Devourer of Sins

DEVOURER OF SINS CHAPTER EIGHT (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies and She-Who-Inspired-This-Fic, Kristen told Ted that Joris bit her...I think it was really Lucas, though. He's a biter, that one... InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are wonderful and lovely for archiving. I bow before them in thanks.... Readers/Few Reviewers: I love you I love you I love you. Feed the feedback mer!!er!!!! No webbed toes after the duck bite, but I think I'm sprouting pin feathers... Oh, the Aztec names will be explained later...I didn't forget... ;)



The slight man, known as Itzli, crept quietly along the long stone passage, passing through shadows that had eyes with which to see him. He melted into the dark like ice under the sun, silent and almost invisible, the color of the obsidian blade that hung from his girdle of rope and jade. Things were moving far too fast, Tlazolteotl was anxious, impatient even, risking the entire fragile plan in its entirety to sate her hunger. She ordered him to get the third sacrifice, the one the Master had brought in himself, the one he had told his minions was too important for them to touch, too valuable for their cause. Now, the Goddess was hungry. The rumblings low in the mountain, low in her belly, could be felt in his bones and jolted his nerves with each passing moment. She demandee Sae Sacred Offering be brought to her, the ritual was to begin _now. _ The chamber of the Sacred Offering was far from the Sinners, far from the preparatory offerings of the two teenagers. Itzli could feel the Offering's power, the vibrations radiating as she tried to rouse help, tried to escape her fate. The door was sealed with sacred symbols, markings of the Gods, holy rites of sacrifice writ in bold across the heavy stone. Her crying had stopped, he noted, pressing his hand to the secret spot on the wheel that opened the door, the spot that would only open to his touch and that of the Master. Itzli was not sure what to expect, the Master telling him naught but the Sacrifice was to remain untouched, pure, that she was too special to be harmed in anyway, that her death would bring new life. With a subtle scraping sound, the door swung open and the stench of a rotting corpse assaulted Itzli's nose. "Shit," he hissed. He had completely forgotten to remove the Goddess's most recent meal, the Danzante she had chosen for his resemblance to the ancient temple relief. The captures had happened so quickly that he had neglected his duty. He was only mildly surprised that the Master had not scolded him or worse for forgetting such an important duty but he pushed the feart rot rose to the forefront of his mind away as his eyes scanned the darkness for the Sacred Offering. "I can smell you," he whispered. "I can see in the dark...you're not hiding from me."
"No," Jean growled, "I'm not!" She brought her doubled fists down on the back of his neck with a resounding thud, making her wrists hurt on impact. Itzli stumbled forward a step before spinning to face her and growling like an animal. Jean backed up a pace, hitting the stone wall in her haste. She had heard the door scrape open and hurried to its side, determined to escape by whatever means necessary, overpowering whoever came through the entry.
Itzli could smell her blood throbbing beneath the thin layer of skin separating him from its sweet noumentment, taunting him to full blown rage. "Dare you hit me, whelp of a girl? You are no more sacred than that rotting bag of meat over there! I'll have you for mine!" Her scent was unlike any other, richer and more pure than those girls the Master had brought him to appease the appetite that banished him from his village, that destroyed his family and reputation and made him a god.
Jean did not know if she had made contact with anyone who could help her, or anyone at all, for that matter, but she was sure deep in her soul that help was coming. "I belong to no one!" she yelled back. She knew full and well that there was nothing in the room that she could levitate or throw at him, but she could certainly move _him. _ Forcing her mind to ignore her body's pain and weakened state, she put all her remaining energy into throwing him against the wall. Itzli levitated three feet off the floor before Jean felt her powers snap like a weak rubber band, the recoil almost a physical pain. "What..." she gasped.
"I am more powerful than you could ever imagine, little girl," he said soft and low. He paced like a caged cat, his dark eyes glittering in the dark. While it was true he could see despite the lack of light, he could not see as others could. He could detect heat, see shapes and energy, but not the physical form of that which he sought. "Come to the light, whelp, let me look at you. Let me see what makes you so special..." He cupped his hand as if catching water and a glowing ball of golden light appeared. He sent it spinning into the air and it hovered above them, slowly growing brighter until the room was as bright as day. Jean blinked in the harsh glow, her stomach heaving as her head screamed in pain.
The man before her was staring, his mouth agape, shaking perceptibly. Jean felt recognition hit her like a truck rolling down hill. "You!" she said sharply. "From the plane...you...."
As if against his will, Itzli dropped to his knees. "Quetzalcoatl..." he breathed.
Jean felt the floor heave under her feet. _I know that name...why do I...fuck me...he thinks I'm a god... _

