Of The Seventh Seal

Down, down deep, beneath the feet of civilization, beneath centuries, beneath times of peace and times of war, there lies a dungeon. Buried by the weight of tales and forgotten by all but a select few.

It is a dungeon of ancient times, of times when the great beasts roamed the lands, of times when the world was a different one.

A gigantic gate stood tall and ominous in front of it all. It was not one of wood, for it would've rotted long ago. It was of metal, solid iron, blackened and worn by times passing by. There wasn't an inch of surface, that was not covered with lines, some etched, some carved. Ancient symbols, seals, spells of the old tongue. They are both protection and warning. What lies beyond is not for the faint of heart.

A sharp knock echoes through the chamber leading up to the ancient gate. It is the only sound besides the torches crackling about. They cast unsteady shadows on the walls and on the gate. Shadows of two.

One tall and thin, just sinew and bone. One smaller, somewhat normal - far and wide the only thing normal here. Both clad in robes of unassuming brown, the hoods pulled low over their heads.

"Steady yourself, initiate." the taller one spoke and the gate started moving.

The tall figure entered through the gate. There was purpose in his step - no hesitation. The smaller figure followed. His step, however, was hesitant.

"Brother, it is good that you came." another voice, another figure clad in a brown robe. Their head covered as well.

"I hurried as soon as I got your message." the tall figure responded, laying a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Is this about the rising blood moon?"

"I fear so, brother."

"I have brought help." the tall figure pointed at the smaller one, which stood aside, his head bowed.

"An initiate? You know what we are dealing with here, brother. Are you sure about this?" there was uncertainty in the third figure's voice, fear even.

"He is of strong will and iron conviction. He will be of great help, brother."

"Very well. I trust your judgement. Does he know?"

"No."

"Then better get it over with. Time is of the essence." the third figure stepped off into the dark, not another word spoken.

The tall figure waved for the initiate to come join him. He fell into step beside the brother, still uncertainty in his step.

"I am aware you are doing good in your studies, initiate. Usually, an initiate would not be allowed down here, but desperate times call for desperate measures. How is your knowledge of demonology?"

"I have read the sacrilege of fire and brother Aru's text about the binding of iron, brother." the initiate's voice was filled with duty, but shook with anticipation.

"Very good, initiate. These text will provide invaluable in what's to come." the taller one swallowed.

They approached another door made of iron. Just as intricately carved and etched as the gate a couple dozen steps behind them. It was smaller, but still dwarfed even the tall figure by two heights. The tall one took a deep breath and steadied himself. There was uncertainty in him now, too.

"You are about to meet the brotherhood's oldest obligation. A demon of the ancient times." the tall one gulped and so did the initiate.

"Do not fear, initiate. He is bound and has been for millennia, but remain cautious - he is a demon after all." the heavy iron door creaked and squeaked.

The initiate braced himself, but could not suppress a gasp of surprise.

The hall they both entered was one as large as they had just been in. Torches hung from the walls, but did hardly spend enough light to illuminate the hall. It was hotter in here, too, unnaturally so. The brown robes became but garments of burden in a few short moments. The hall was empty except for the torches and something on the far wall.

The initiate's and brother's steps echoed through the hall as they approached it. The darkness around them was like fog, shifting and flowing, even though there was no wind. It grew thicker as they came close.

The initiate missed his step and struggled, before regaining his balance as he got a look at what came before him. A pair of burning orange eyes appeared in the fog of darkness. Predatory eyes.

"Steady yourself, initiate." the tall one hissed, without turning his gaze. The initiate felt impossible to do so. The eyes were fixated on him. They locked with his own and he felt them piercing right through him into the back of his skull, burning away all his resolution and willpower in an instant.

"Stand down, demon! You will not have this one." the tall figure shouted.

The initiate shuddered as a dark and dangerous voice responded. "We will see about that." the burning eyes never leaving his.

"Reveal yourself, demon! Or I shall bring forth the iron."

There was a growl coming from the shadows. Deep and dark almost making the initiate run for the door. Before him the darkness receded, revealing more of the room as light conquered back the space.

There, pressed against the wall, in the thickest of iron chains, stood a figure. A wolf of midnight black fur and the same orange glowing eyes. A giant of proportions, that made the door they had passed of reasonable size. Rippling muscles and sharp claws and glinting, white teeth.

