Warnings: Blood, Ritual Sex, Anal Sex,
**This has been edited by Queen0fHearts
Chapter 7
The night of the new moon, Bobby found himself unexpectedly nervous. He had spent the past few days getting everything ready, having to assign someone to take over the lines while he would be indisposed. It wasn't that uncommon, as he would need someone to cover for him while on a hunt. Typically, he would ask Rufus, but having the other hunter in his home when he was about to give himself over to a god didn't seem like a wise move. Instead he had an old friend, Carl, do something with his computer so he would get the phone calls instead of the old phones he had lining his wall. Familiar with the requirements of a ritual, Bobby cleaned himself with purified water before slipping into a pair of comfortable pants, choosing to leave his chest bare.
Wheeling himself into his bedroom, the hunter grunted while lifting himself from his chair to his bed, laying on top of the covers and ignoring the flickering flames as the glow illuminated the room. There were very few references of rituals involving Loki, but he had taken a guess at what the god would want. Lying on his bedside table was the amulet he had been given along with a small dagger and bowl he hoped he wouldn't need. Pricking his thumb with the amulet, Bobby recited the prayer Loki had taught him and watched as the circular pendant shined for a moment, accepting his prayer and blood. Not a second later, Bobby knew he was no longer alone.
Like himself, Loki must have purified his body to accept the sacrifice of the night. He was draped in a golden tunic; it fell at his knees and draped around one of his shoulders. With the way his hair was practically flowing, Loki looked the role he was assigned, a god about to accept his tribute. Bobby didn't know how he felt being the sacrifice for the night. There were golden bands along the god's wrists, his neck holding a white-gold chain which seemed to only highlight his outfit. The flickering light seemed to cast a glow around the god, and for the first time since he met Loki, Bobby could see him for what he truly was.
"Robert Singer, you have summoned me, with the words of your prayer and the taste of your blood. Tell me, what do you wish from your god?"
While he spoke, Loki didn't stand back; instead he stepped close to the bed, and though Bobby couldn't feel the touch he could see as Loki trailed his hand up alongside his covered leg. The touch was unexpected, and for a moment Bobby wondered if he could really do this. Then he caught another look at the god and realized it was more than a sacrifice; he wanted the god. "I called upon you, Loki my god, to ask that you grant me the boon of being your high priest. I offer you my faith, my blood and my body to do with what you will." As he said the words there was a glow that flowed from him to the god who was standing by his bedside. It wasn't the stone altars; or the gold the god would have been used to receiving, but it gave just as much power.
Loki hummed, his eyes closing while he trailed his hand along Bobby's leg. "I accept your offer, Robert Singer and as I take your sacrifice let it bind you to me as your one and only god." With a snap of Loki's fingers Bobby was bare, his skin warming at the soft way Loki was tracing fingertips along his thigh. Not wanting to overstep his bounds, Bobby didn't say anything while Loki traced along his stomach and chest, though he did grunt slightly when the god tugged on a bit of his chest hair.
"You have already sworn to me your faith and summoned me with your blood. Do you know what comes next?" asked the god, moving to straddle Bobby on the bed, his pert bottom bare and resting against Bobby's growing interest. With the golden eyes staring at him, the hunter knew he was done. While he didn't typically go for men, there was something more with the god on top of him, and though he knew this was a means to an end he couldn't help but want to reach out and touch the smooth flesh. Nodding his head, Bobby tightened his hands into fists. If it was from anger at what was about to happen or to stop himself from reaching out he didn't know.
Loki drew his hands down to the bottom of his tunic and pulled up, revealing his naked form to Bobby and tossing the fabric aside. While he knew that he shouldn't, Bobby couldn't help it as his hands went from his sides to sliding up the tanned skin of Loki's thighs. The god didn't seem to mind, his own hands coming to lay on the hunter's chest, his fingers digging in to scratch slightly which caused Bobby to hiss, his hips bucking up to rub his cock against the smooth ass grinding against him. "I knew you were trying to hold back. I am your god, Bobby… I want everything. If you wish to touch me, touch me. You will not offend me by showing your devotion."
It was the permission Bobby had been waiting for, gripping at Loki's hips the man pulled the god down. Though he only had limited movement with his legs not responding, Bobby was able to lift his hips enough to prove how turned on he was. Loki didn't remain idle. Instead he leaned forward, his own hips rocking while he nibbled along Bobby's jawline and dug his fingers in the hunter's chest hair, tugging and rubbing along his pecs and abdomen. "This wasn't exactly what I was picturing," stated Bobby his voice gruff with arousal.