The Goddess watched from her vantage point, disappointed. The sinners had been good, for once. They had done no more than touch hands since they had been incarcerated in preparation for the ritual. She knew then what to do, how to make them taste for her purposes. Gathering her sacred bowls close, she eased into the room. "Eat," she commanded the girl. The girl who smelled like flowers beneath the sweat and fear and reek of skin and dared to defy her looked askance at the blue demon next to her, who then nodded shakily. "Eat," the Goddess said again. The girl took the bowls and handed one to her demon, deftly scooping half her food into his bowl and saying something in tired, yet firm, tones. The Goddess frowned, then shrugged. So long as at least one of them ingested the aphrodisiac, she would have a good sacrifice.

Kurt tried to force some of the food back on Kitty but she staunchly refused. "You need it more than I do. I can live on this. You're the one with the, like, turbometabolism. Eat it or I swear I'll never forgive you if you drop dead on me. "
"Katzchen, I can't let you just starve! Eat some of this!"
"No, babe. If you don't eat it, I won't eat, either. Finish it." Kitty could be quite bossy when she wanted to be. "Besides," she placated, "if there's a chance to 'port out of here, I want you to be able to do it and not worry about dying or getting stuck somewhere."
"Liebes," Kurt sighed, "I love you and I'm supposed to protect you...how can I do that if you're starving yourself for me?"
"I'm hardly starving myself, Kurt." Kitty laughed with false brightness. "Maybe I can finally squeeze into a ten again after this is all over...there just aren't any cute clothes in size twelve." She resolutely picked at a lump of the sticky rice and herb mixture, tasting it's bitter tang on her tongue and refusing to grimace. _Maybe it's poisoned and we'll just go to sleep and die... _
Kurt seemed to know what she was thinking and scooted close to her side, his tail sliding around her waist to hold her close. "Kitty, we're going to get out of here alive. I promise. I won't let anything bad happen to you."
Too late, she thought sadly. "Baby, I just don't feel good. This damn patch1 I'm on is making my hormones go crazy, this rice has meat juice in it, I think, I'm scared. It's not personal if I get bitchy, okay?"
"Okay."
"Now, eat or I't g't give you your Christmas present when we get home."