The initiate watched in horror and wonder alike as iridescent symbols appeared on his body. It was seven of them. Disks of floating, white light. One on his every paw, one on his every foot. One on his forehead, one on his chest... and one just above... The initiate swallowed hard... above his... nether regions.

There was a sinister grin creeping over the demon's expression. A knowing grin. One that prompted the tall figure to action.

"Steady yourself, initiate. The demon tempts the weak of heart. You will not be one of them." he shouted as commanding as he could.

The initiate shook his head and focused his eyes back on the white, glowing seals.

"Let him have his pleasure, brother." the demon all but whispered. "Your vow of purity is but a fool's concept. I know - better than anyone - what renunciations you must accept," his gaze wandering to the initiate. "what you're missing out on..."

"Silence, demon! I will have you clad in iron, if you do not stop the lies!" the tall figure shrieked.

The demon, though, simply turned his gaze, locking eyes once more. "Do not listen to him, little one. The pleasures of the flesh are something to enjoy, not to fear."

It was as if the initiate heard the voice directly in his head. It made his head swim and hard to focus. The heat of the room became much more unbearable.

Another sinister smile formed on the demon's lips.

"I'm fine, brother." the initiate finally regained control of himself. "His presence was overwhelming at first, but I got it under control now."

A snicker came from the wall, but none of the figures paid attention.

"Good, initiate. You had me worried there." the tall figure turned to the demon and pointed his finger straight at him.

"This is Kalun'makturo - the Bringer of Darkness."

"Kal's fine." the demon never turned his gaze from the initiate. This time, though, the initiate was confident he had it under control. He returned the gaze with cold objectivity.

"He will bring about the end of all things, should he ever walk the surface again." the tall figure continued.

"Who's lying now?"

"He is bound in iron chains, forged by the greatest smiths of times past."

"They had no idea how to forge a solid piece of metal." the demon commented with another chuckle.

"Silence!" the tall man's voice became shrill.

Only the demon seemed to enjoy the moment of silence that followed. The tall man took a few deep breaths to compose himself, before continuing with his lecture.

"There are seven seals on his body. The seals on his paws are those of weakness. The ones on his feet of slowness. The one on his head of moderation. The one on his chest of tranquility. And the last one of purity. It is of vital importance, that all of them remain intact. Just one broken seal and we cannot hope to fathom the horrors that are to come."

The demon chuckled again. "Simple. I will have your head, but his ass."

The initiate gulped and turned his head away. His mask of cold objectivity crumbled.

"Silence!" the tall man reached for the iron talisman in his robe and approached the demon. "I will have you suffer for your impertinence!"

The demon hissed as the cold iron touched his bare chest. Smoke rose and sizzling noises were heard. The initiate watched in shock and awe as he saw something starting to protrude from the thick sheath of the demon. A glistening rod just as black as his fur. It was but the tip, the promise of something more. He saw the heavy balls pull tight and the initiate grew hot under his collar.

The tall man stepped back and grunted, he didn't seem to have noticed what had happened below. "This is but a taste of what's to come, demon, once the ritual is complete."

"Continue, please." the demon said in a suggestive tone, licking his chops.

He was ignored and the tall man walked over to the initiate to press the iron talisman into his palm.

"Use this, when he gets out of control again, initiate."

The initiate nodded dutifully.

"Your task, initiate, is a simple one, but also of utmost importance. The brothers and I have to prepare the ritual of strengthened binding for the blood moon, that is to come. Meanwhile, we need you to stand guard. Watch the demon with vigilance and report anything out of the ordinary."

A hand was rested on the initiate's shoulder and the tall figure leaned close to whisper into his ear.

"He will try to get into your head by any means possible. Do not fall for anything he says. He will kill you the moment you fail. Have I made myself clear?"

"I will not disappoint, brother."

"I know you won't, initiate. Best of luck." and with that the tall man strode forth towards the door again, not turning again, not wavering in his step.

The initiate looked after the tall man as the door fell close.

He was alone with a demon now.

He steadied his mind and body for what was to come. He remembered his training and the vow of purity. He would not waver. He would not disappoint.

"Give me the talisman again, little one." the demon said and the initiate turned to look at him.

"Don't think for one moment I won't, demon. I may be an initiate, but I am devoted to the cause." his voice is one of resolution and of determination.

