Date: Wed, 03 Mar 2021 00:02:18 +0000 From: encolpius1@protonmail.com Subject: Devil's Hollow 9 (of 12) DEVIL'S HOLLOW By Encolpius DISCLAIMER: This story contains elements of theistic Satanism Feedback is appreciated. Write to encolpius1@protonmail.com Remember that Nifty needs your help! Hit the donate button! NINE The community gathered for the Winter Solstice, a time of magic. Whether Yule or Christmas or Saturnalia, the longest night is as special as the longest day. In the sacred grove, it was warm. Outside, the brillant colars of autumn had turned to the gray drabness of winter, the first snow having fallen, white and glorious. In the forest, it was forever summer. The fruit grows and the flowers bloom. Four weeks later they gather again for the Revels. The community gathers up, naked, expectant. The Priestesses make an incantation. The wine is passed from lip to lip. Paul, a boy, saw his former wife Jena with her husbands and they spoke. He was happy for her. She had found what she wanted. She had a few bruises from the roughness of it from them but she was satisfied, and satisfied in a way that Paul could never match. They stood together along with Paul and his group. Chemosh, Trip's son, stood in the center of the circle. Naked. Embarassed by his erection. He was a lanky boy but not yet tall, his hands and feet too big. He was lean. He was in the throes of puberty, a little circlet of hair across his growing cock. He was horny and excited. From the time of being a small boy onward, he had seen what comes next and now it is his turn. And he was eager for it even if he was embarassed by his eagerness. "The Lord Satan, the Great God of ours, is worshipped through drunkenness and revelry, through primal pleasures" Aamon called out. There was a girl and a boy. Both naked. Both fine as hell. He kissed the girl first, blacked haired with a fine firm tits, but he kissed the boy, equally black headed, more eagerly. He had been shy about touching the girl but not the boy. He clamped his hand on that fat tool immediately. He stroked that uncut cock as their bodies pressed together. The kissing was urgent and passionate. Young Chemosh burned with fire, with lust. He turned for the girl, now bolder, grabbing her tit and pushing his face on her. He was hard. He was throbbing. The boy got on his keees to lick at Chemosh's hard uncut cock as he roughly handled the girl. Chemosh's mother was pressed up against Trip and he had his arm drapped around her, slowly kneading and playing with her titty. Her own hand had found its way down to her slit, rubbing her clit and fingering herself. She was hot watching her son do it and Trip was sporting an erection too. Jena, the boy's grandmother, still hot as hell and looking not a day older, was squeezing her own tits, watching. Paul was proud at how far they had come, embracing their sexuality as a gift, letting go of the taboos and silly moral strictures of a God that viewed us only as a source of adulation. And, even though Paul was even less physically mature than his grandson, along side Dagan, he too sported a hard on. They were on the ground. Chemosh was between the girl's legs, eating her pussy. The boy had moved to the rear and was rimming the kid. Paul reflected that it was hot to be sure, a lust arousing sight to see young bodies engaged in the most pleasurable thing humans can do, but there was real beauty in it. A greater beauty than even the greatest cathederals. Glorifying God with pleasure is better than doing it with awe. Paul had to reach down and tug on his uncut cock -- a great thing, a great gift - just to relieve some of the building pressure of lust. People all around him were openly mastubating. The boy slowly, gently buried his cock in Chemosh's ass. Paul was glad that the boy was at least bisexual, if not outright gay. And Trip, in good Satanist fashion, didn't care. The Light Bringer is honored either way. The boy slowly fucked him and the crowd heated up. They were not at a fever pitch but a slow boil. Bodies rustled and there was movement all around. By the time Chemosh had taken a load and then pushed his own cock into the waiting hot slick pussy, it was a full on gang bang though. Women were getting fucked from behind standing and watching. There were men crouched down licking pussy and women squatting sucking dick. Men bent over taking it in the ass and women too. Even the little kids got in the action, play acting at fucking amd actual fucking, little hairless cocks going into little hairless pussies. Little mouths on little cocks, licking pussy. Girls at the threshold of their period having boys pawing at their breast buds. There was heat and lust to spare. Paul felt the horniness of the place and time. For nearly four years he had been Dagan's companion. Dagan the boy and Dagan the girl. Sometimes a boy, sometimes a young man, sometimes a grown man, Paul had been whatever Dagan wanted. Even now as the circle descended into the usual madness of sexual license, Dagan held back. He had an erection. But he didn't act. Paul, almost desperate to participate, hung back too. Aamon came to him. "My son" "At the Summer Solstice it will be my time" "Yout time to be in the circle, true. But your time is now. Do you not feel it.?" "I don't know" Dagan said "The quickening of the pulse, the excitement, the fire and heat and electricity in your groin. Do you feel it?" "I do" Dagan said. "Then this is your time" There was stillness around them. Everyone was standing up, watching. Men and boys were slowly stroking themselves, the women naked and some fingering themselves. The circle had reset. Chemosh was there. And Dagan. Paul watched. He was a man now. Grown and hard. Aamon stood beside him "The great transition of life" Aamon said "Like eating the fruit of the tree" Paul answered. Aamon smiled. "In a sense" The two boys kissed. Their lean underdeveloped bodies were mashed together. Their dicks were too big for their boyish frames but they were hard. As they kissed, they mashed together at the crotch, a little friction, a little pressure. They kissed with urgency, with passion. Two boys that wanted to devour each other. The newness of their horniness, its novelty, was powerful. A horniness that was all comsuming. They kissed, they touched and the power of their lust flowed over all the assembled ones. But they were transfixed. Paul was. He too was young again in just an