It occurred to Kurt shortly after he polished off his bowl that something was wrong. He felt familiar cravings start low in his gut and stir with ferocity, more intense than anything he had ever felt before. _This isn't me...something is different...I have no control over this... _ He had been trying to sleep, Kitty cradled against his side and her breath slow and even, broken by whimpers as she slept fitfully. With each inhalation, her breasts brushed against his ribs, inflaming the desire that was currently coursing through his veins like molten honey. He had not been thinking anything even remotely sexy and knew in his heart of hearts that this lust he was feeling then and there was coming from outside his body, forced on him by an invisible hand. It was becoming almost painful to bear Kitty's proximity, her breath and scent and touch taunting him, inciting the voices in the back of his mind tcourcourage him, to beg him to just taste her once, a tiny lick here, a caress there, a gentle thrust and..._No! Stop it, stop it, stop it! This isn't you! _ Kurt rolled to his feet and began pacing restlessly, Kitty's snort and stretch at being displaced a sharp sound in the chamber.
"Kurt," she murmured, "what is it?"
"Nothing," he snapped, so tense he began to climb the walls, literally. He had shed his shirt hours before, its stench overpowering to his slowly returning night senses and his bare chest was drawing Kitty's interest. "What?" he snapped, noticing her stare.
Kitty felt languid heat in her limbs, the cold stone floor doing nothing to cool her ardor. Her sleep-fogged brain was reduced to short, instinctual thoughts. _Nice. Kurt...chest...arms...very nice...need...want...must have... _ She did not let herself thing more rational things, like why was she feeling so desirous in light of their situation, why she wanted nothing more than to make wild, passionate love on the stone dais and give into more animal instincts "Just...looking."
Kurt heard the signals in her voice, saw her shift and stand slowly, the invitation open and clear. The part of his brain that regulated romance and courtship and other gentlemanly instincts where Kitty was concerned shut off with a nearly audible click. He dropped from the wall and circled the dais, pleased that Kitty seemed to be toying with him. She sm and and circled ahead of him, pretending to examine the stone pedestal the table-like surface of the dais rested on. "And just what were you looking _at _ ?"
"What do you think?" she murmured, turning to walk backwards and flutter her lashes in a manner her ordinary self would have found annoying. "I was just enjoying the sight of your lovely naked chest..."
Kurt growled. His mind was fogging with lust, every nuance of Kitty magnified and enhanced, his desire for her a pleasant red sheen over his logic centers. He was reduced to want and need and must have and desperate desire and Kitty was so close he could almost touch her..."Katzchen," he said, low in his throat.
"Mmmm..." she responded, her veins pulsing with the lust rising in her abdomen, scaring her its its intensity Some part of her brain begged her to think, to shake Kurt by the shoulders and tell him she knew that this was fake, despite their ever-present attraction and love, this animal passion was alien to them and scary. The glint in Kurt's eyes was stopping her though, the sheer want she saw there made her insides quiver in anticipation. He was so close that she could feel the heat wafting from his body, his musky scent pouring through Kitty's veins like pure desire, making her heart pump faster.
Kurt moved without thinking then, practically lunging at Kitty and pushing her against the dais, crushing his mouth to hers in a bruising kiss as she clutched wildly at his fur, moaning into his mouth as his tongue swept hers, teeth clackiogetogether in one inelegant moment that was ignored by both parties. They moved without grace or seduction, Kitty begging him through incoherent mewls and murmurs against his parted lips for more contact, more touching. Kurt complied readily, Kitty's shirt ruined in his haste to divest her of it. She did not care or notice as the fabric sailed across the room and landed without a sound. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and threw her head back in a gasping attempt at breath only to choke on a groan as he bit at her tender throat.
Kurt tasted her flesh and sweat and knew it was right, no matter what was driving him, this union with Kitty was right. It was not a sin or wrong or dirty, and his desire for her was nothing to be ashamed of, no matter who tried to tell them so. He did not notice how she managed to get her shorts off but her fingers on his waistband gave him one shining moment of clarity. "Katzchen," he muttered thickly, pulling away just enough to look at her clearly.
"No, Kurt...don't think. Just...please..." she whispered harshly, still working at his zipper. She pulled him to her and bit at the tendon in his neck, sending jolts of electricity through his body.
The last vestiges of control snapped then and he pushed her against the platform with a gentle shove, his pants joining her ruined shirt on the floor. Kitty sighed and smiled, her exposed breasts jiggling with the effort of controlling her breathing. With a feral grin, Kurt lifted her and captured one nipple in his lips, suckling hard enough to make her cry out in pleasure-pain, her legs seizing around his ribs and her wet center pressing to his chest. He drew hard, nipping with his fangs to draw a bead of blood to the surface of her paleasteast, Kitty's loud groan driving him onward. Kitty gasped aloud as Kurt slid her to stand on the floor, turning her roughly to face the dais. Parting her thighs with the press of his knees, Kurt slid his tail around her thigh, the tip stroking delicate circles on the soft flesh on the inside as he slowly slid into her in one thrust. Kitty arched against him, tossing her head back with the sharp pleasure he was inducing. Her hands moved to clutch at his wrists where he gripped her hips, her body rocking against his as he set a rapid, deep pace, grunting and groaning with each thrust. Kurt bit her shoulder, hard enough to mark her but not hard enough to cause true pain, and Kitty cried out loudly, her climax near. Kurt felt her passage slicken, her moisture dripping onto his thighs as he lost his rhythm, pumping madly into her, Kitty's keening cries and begging for more, not to stop and to do it harder making him plunge over the precipice. He poured his release into her with savage thrusts, his voice alien to his ears as he cried out in turn, incoherent as he fell against her, their bodies joined in the final, twitching throes of orgasm. Desire still thrummed through their bodies but they were spent, unable to do anything but shiver and sigh in the suddenly chilly room. Kurt pulled her to the floor, covering her with his own body to protect her from the chill. Kitty made a low murmuring sound and curled her fingers around his tail, holding onto him for comfort. _Katzchen _ , he sighed inwardly, _what just happened? _

Tlazolteotl smiled to herself, pointed teeth piercing red lips. It had been better than expected, the sacrifices profaning the chamber, profaning their bodies and making their gift to her all the more holy. "Sinners...feed me..."
1 Practice safe sex, kids. Birth control patch is worn for three weeks then removed for one to induce menstruation. New here stateside but some places have had it for a while, I think.