"Then what are you waiting for? You are not afraid, are you?" a sinister snicker.

"Silence, demon! Your words have no power over me!"

"It is not my words, that have power over you." his teeth glinted in the flickering light of the torches. The darkness, that had receded from the hall earlier, started creeping back out. Tentacles of darkness, of fog, touching and feeling their way across the ground. It was getting darker again.

The initiate did not hesitate. With a few angry steps he stepped up to the demon and pressed the talisman against his bulging chest. Sizzling and a grunt was heard, but instead of pain and stress the demon looked down at the initiate and grinned. The initiate's eyes grew wide in horror, before pulling back and jamming the talisman back against the chest. Another grunt and a bucking of the hips. The initiate didn't dare lowering his gaze.

"Your attempts are futile, little one. The blood moon makes it but a tingling, a so very pleasurable tingling. Continue. I enjoy it greatly."

With a response more akin to a frustrated grunt the initiate pulled back. "You're sick."

Seeing the truth behind the demon's words he quickly considered his options. Was that reason enough to call the brother? So soon? He would surely be disappointed with him for having held out a few minutes at most. No, he would find a way. His eyes wandered the room and stopped at the demon again. It was his turn to have a sinister grin on his lips.

With a swift motion he grabbed the demon's black member. The talisman squeezed between palm and his dick.

A booming howl echoed through the hall. A couple of the closest torches blew out. The darkness spread further into the room.

He held tight as the demon bucked his hips. There was no escaping from his vice-like grip. He would have the demon pay for playing with him earlier. He would show him, that he too was to be feared. He would-

The initiate stopped in his thoughts as he saw the demon start panting. He wasn't bucking his hips, because he wanted to escape, now was he? Horror and disgust washed over the initiate and he quickly let go, before taking several steps back. The beast was enjoying his punishment still.

The demon sighed deeply in relief. "I will be sure to reward you for your actions later, little one. I will also have you punished for stopping early."

The talisman hit the ground with a bright thud. It was of no use. He glanced around, looking for anything else. He considered the burning flames of the torch.

"I'm a demon, little one. Fire will not work on me." spoke the demon, that had followed the initiate's gaze. The initiate also noticed something else. All of the torches on their side of the hall had been blown out. The darkness was enveloping more of the room than it had when they first had entered. The two of them were at the center of the darkness.

It was time to inform the brother. The initiate contemplated his decision for a moment. There was no immanent danger. The darkness had spread into the room again, so what? It was but fog. The demon was still bound in iron and the seven seals. There was nothing out of the ordinary. No reason to inform the brother and show his inability to handle the situation.

He sighed and turned to the demon again, before sitting down and crossing his legs. He would wait and meditate for the time being.

"You should continue, where you left off, little one." the demon suggested.

"Shut up!"

The demon didn't. "I will reward you handsomely for it."

"I said shut up!"

"I have seen it in your eyes, little one. You want to experience the pleasures."

The initiate grunted in frustration and forced his eyes shut, trying to focus on his breathing.

"There's nothing wrong with it. You should indulge in them, while you are young and virile. Have you never wondered what it would feel like? To have a hot, wet mouth wrapped around your manhood? Or maybe feel the clenching walls of your partner as you both reach highs usually reserved for only the gods? Or simply feel your hand work your shaft? Up and down, up and down until you are but a writhing mess."

His teeth were clenched when he responded. "You will not tempt me, demon. My vow holds true."

His nose itched from the fog tickling it ever so slightly. He rubbed it only to gasp out as the smell hit his nose. A smell of musk and need. A smell of wolf and horniness. Quickly, he grabbed part of robe and toweled his hand off, that had grabbed the demon's dick earlier.

A snicker in the darkness. "Imagine how much stronger that smell will be, once you bury your nose in my crotch." The initiate tried to clear his mind again. He felt a tingle in his groin and cringed. This would be his most difficult test in the brotherhood yet.

"You should come closer, little one. You can't see what I'm up to in the darkness. How are you supposed to warn the others, if you don't know what's happening?"

His jaw hurt from the constant clenching of his teeth, but unfortunately, he came to realize, the demon was right. He got up and moved a few steps closer. Closer into the darkness. He could just barely make out the seal's radiating light, even though he had to be not two steps from it. So close to the demon the darkness was all encompassing. It muffled light and sound alike, leaving him feeling alone and vulnerable. The musk was noticeable at that distance. Much to his dismay, because he felt it tingle his groin again. It felt wrong, but he could hardly do anything against the intoxicating effect if he wanted to perform his duties.

