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

“Ah, Bel…ah gods…” His hands both went to the back of Bel’s head, fingers digging into his hair. He was panting hard now, his heart pounding.


Bel only made a soft sound of pleasure and sank down further, taking Oisin’s cock deeper into his mouth. Oisin moaned helplessly, shuddering on the very edge, his hands gripping Bel’s hair tightly. Bel sank down further still, the cool wetness of his mouth enveloping Oisin’s cock completely, his tongue working along the underside of it, and finally it was too much for Oisin, with a low, gasping cry he came, his seed spurting out into Bel’s mouth.


With a faint shudder Bel went very still, staying down on Oisin’s cock as stream after stream of thick, hot seed flooded into his mouth. Oisin’s hands still held his hair in a grip hard enough to hurt, holding his head down. But when the last drops had pumped from him his hands relaxed, falling to his side, and his tensed body went limp with a long sigh as the moment passed.


Chapter 59