricting sources of physical and mental stimulation."

The circle of shining dust arranged in runed rings was soon complete, and though most of the nude and shaven, painted cultists retreated, two did not. A lithe feline who might once have had the lust grey coat of a snow leopard padded towards Brandon, and a plump rat towards Cerys. Both were unarmed, and as they approached the two thieves with their own cocks hard and drooling pre-cum, they bowed and before dropping to their knees and bringing themselves almost face to face with their two captives. Though Brandon and Cerys were unaware of what was happening to their companion, it was in almost perfect unison that the two brightly painted cultists first reached down and grasped at their own cocks with one hand each. A moment later, smiling with the same sort of placid gaze that Cerys recalled seeing all too often on Brandon's face, they reached out with their remaining free hand and each grasped at one of the two captive's cocks.

"Oh. O-oh, that's... t-that's rather quite pleasant..."

Brandon grunted as the hand closed gently around his shaft and began to squeeze, running its fingers up and down the bull's sizeable erection.

"Ah. Ahh fuck. Brandon, is... a-are you... is it happening to you too?"

Cerys moaned loudly to his friend as the rat began to stroke him and pleasure lanced through his body, not just pleasant but far more intensely blissful right from the first caress than it seemed to have any right to feel for a simple handjob.

"Indeed, I... yesss, I would assume that there is some sort of chemical compound in the paint that these individuals have covering their skin. A compound that may be stimulated, a-activated on all surfaces it is touching by... ah, by friction. I fear that any attempts to delay the onset of sexual satisfaction may well fail. I... ooohhgod, I seem to already be well on the way to climax myself. How are you fairing, Cerys?"

Shuddering, gasping, bucking against the hand stroking him, Cerys barely seemed to hear Brandon. He simply gave a loud, desperate gurgle, and tilted his head forward as though wishing to rub his face in the chest of the naked mouse and get more of that incredible paint all over him, if indeed that was what was making him feel the way he currently felt. With their nude captors tenderly stroking them without respite, both thieves felt their arousal grow and grow with seemingly exponential intensity. They cried out louder and longer until their lustful exclamations were almost indistinguishable from the orgy taking place all around them. The two men could feel one another tugging at their restraints as they bucked and thrust against the softly squeezing, rubbing hands upon their cocks. They knew they shouldn't have been letting themselves enjoy it, they both knew the situation they were in and that this mutual masturbation session was probably a part of some evil ritual that was going to bring about death and destruction to them at the least, if not to the world as a whole. But, it felt too good to ignore. Too good to deny.

They wailed, they bellowed, Brandon by this point ever bit as wild and uninhibited as Cerys while all of a sudden both the cultists pleasuring them ceased their gentle masturbation, and grabbed violently, forcefully at their throbbing cocks. If the pleasure had been mind-bending before, it was beyond all comprehension as the snow leopard and rat began to jerk the two captives off in an absolute frenzy. Their cries grew louder and louder as though magically amplified as pre-cum rained down upon the magic circle and the dust forming it began to glow. The orgy all around them did not stop, but all eyes turned towards the centre of the room while the hundreds of bodies present continued to fuck and hump and pleasure and cum together with their fellow cultists.

"A price in flesh!"

The rat squealed in ecstasy as he watched Cerys' eyes roll back into the panther's head, and felt the feline male's cock throbbing and twitching more urgently, more uncontrollably than ever within his tight grasp.

"A price in flesh!"

The snow leopard mirrored his fellow cultist's cry a mere moment or so later, snarling in his own lustful glee while Brandon humped violently at the paw wrapped around him, his whole body beginning to quake and his substantial balls drawing up to feed cum through his huge, straining erection.

A moment later both thieves gave a frantic, mindless scream of pure and unfettered elation, and though both their unnamed lovers released their cocks and scampered hurriedly away from the glowing circle as soon as each captive male began to launch thick ribbons of cum from their straining cocks, the lack of a hand upon their shafts as they came together seemed to do nothing to even remotely diminish the wild, untamed ferocity of those peaks' pleasure. They moaned, wailed and strained in their bonds as they watched their cocks spraying and spurting the biggest, most voluminously productive orgasmic loads of their lifetime out over the magic circle in thick ropes, and as with every fresh burst of their cum the circle began to glow brighter and brighter, so too did the pleasure crashing through them only intensify as well.

"Our goddess comes as our sacrifices cum! So the prophecy foretold!"

The high priest and around half a dozen painted, naked and shaven followers stepped forward onto the pedestal on which the altar was set, surrounding the circle but not stepping onto it as its form began to ripple, and as though reality itself was bending and opening up in a great yawning maw, thick black tentacles oozing a rich violet liquid from their slippery innards began to slap and slither forth against the black stone floor.

"Goddess, claim your sacrifices. Feast upon their flesh, and then come for me. For me and whoever you choose of my most trusted and loyal serva-...uh, companions! Let us be your envoys. Your emissaries. Your prophets as we spread the message of your bliss to all corners of this world!"

More and more tentacles emerged from the rippling ground all around the altar. They slithered and rubbed against Brandon and Cerys' knees and feet where the two men knelt, gasping and whimpering as their orgasms finally began to subside but still too overwhelmed to truly react to the immediate, life-threatening peril in which they now found themselves. Turning their heads towards the high priest of the cult, the two weary, lust-stricken males watched as a whole cluster of tentacles moved towards him, and he too dropped to his knees with a wailing cry of joy. His robe fell aside, and as the tentacles reached within metres of him, then mere centimetres before long, the cultist leader began to feverishly, uncontrollably masturbate himself.