The orange eyes loomed above him and made him feel rather meek. This room didn't feel to be in his control anymore.

"I will tell you, what I'm going to do to you, little one. In all the details your innocent mind could never imagine." the voice radiated from the fog, from everywhere around him. His hands balled to fists, trying to suppress the shivers of fear and arousal.

"Silence." he croaked, but it was him, who fell silent.

The voice of the demon was like a tentacle of fog worming its way inside his mind.

"I will make you worship me. I will let you indulge yourself in the intoxicating scent of my crotch. I will have you fondle those heavy orbs of mine and I will have you wrap your mouth around my cock. You will work it nice and slow, ever deeper until you are choking and coughing - and you will enjoy it immensely. Only after you lubricated my cock I will have you strip and bend over. You will spear yourself on my dick. Slowly, carefully, we both want this experience to be pleasurable for you after all. You'll sink deeper until you finally bump against my knot. By that time you will shiver and moan in pleasure, my hot dick rubbing all the right spots in your backside to make you squeal and quiver. It will be addicting, it will be incredible and it will make you feel so very good. Soon enough you will want more, you go harder at it. You will start to drive yourself deeper, trying to push the knot into your tight hole. You will struggle, you will moan in desperate need and I will whisper all the words of encouragement you want to hear. You will feel cared for and safe and secure, while you push the knot past your entrance. You will scream, rock back and forth in uncontrollable spasms of the muscles. You will clench tight and my fat knot will crush your prostrate for you to cum, until you can't stand on your shaky legs and collapse on the floor. You will bask in the afterglow of the most intense experience of your young life."

From the darkness came a chuckle.

"And afterwards you will return to your guard duty. You will have an experience to think about for years to come and no one will ever know what happened. After all, if you break a vow and no one notices, do you really?"

Silence followed. A gulp, a smacking of the lips.

"I do not trust you, demon." it is a weak attempt. Both know it.

"You do not have to, little one." the demon shook his restraints. Making the chains jingle. "You are in control here."

He was. The darkness was shielding all and the brothers would be gone all day and night. There was no harm in giving it a try, right? It would be an experience, that would make him a better member of the brotherhood in the future. And no one would be the wiser.

"If you trick me, I'll use the talisman - after the blood moon has passed."

"A deal then." came back the voice and some of the veil, that had covered the demon was lifted.

The initiate kneeled down in front of the demon's crotch and started to very carefully run his fingers over it. A hiss was heard from above. One of pleasure, not pain. He used both his hands to weigh the hefty orbs hanging below the sheath. Each of them filled his hand. They were rather heavy and firm to the touch. The soft and supple fur flattering his skin. Slowly, he started fondling them, kneading them slightly. His motions elicited moans of pleasure from the demon above him. He may have not had experience in such things, but he too was a male and not entirely ignorant about the matter at hand. The tingling in his own crotch grew stronger and more incessant as he leaned his face into them and took his first breath. His head started swimming again, the tingling in his groin became a raging boner almost in an instant. Had the first whiff of his hand been intoxicating, this one made him flat out drunk. He leaned in even closer pressing his nose into the smooth fur and holding the balls tightly. There was no more hesitation after that. Raw, unrelenting lust came over him. Something wet poked his forehead. The black tip greeted him and the initiate wasted no time and dove right in. Wrapping his lips around it as best he could, diving the tongue into the sheath, trying to coax more of it out of its hiding place.

His work was rewarded every step along the way. More and more of the massive member started pushing into his mouth, making him gag. The initiate didn't pull away though, he was determined to keep his lips locked to the sheath. Letting the tasty meat travel from one wet cave to the next. Groans of pleasure left the muzzle of the demon. His head thrown back and maw gaping open, tongue lolling out.

Both enjoyed the treatment immensely. Sounds of lewdness filled the far hall. Muffled by the fog of darkness, that started to flow and move more violently with every passing moment, that the initiate serviced the demon's black rod.

Soon enough, the initiate had to resort using his hands to grab onto the sheath and knead and press down on it. His head was pushed back by the cock and he was just short of reaching the knot with his lips. The tip of the canine dick tickled his throat and he felt spurts of pre being deposited into his stomach. His eyes were tearing and he choked every so often, but his willpower had him come out on top.