instant, a young hoy on the cusp of the teenage years. But as the lust and horniness grew, Paul grew again this time, once again going through puberty to become a young man and then a grown man. It was Dagan that sucked Chemosh off. All the way down so that his sparse pubes tickled the young demon's face. Chemosh, overexcited, held Dagan's head down on his swolllen young cock and then he started to face fuck him. Dagan took it without choking. His own dick, was twitching in excitement. Chemosh gave a loud sigh, a guttural cry of pleasure. His firm young ass flexed and relaxed as he took his dick into and out of Dagan's hot mouth. Everyone stood transfixed, catatonic from the overwhelming power of lust. The men and boys were hard The women and girls were wet. But no one moved. No one spoke. They didn't touch themselves. They watched. They listened to the groans and moans and cries of the boys. Dagan was up and Chemnosh was on his knees in prayer, worshipping the demon cock. He loved it with his mouth and with his hand. Chemosh stayed hard too. He needed to suck as surely as he needed to be sucked. He was so hard taking it down that his young dick stood straight up, his lucious balls tight up against his body. He worshipped Dagan's cock, pulling on it playing with the foreskin. He took it down. Paul wondered how much experience the boy had at such a young age as he seemed to be practicised beyond his years. Then he realized it didn't matter. In Satan, there is no shame. No guilt. No reason to hide. Your sexuality is yours and it's yours at any age. If the boy wanted to suck dick at any age, he was free under the power of the Prince of Hell to do that. It was beautiful. It was alluring. It was erotic. Waves of lust washed over them and still no one moved. They listened and watched. Dagan was on the ground, his knees in a tuck position, his ass up. Chemosh entered him, slowly and hesitantly and awkwardly. Paul was certain he was losing that part of his virginity. Innocence is a joke. It's a burden. It keeps you from the greatest pleasure and Chemosh, like all boys, throws it aside willingly. As he pushed his hard dick into Dagan's waiting ass, he crossed a threshold and he would never look back. Dagan was throbbing hard as he did it too. He had to reach down and stroke his erection, softly at first and then more urgently. His head was back in sheer ecstasy, overwhelming pleasure. "Mmmmm" Dagan purred as Chemosh went after his ass. "Oh yeah. oh yeah" Chemosh fucked him hard. Fast. Hard. He had lost control. He wanted it all right now. Greedy. Urgent. He fucked him . He reached down and stroked Dagan's hard cock as he did, roughly jacking him. Dagan let him and then took over, better knowing how to touch himself than anyone else could ever do. He stroked it, furiously, as Chemosh plowed his ass. Then Dagan, his whole body tense and tight, his eyes closed hard, his face contorted, gave a small long whimper just before Chemosh let out a guttural cry. Two hard strokes and Chemosh stopped, his body shaking. Dagan stroked himself with a strangled cry. Three spurts, thin and clear and sticky, came from his dick, hitting his lean torso. Dagan had ejaculated for the first time. His body went limp. It was like a dam burst. A bomb went off. Everyone around went crazy. Pawing at each other, throwing each to the ground, rubbing and touching and fighting hard for dominance. Everyone, every age, from small to grown, needed relief. Needed release. They were going to get it. It was franti, almost violent orgy. It hit Paul hard too but he didn't move at first. He stared at his hard, twitching dick and then looked up. It was young man, beautiful. It was Dagan. Having shot, he was free of the bounds, going from boy to man in an instant. "I'm going to fuck you" Dagan said to Paul "Good" Paul answered. He got behind as they stood there, Dagan as a young man taller than Paul. and he grabbed his stiff dick and pushed it against Paul's tight sphincter. No lube but it didn't matter. He pushed his way in without trouble and it filled Paul up just right. Dagan grabbed him in a bear hug his poverful arms around Paul. The feel of man was good, different than a boy but good. The smell of a man. The hardness. The muscles. It was the greatest of all. His hard cock was in him and Paul moved and flexed to make more movment, more friction, more pleasure "Do you desire me as a man or just as a boy. Do you want it to be the way it was or the way it is" Dagan sasked Paul put his hand on Dagans hands, holding him tight on his lower chect. "I am your companion. I am your servant. Do with me what you want" Aamon was in front of him, naked and golden haired. He too was a young man in the perfection of masculinity. Like his son Dagan, he was perfect beauty. Wordlessly, Aamon sank to his knees and took Paul's hard pole down. Paul put his head back, resting it against Dagan powerful shoulder. He lived in the luxury of being fucked and blown at the same time. It was perfection. It was beyond perfection. Dagan powered into his ass, slow and sensual, long strokes even as the people around him grew hotter and hotter with the reflected lus It was chaos. bodies together. Men, women, children going for the nearest and best source of sexual grafitfication. Wine was flowing, sloppily, getting as much on themselves as in and passing it off. All partook. It was a wild melee. But right there,. two demans and a man, is was slow, sensual sex. "I've never felt this good" Paul said/ "Nothing has ever been this good" Dagan held him close and worked his cock in him. Aamon worshipped and prayed at his cock. Paul wished it could go on forever but it couldn't. Even if time had no meaning, there had to be a resolution. He reached back and grabbed Dagan on his powerful flanks and brought him in closer. He closed his eyes and pleaded silently with the Lord Satan that this pleasure should never stop, should only grow greater and greater. Soon it was urgent. It was not slow anymore. There was passion and there was heat. Aamon stroked Paul's hard cock as Dagan really violated his ass, increasingly furiously. If the crowd had been wild before they were beyond all control. Beyond all morality. Beyond reason. And Paul didn't care. He had only his own pleasure in mind. Dagan held him hard and rammed it in. Paul felt it and he exploded too, cum flying out of his cock. He died in that moment. Pure pleasure.