I am so sorry. Working on this has sapped me, and I just have…run out of ideas. I NEED INSPIRATION, PEOPLE! Review! I need some help here…-_-

Awareness came after an hundred years, it seemed, his first glimpse of reality being a high vaulted ceiling. Dark stone lined the entire area he could view. Gentle chanting reverberated around the room, his very bones vibrating despite the low volume. The second revelation was a much less comforting one.

He couldn't move.

Shit.

Tight bindings weaved over his torso, and pinned his arms behind his back. His clothes…what on earth had happened to his clothes?! His bare form shivered on the smooth stone of the altar he rested on. Struggling against the apparent restriction of his person, he was interrupted by the sound of…bells?

The deep, almost sensual tone of the bells made him shiver with fear, and strangely, anticipation. Anticipation to see what his humans were doing. Assuming the beings singing such a morbid song were indeed, humans. A voice higher in pitch caught his focus, and stretching up as much as could in his current position, peered over the side of the table he was currently strapped down to.

His heart nearly stopped.

Three bare, young women swayed to the pounding voices, their eyes glazed and glassy. Crowns of woven nightshade were braided into their hair. Their arms swung as they staggered around a smaller altar positioned at the corner of an angle inscribed on the floor. That design... Izaya thought with dread, it looks like… snapping his head to the side, Izaya froze. On each side of the tablet he occupied, another corner jutted out, and on each corner three naked women danced like drunks around an altar. Drunk off the berries and white powder scattered on a plate placed on said altars, most likely. There were eight corners…The same as that necklace the human was wearing, he mused. He stretched his neck up, finally getting a good look at his restraints.

The binds were of interwoven leather, his knees bent and his delicate calves tied to his thighs. The crisscross design of the black hide was reminiscent of ribbons ballerinas decorated their legs with. His thin wrists were bound behind his back, in the same manner as his legs, with thin, black leather strips. They were very strong for such thin material, for no matter his efforts, he could not loosen them. The seemed to be increasing in volume, and finally the pattern changed. However, it took a turn for the worse.

The head priest of the disturbing display lifted his hood and raised his arms to the ceiling. The dancers stilled, trembling in their unsteadiness. Without warning, the six priests of each altar turned upon each girl, blade in hand.

They didn't stand a chance.

They all pinned the girls down to the slippery, blood covered floor, a dagger embedded in each of their throats. The priests spent no time ripping into the girls with their mouths, the few still conscious shrieking in agony. Among the sounds of the anarchy, the priest, who Izaya recognized as the leader of thugs from before, started to sing. It was a strange language, raspy and somewhat slurred. Izaya knew it wasn't Japanese, but he found himself still understanding the meaning.

"My lord we conceive you

there upon thy sacred throne,

before us mortals, scrounge of earth.

Thy will take a mortal forme,

to deliver us to sanctuary.

We bend to thee, O' Lord of Night

son of lust and hate,

a matrimony of unholy right!

Death to thee, you heathen scum,

drunken off your drink of light and sun.

Our prince hath come,

His right unquestioned."

The priest seemed to be done, his hands quivering. Izaya frowned around the black cloth placed between his lips. This man was…referring to…him? The priest started up again, this time with a fury. His brows furrowed, and he raised his slightly insane eyes to Izaya's form on the altar, some ten feet above them. Almost on a cue, Izaya's bonds tightened, his body lurching off the smooth stone and upright against his will, until he faced all of his 'subjects'. This time they all joined in, their voices slightly demonic with the blood of virgins dripping from their chins and lips.

"Burdened with the blood of ash,

astride the midnight oxen.

From wrathful thou'est rise.

To claim thy kingdom come."

It seemed to be over, finally. The priest ascended the steps slowly, in his hand a chalice of dark red liquid. That's not…what I think it is, is it? The priest reached him, hand shakily coming up to untie the gag. The second it was undone, Izaya spit at the man, his eyes flaring. The spittle hit him on the cheek, dripping down the man's chin, smearing the blood there, the saliva hueing towards pink. The priest didn't seem to mind. Tightly gripping Izaya's chin, the thick liquid was poured into Izaya's mouth and held there. Izaya had no choice but to swallow.

He had been right. The salty tang of iron slid down his throat, sickening him. More chanting ensued as the priest turned and addressed the others in that same strange language, Izaya coughing behind him. "My dear brothers," He began, "Our lord Hachemroppi has returned to us." He turned and glanced to Izaya's scowling face, his own blank. Three others came up behind him; their faces alight with some kind of fierce joy.

Izaya's eyes were wide, finding himself unable to do anything when his bindings were hacked off. His body was numb; he couldn't force himself to move, when it struck him. The blood.

Those girls… had been high, infested with toxins. Drinking their drug intoxicated blood must've been acting as the perfect aphrodisiac, keeping him immobile and horny as hell!

"My Lord~" one purred, rubbing his hardness against Izaya's aching front. Izaya ripped his head forward to knock the offender away, his face dripping blood from the impact. Another cultist came up from behind when he was distracted with the asshole, his eyes maniacal. He shoved his dripping length deep inside the 'deity' without remorse.

"AH! Stop it! Take it out! T-take it out! Hya-AH! mhm..." Izaya was unable to control the sounds out of his mouth, figure twisting in shame. He bit his lip so hard it split. He hated them! Hated them with every fibre of his being.

But…he loved humans, didn't he? Shouldn't he be laughing at their pathetic attempt to show their dominance?

The agony of being ripped apart was subdued, the blood in his system making him indifferent to pain. There was no touching or kissing, just one cock after another in his face, in his hole, again and again cumming inside him, on his face, everywhere.

After a while, it became nothing but a swirl of faces, cum and pleasure. His hatred morphed, into something he couldn't understand. That hatred, when strong and deep enough, can become something else entirely.

Suddenly turning on one of those waiting their turn, he deepthroated them, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. "H-holy shit!" the man cried, twitching in the ex-informants mouth. Izaya could care less, taking in cocks like an occupation, again and again. At one point, one cock turned to two in his ass, the two members rubbing together inside him.

"A-ah!" It's s-starting to f-feel incredible~! He thought, unable to speak or make sounds other than the occasional gasp for air. Izaya rubbed the two cocks near his front with his hands, seated on the laps of the ones fucking him. Taking one in his mouth, Izaya swallowed his reward of cum greedily, wanting nothing else.

After being fucked by twenty-four cocks and sucking off thirty-seven, Izaya finally got some rest. The cultists gathered smiles adoringly at him. The head priest spoke.

"Look at them, my Lord. They love you, even at your most lowly state. We will never leave you, we will always love you. Please, accept our offerings, and give us your blessings"*. Too tired to even blink, Izaya watched with a wary eye as they cleaned him off, the warm towels doing wonders for the bruises marking his hips and face. Restrained and exhausted, he relaxed limply as he was hoisted into the air, and left alone. Finally by himself, Izaya came to terms with what he had just done.

Not a word came out of his mouth. Just heavy, silent despair.

Oh, I'm just too evil! Breaking Izaya's mind so quickly into the story! I feel bad now. Should I post another chapter? I know it didn't have bestiality in it, but...I dunno. I was gonna have a bull fuck him, but for my first lemon, I decided to go more...traditional. You like? You review! ;)