"Turn around, little one." he heard come from above. An almost dissatisfied grunt left his throat as he pulled the massive member out of his mouth. His lips and cheek were coated in a thick layer of pre, making the smell now omnipresent on every inhale.

The initiate disrobed in a mere blink of the eye and positioned himself with his back facing the demon. His ass pressed against the crotch of his partner in crime, he let the wet tool rub his cleft. Hotdogging him for that direly needed bit of lubrication of what was to follow. The demon above him let out a canine whine as his cock was aligned with the hole of the human. The tapered tip helped seal the deal as it aided in guiding him inside.

The initiate gasped, trying his earnest to let his quivering legs not give out under him and pushed deeper. A few more inches went. Grunts and groans of both came in unison. Their raspy voices becoming one in the face of otherworldly pleasures.

Ever deeper the human pushed and the demon couldn't help himself, but add to the union by bucking his hips again and again, using the bit of movement in his waist, that the chains gave him. It was enough to drive the human into a frenzy. From slow and steady thrusts, came fast and deep ones. The unnaturally hot member rubbing over his most sensitive areas and leaving him with nothing but pure bliss from a corrupted being.

"Harder!" the initiate demanded, breath driven out of him. He leaned back into the silky soft fur, pushing his ass as far into the demon's crotch as he could. The demon obliged all too happily. From what little space of motion he had, he made the most. It might've not been deep, but surely hard and fast. The initiate had to hold onto the demon's hips and pull himself tighter.

"I want the knot! Give it to me, demon!" from a calm and collected initiate of the brotherhood had become an impatient and needy man with all but one mission: To drive the knot into his ass.

His legs were trembling, as were the ones of the demon. It cost both of them all of their willpower and energy to keep going in their position.

The need, the horniness proved to great an asset. Ignoring the shivering and quivering, the whining and moaning, the demon drove home and the human pushed against it as hard as his weak posture would allow him to.

A howl to shake the very foundation of this dungeon. The rest of the torches at the far side of the room were blown out. Darkness enveloped all. A scream of incredible pleasure and both of them exploded.

The initiate's legs gave out. He was stuck fast by the knot and his own member shot rope after rope of not-so-pure cum all over the floor. The demon, long denied and held back by the seventh seal burst forth a river of cum. Filling the initiate with many ropes of demonic seed, leaving him with a bulge in his belly and a almost unconscious mind.

There was no regret, just tingling afterglow for the initiate. His muscles relaxe-

Something mixed into their pants and moans, something of glass shattering. The initiate turned his head in a daze, still mostly hanging onto the knot lodged inside his back entrance. The seven iridescent seals were the only source of illumination in the dark hall. That and the glowing, orange eyes of the demon, that had just fucked him to kingdom come.

One of the seals - the seventh one - the one of purity had cracked. Before the initiate's eyes small cracks traveled all over its surface until it finally shattered in a flash of light.

A moment of silence followed. A moment of rising dread. A pleasurable afterglow became a terrific horror.

A booming laughter was heard. A laughter to make the plaster rain down from the ceiling.

"At last." the demon roared. In the all encompassing darkness the initiate watched helplessly as the other seals started to crack.

The initiate tried to push himself off the knot. Pulling and pushing as hard as he could, but he was stuck fast.

"Don't think I forgot about you, little one."

More seals shattered, iron screamed and the faint light of the seals - his only source of illumination in the void faded into nothingness. He felt a large paw wrap around his chest and he shuddered, but didn't dare to move a muscle. He was pressed against the chest. The soft fur still tickling his backside in a most pleasurable way, which didn't help his situation in the slightest.

"I'll be sure to reward you, little one." the demon's voice was but a snarled whisper next to his ear. "You'll make a great addition to my throne - and my cock." he chuckled.

"We had a deal!" the initiate whispered in panic. His voice cracking.

"Didn't you take your studies seriously? Never make deals with demons. It is the very first rule in the sacrilege of fire."

He laughed.

The door flew open, showing a handful of members of the brotherhood. He reached out, but it was of no use.

"He is mine." snarled the demon above him.

The fog hid them and it all went silent.

The darkness faded as more and more torches were lit, but the room was empty.