Then, at the last second, the tentacles stopped. They didn't cease moving, but they stopped advancing towards the tattooed cultist. He grunted. His eyes bulged.

"N-no... no, why are you stopping? Don't stop. Don't think. T-there's no need. No reason to consider it. I am the only choice. I am your most humble servant. I... I raised this cult from nothing. I found the artefact. I found this temple. I found you sacrifices without risking a single innocent life! I am good. I am pure. I deserve this!!"

A tentacle brushed against the base of Brandon's cock, and the bull grunted as despite having just cum a wave of pleasure surged through him as a slick, glistening purple residue was left upon his throbbing member. Close by, Cerys mewled in desire as he felt a tentacle slithering beneath him, under his balls and rubbing itself against his perineum as it seemed to explore in the general direction of his asshole. The cult leader seemed to hear their gasps, for he soon looked over the unmoving mass of tentacles between himself and the altar, and his eyes bulged.

"No!"

He gasped, releasing his cock and springing to his feet.

"No! N-not them. They aren't to be chosen. They aren't one of us! They are sacrifices, unworthy of your bounty even as supplicants. I am the one! I am to lead the world into a new age of pleasure and freedom. Me! Me!"

He flung himself forward, towards the altar, but barely made it a foot within the magical circle before a whole host of tentacles lashed out from the floor and grasped at his ankles. His eyes bulged, his cock twitched, and as a single streak of cum poured from his cock and a mindless shriek of pleasure escaped his muzzle, the dog was dragged down through the portal and out of sight. For a moment, just a moment, the whole room fell absolutely silent in utter shock. The orgy froze, and both thieves froze too as they also prepared to be dragged into whatever realm had birthed this obviously demonic being. Then, a split-second later, the tentacles sprang into action once more. They lunged for Cerys and Brandon en masse, some twisting around the altar behind them and tearing through their bonds like they were nothing more than tissue paper while others wrapped around the bull and panther's limbs and dragged them off the ground, up into the air.

Brandon bellowed as a thick tentacle pressed deep into his ass without warning, and his eyes rolled back, a thick eruption of fresh orgasmic cum pouring from his cock as he felt a hot, thick fluid pouring out into his backside and intensifying the pleasure of the tentacle moving within him at least a thousand-fold. Cerys tried to scream in ecstasy of his own as he too was penetrated deep in his rump, but at the same time another tendril stuffed itself into his muzzle and began to pump creamy, hot liquid that tasted oddly like vanilla caramel down his throat. His cock too began to spurt and twitch, and as both men felt more tentacles spreading their limbs apart and hoisting them up for all to see, a final tentacle wrapped itself around each of their already cumming cocks, and began to milk them as it oozed thick, hyper-sensitising purple lubricant over every last inch of their twitching, spurting erections.

"The Goddess has chosen! Behold, friends and lovers. Behold our new leaders, and rejoice!"

The painted cultists backed away from the mass of writhing tentacles as they cried out to the rest of the cultists, already beginning to touch themselves and one another while they watched Cerys and Brandon being used, claimed, and pleasured to such rampant and repeated excess by the tentacles. Upon hearing this, and hearing the two thieves gurgling cries of ecstasy as they watched them being ploughed so deliciously, the orgy sprang back into action with no further delay. People stroked, slurped, suckled, humped, fucked and came long, hard, and as loudly as their vocal chords would permit. They cheered and revelled in their shared ecstasy, and hungrily, shamelessly they watched their new saviours being granted the blessing of their goddess... hoping that one day they would be so lucky, so blessed, as to earn that opportunity for themselves.

As for Cerys and Brandon themselves, they couldn't speak. They couldn't think, and from what it felt like these tentacles intended on doing with them, making them cum over and over again only to end up even hornier and more desperate for the next peak just seconds later, they didn't feel as though they would be capable of rational thought for quite some time.

Later however, days later when finally the ritual ended and the goddess retreated to her realm to recuperate, the bull and panther found themselves at peace at long last. Lying upon that same pedestal in the centre of the inner sanctum, but now with lush pillows and blankets draped all around them, the space at the centre of the amphitheatre having been converted into the most luxurious, indulgent bedchamber either one of them had ever known. They were both rock hard, and still horny, still sensitive as hell. But, even in their desire and desperation, their minds and their lives were their own.

Their own, and... or so it felt as they looked inside themselves, one another's, of course.

"I... I take it all back."

Cerys kissed Brandon deeply, cuddling up against the bull as their cocks rubbed tenderly, playfully and blissfully against one another. They moaned. They shuddered and gasped as they launched hot ribbons of cum across one another's chests. Stroking the panther's cheek, Brandon raised an eyebrow and spoke calmly, only the merest hint of curiosity present in his voice, though it quavered slightly in pleasure at the same time.

"You take w-whaa-aahh... what back, Cerys?"

Sliding a short way up the larger male's body, the panther reached down and grasped at the still twitching, oozing tip of Brandon's huge cock. He tilted it upward slightly, and with a grunt of effort began to slide back towards it, onto it without a moment's hesitation.

"I'm glad. I... oohhyesss, I'm glad that you got us caught. I'm sorry I ever blamed you. Sorry I ever doubted you."

Brandon smiled, a gentle, placid but sincere smile. He nodded, and he began to rock his hips against Cerys' ass, pressing his cock deeper and deeper into the panting, needy panther.

"It was still your fault we got caught, Cerys. Not mine. But... for all that matters now? I'm glad you got us caught, too."

By Jeeves

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