Ryou follows between the ranks of a small procession of six shrouded figures, conspicuously aware of the contrast between his slack jeans and wool knit sweater against their flowing dark cloaks as they walk him from the outskirts of town and deep into a densely wooded marshland. At first, Ryou thought they looked as silly as someone who'd request a virgin volunteer in an online occult forum would, but now that they stand in the middle of nowhere, with only the surrounding trees and the thick black mud squelching beneath their feet as their witnesses, he doesn't seem to think so anymore.

His new friends certainly know how to build up the suspense, that’s for sure.

Ryou shivers with anticipation, biting his lips as he imagines what lies in store for him. He pulls the hem of his shirt over the quivering tent between his legs, helpless against the thrill of being stranded with his fate at the whims of strangers as he pinches the tip and stifles a moan. His companions remain taciturn and composed as they walk.

The head of the procession brings the group to a stop as they reach a small glade, and a very distracted Ryou bumps into the person in front of him.

“Huh? Why did we stop?” he asks.

“We’ve arrived; this is the place,” one member replies.

Ryou makes to inquire further, but another member shushes him and tells him to stay put. He stares befuddled as the small congregation scuttles about and begins setting up the ritual site.

Seriously? Not even a cabin or anything? As much as Ryou's all for the unorthodox and adventurous, he does feel a tinge of regret at thinking his first time would be over a patch of grass in some random empty clearing.

He sighs. The sex better be good.

Well, at least their handiwork is actually pretty impressive. In one fell swoop, two members streak a near-flawless circle at least 3 meters in radius around their guest as the others quickly fill it with sigils and intricate geometric designs. Before Ryou can even gather his bearings, their little ceremony is all but good to go as each member stand evenly spaced around the circle and place a candle before their feet.

This definitely ain’t their first rodeo, Ryou realizes.

"Soooo, do we start now or—"

His question is answered as the cultists begin to chant. Ryou straightens himself up, awkward and stiff, unsure what he’s even supposed to be doing. He thinks maybe he should ask, but this doesn't seem like a drill, and he decides it’s probably not a good idea to interrupt. Evidently, there isn’t a big concern in keeping him up to speed.

And it only made him all the more thrilled.

Ryou fidgets in place, fingers digging at the sides of his thighs as the chanting grows louder and more urgent. His heart skips a beat as the candles light up by themselves, their flames strong and blue like a gas stove’s. A sign of spirits.

Or maybe just a colored wick; it's easy to miss out on the obvious when one is struck with awe and beaming with excitement.

His sparkly-eyed wonder is cut short when the cult leader steps into the circle and unsheaths a large knife. “Ho-hold up!” Ryou stutters, nearly wetting himself at the sight of the blade. He’d only signed up for some good paranormal fun with a bunch of hooded strangers in a secluded location, not some binding of Isaac shit!

Thankfully, instead of advancing further, the man stops several paces away from Ryou. With his heart racing in his chest, Ryou keeps his eyes strained on the blade, ready to make a run for it if the man takes a single step closer. His eyes widen as he watches the man raise the knife in one hand above his head and clench his grip around the blade with the other, and he shudders and covers his face in horror as the man pulls the blade and slices open his hand.

Still wincing, Ryou peeks between his fingers to see the man drop the knife and fall on his knees, blood seeping from his hand while he keeps chanting as if in ecstasy.

Phew, maybe that was a bit too much. Shaking, Ryou takes a deep breath to try and regain his composure. For whatever it's worth, at least he isn't the one who will need a trip to the ER later.

The sound of lightning interrupts the thought. The sky darkens as heavy clouds swirl overhead. The wind blows violent and cold, and Ryou feels every inch of his skin break into gooseflesh. And finally, starting with a soft chiming sound, the circle beneath his feet begins to glow, a faint red at first but quickly erupting into a blinding flash of crimson as the sound grows into an ear-piercing whistle.

Then it's gone.

The ringing stops, the light fades, and the heavy clouds disperse. The cultists disappear as well; Ryou stares in shock as their bodies fall apart into a pile of dust, leaving behind only their empty cloaks where once they stood. Each second drags as an eerie quietness covers all; not even the wind dares to blow anymore.

