For years now the harvest has been less than it should be. Last year the people of Oisin's village sacrificed a goat, but their god did not come. Now, in desperation, a human sacrifice has been suggested, and Oisin, recently orphaned and feeling life is not worth living, volunteers. But the god Belinos is not quite what he seems, and Oisin's sacrifice will not be what he expects, for Belinos first came out of the darkness to drink the sacrificial blood not because he was a god, but because he was a vampire. This is just the beginning of the changes to Oisin's life, as he is drawn further and further into a world of gods and magic, where the most unexpected thing is not even his own blossoming talent, but the blossoming feelings he has for Belinos. Love between mortal and immortal is not without its difficulties, though. As outright war among the gods threatens, Oisin will end up making a far greater difference in the conflict than he could ever have dreamed possible.

The Sacrifice

Bel closed his eyes, letting go of his worry for now, at least, and kissing back. A moment later he pulled back from the kiss and picked up Oisin, but only to set him down on his bed. He bent over the smaller man, going directly to his neck, where he nuzzled for a long moment, while Oisin tangled his fingers in Bel’s hair, urging him on.


With a soft sigh Bel kissed the side of Oisin’s neck once more, then bit down, swift and clean.


“Ah!” Oisin let out a short cry that was as much of pleasure as of pain. His grip on Bel’s hair tightened and he held Bel’s head down as the vampire began to drink. “Ah yes,” moaned Oisin softly, his own head tipped back, his breath coming fast, wonderful pleasure thrilling through him as Bel took his blood. It was bizarre how good it felt, and each time Bel fed from him it seemed to only get better.


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