With a laugh, Loki moved back so he was sitting upright again and giving Bobby the perfect view of the god. Licking his palm, Loki reached behind himself and wrapped a hand around Bobby's dick, stroking the hard flesh while rubbing the tip between his cheeks. "No, I bet you were thinking more along the lines of me flipping you over and taking what I wanted? I told you Bobby, if you say no I will respect it… it does me no good to have worshipers who fear me needlessly. Now if you don't mind I have plans for your seed tonight so try to warn me before you blow, yeah?"
Before Bobby could comment, his cock was wrapped in a tight inferno. Groaning from deep in his chest, the hunter gripped Loki's hips which were moving down to take him fully inside, the hot walls of Loki's ass pulling him in with a magicked slickness to ease the way. He had done this before, had taken both male and female lovers this way, but never had Bobby felt so much pleasure in doing so. Hearing a laugh from the god, Bobby opened his eyes which had been shut in pure pleasure to watch as Loki sat fully on him, his throat exposed while the god threw his head back.
"Fuck I should do this more often," muttered the god, once again not giving Bobby a minute to comment. Loki rose until just the very head of the hunter's cock was inside him before plunging back down. The action caused them both to moan and for Bobby to curse before thrusting his hips up the next time Loki moved. It didn't take long for them to reach a rhythm, with the way Loki was moving, his walls clamping around him, the hunter didn't think he could fight back his orgasm.
Bobby gripped Loki's hips hard while panting out, "I don't think I got much longer before I…" Bobby was cut off as Loki let go a long moan which was high pitched high enough to be considered a whine before rising off Bobby's dick completely.
"Fuck," growled Loki before his words became a string of a language Bobby couldn't understand. Feeling the rise in temperature, Bobby held out as long as he could while Loki chanted above him. There was a tingle that spread through his body, swelling from his chest and consuming him. Taking Bobby back inside him, the chanting stopped and as Loki continued to move above him, the hunter felt when the time was right and with a low grunt let go. The god didn't stop moving right away, though the whole room was aglow from whatever power was released. As his dick softened, the overstimulation was too much though thankfully Loki seemed to get the idea and let Bobby slip out of him, hands resting on the hunter's chest.
"You are now mine Robert Singer, my high priest." The words, while said softly, were no less powerful, and Bobby couldn't help the shiver that wrecked him. Opening his eyes which had closed when the glow became a bit too much, Bobby looked at the god who was still kneeling above him.
"You didn't come." The observation was spoken without Bobby's consent but no less true. The god's hard cock was still reddened from arousal. With a shake of his head, Loki grinned down at Bobby, hands running soothingly over his chest.
"No, when doing a promotion like this it would be too easy to slip up and tie you to me in a whole other way than intended if I came. Don't worry about it. Once the magic dissipates I'll take care of it."
It didn't sit right with Bobby to have his partner unsatisfied. While he hadn't had sex in a while he had always prided himself on being able to please whoever he was in bed with. Raising his hands to run along the soft flesh of Loki's thigh, Bobby watched as the gods eyes darkened again although thankfully there was no increase of power in the room which was slowly still dissipating. "How about you tell me when the coast is clear with the power levels and then I help you out? Aren't I supposed to be worshiping you and all?"
The soft laugh he received as an answer warmed Bobby, watching while Loki's eyes twinkled slightly before taking one of Bobby's hands and sucking a finger inside his mouth. The wet cavern was hot and though he knew he couldn't get it up again so soon, Bobby could feel his cock twitch in response. As Loki let go of his hand, Bobby saw the god lean forward. "You know I could mojo you ready again once the magic settles. No sense of wasting a new moon… think you wanna fill me again, Singer?" Instead of answering the taunt, Bobby reached behind Loki and shoved two fingers inside him, causing the god to gasp and close his eyes.
By the time the sun started to rise in the horizon, Bobby was truly exhausted. His body had been rung dry hours ago as Loki brought them both pleasure while building his strength. Groaning as his alarm rang beside his head, Bobby slammed his hand down on the clock, unsurprised that he was alone in bed. Lifting himself into his chair, Bobby could have sworn for a second that as his toes touched the metal footholds there was a flash of cold. Shaking the thought aside the hunter rolled into the bathroom for his morning business and a much-needed bath.
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