What. The. Fuck. Is all his mind can manage.

He has no idea what happened, whether the ritual worked or went awry, or why the hooded men needed him there in the first place. It doesn’t matter; Ryou reckons he doesn't care much for the idea of turning into a puff of smoke in case that ill-advised spell decides to fire up again. But just as he's about to leave, the circle chimes and lights up again.

Shit.

Ryou quickens his step. But before he steps out of the circle, something snags him by the foot. He looks back to see a grey mass of flesh shooting up clean from the ground to wrap itself around his ankle. He tries to wrench his leg free, but the small tentacle doesn’t even budge. Panicking, he bends over and tries to pry it with his hands, but as he digs his fingers at the squishy grey mass, a second, much larger tentacle springs up from the ground and wheels over his back before ensnaring his body.

With both arms pinned to his sides, Ryou watches in horror as the tentacle hoists him high in the air while the rest of his captor emerges, revealing its grim visage. A blanket of pallid grey skin hangs loosely like a sickly veil around the towering figure, its slender body littered with a grotesque assortment of mouths flashing their crooked, uneven teeth. The top of its head elongates into a contorted tendril, and, rather than standing on legs, its lower body frays off like a blossom of long, slithering tentacles, their underside red and filled with suction cups.

Ryou wriggles and squirms, shuddering at the unpleasant feeling of soaked fabric clinging to his skin as the suction cups grab and pull all over his clothes. His legs flail to and fro as the creature spreads its sharp-toothed grin, and a puff of hot, steamy breath billows out at his face as it sticks out its tongue to sample a little taste of its captive.

“H-hold up!” Ryou squeaks out.

His cock gets rock hard as Ryou realizes in utter shock that the creature intends to eat him. He kicks and twists in a desperate bid to free himself as the creature shovels him face-first into its mouth. His body lies stiff as a cutting board as the creature tilts back its head and loosens its tentacles to let its sweet treat slide straight into its gullet.

As soon as the grip around his body slackens, Ryou immediately pulls his arms free and pushes against the corners of the creature’s mouth to try and save himself from his imminent demise. He pushes for dear life as the hem of his shirt slides all the way down to his neck, and he feels the cold wind blow against his naked chest before the creature’s tongue comes creeping slick and wet against his skin, swirling itself around his body.

Shit, shit, shit, fuck—not like this! Ryou’s mind melts and stirs into a cloudy whirlpool of abject terror and feverish arousal; his only coherent thought besides the expletives and supplications is that he doesn’t want to die a virgin.

His pants break open and come peeling off of his legs to reveal the outline of his ragingly erect cock pushing beneath his briefs. The creature presses a finger against its prey’s taint, and Ryou unwittingly clenches the digit between his thighs, bucking his hips as he smudges his briefs with a gush of pre. His body trembles as the strength in his arms starts petering out. His sneakers come loose and dangle from the tips of his toes before falling to the ground.

Finally, his arms give, and his upper body slides straight into the creature’s maw. Peristaltic pull grabs him by the shoulders. Ryou thrusts his forearms and elbows against the slippery walls to slow down his descent. The tight lips free him of his underwear as the creature slurps him down like a noodle, taking its sweet time to savor its victim’s pleasure and shame as it sticks its tongue between the boy’s legs.

Ryou’s body jerks and twitches as the squishy caresses and friction send him over the edge. He tingles all over as his cum splurts, then dribbles down at his naked, quivering body. Fuck, fuck, shit, fuck! With his whole body surrounded by rippling muscles, pants wrapped around his ankles, and only his toes wriggling outside the creature’s mouth, Ryou wonders if this actually counts or if he’s gonna die a virgin as he plunges down into ever consuming darkness.

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Sated for the moment, the creature sinks back to the outer depths whence it came. The magic circle carved on the floor vanishes as well, and the only evidence left of what just transpired is an empty pair of sneakers lost in the woods. It only takes a few minutes for new messages to appear in magick forums across the globe, seeking after the next delicious contender.

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This absolutely stunning commission was made by  bG! This turned out amazing, and I seriously hope my story is up to par to go with it. :)

As always, a million thanks to my dearest friend crystalcorvuwuf for proofing this one for me. :)

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