1. The Devil's Pact, Hell Chronicles Chapter 2: Sacrificed to Molech


    Date: 8/7/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Blowjob, Male / Females, Oral Sex, Violence, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    licking at my flesh. I burned, agony pouring into my body. I tried to scream, but only fire escaped my mouth. I was being consumed, devoured, destroyed. Yoon fell to her knees, sobbing her grief. My God stared at me, clutching the bloody dagger. He spoke. “Molech, I give you this offering of noble blood.” His words cut through the roar of the fire and the agony of my torment. “Cloak yourself in coals and flames and appear before your humble supplicant!” A fiery hand seized my soul. I was ripped from my body. I was falling, falling, falling into darkness. Into fire. A great, fiery being rose, following the path my soul fell, using my death to escape into the world. His name was seared on my soul. Molech. I was his, sacrificed to him by my God, my soul chained to the demon's blackened soul. I landed on coals, my flesh cooking as other blackened skeletons howled around me. I screamed and cursed my hatred of Brandon. He was no true god. No god would brutalize his worshipers like this. Agony kissed me. I rolled my body, trying to find comfort on the endless sea of coals. My flesh burned, but was not consumed. Around me were all the victims that had been sacrificed to the terrible demon Molech, their flesh consumed over thousands of years. But they still writhed in pain, even reduced to nothing more than charred skeletons. A flaming figure fell into the coals beside me and shrieked in pain. “Yoon,” I moaned. My wife's body was naked and blistered. Her thighs were blackened. I ...
    understood what that meant. When Molech had chained me, I learned of his brutal lusts. My poor wife had known Molech's embrace. She had been raped to death by the flaming monster. Anger roared into me. I crawled across the coals to my wife. I seized her hand. She squeezed back, sobbing flaming tears. “Colton,” she moaned. “He...he...” I grabbed Yoon, pulling her fragile form onto my stomach. I lay with my back to the coals, forcing myself to endure the pain to protect her for as long as I could. She shivered and writhed atop me, weeping flames onto my chest. Another woman fell upon the coals, also brutalized by Molech. She screamed her torment. One by one, the bastard Brandon sacrificed woman after woman to the demon. They came in regular intervals. First five, then ten, twenty, forty, then sixty women howled about us, their flesh cooking. I couldn't do anything for them. I could barely protect my Yoon. I held her on my stomach until the pain was too unbearable, and then I would roll over, dropping her back on the coals as my belly pressed into the heat. She'd scrambled onto my back, clinging to me. I didn't know how long I could keep protecting her at the sacrifice of my own flesh. I loved her, but the pain was never ending, all-consuming. Every moment I protected her increased my suffering. Mad moments trickled through me where I hated her. Where I just wanted to dump her on the coals and witness her suffering. Why should I burn in agony alone? Why shouldn't she suffer? I fought ...
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