Nkem and the Temple of Sathas
Copyright© 2026 by Ebonart
Chapter 2: Obuilette of Blood
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 2: Obuilette of Blood - A young swordsman stumbles into a hidden temple. But what dwells within? The youth explores... but is set up by the lizardman guards and tied to the altar, where is is prepped for sacrifice to Sathas the Snake-God!
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Coercion Hypnosis NonConsensual Slavery Gay Fiction High Fantasy Horror BDSM MaleDom Light Bond Group Sex Interracial Black Male White Male Anal Sex Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Violence
When Nkem awoke, he was still naked, but this time tied upright to a great stone. His arms were pulled back and up, and he could tell he was bound to the irregular black rock by numerous leather cords that bound not only his arms but also crisscrossed his deep chest at random. His legs were free, but he was bound low, so that he was forced to kneel.
His long, soft, uncut cock swung between his legs. He shook his head, and long ropes of hair fell past his eyes. He was clean; his skin was smooth and fresh, his hair cleaned, and he smelled faintly of dava-root, that numbed pain and was often used on cuts. His muscled torso was scratched and marked by lizardman claws, but none of the wounds were deep enough to be stitched, and none bled. He could rarely see the bite on his shoulder, still livid around the puncture wounds from the poisoned fangs but otherwise looking almost healed.
The area was dark and cool, and he could feel the faintest whisper of air moving on his heated skin. Light came from a crumbled hole far above his head; otherwise, the area surrounding his place of captivity was dark, with hints of fallen cyclopean blocks and statues. Another part of the ruins, it seemed. In the distance he could hear water dripping. A pool lay nearby, shaped from the stone, and a trickle of water ran into it from a pipe hammered into the walls.
The entire place stank of lizardman.
He struggled, testing the cords, and as he knew it would, the pleasure of being so bound caused his manhood to rise. He grunted as he fought the cords, then had to rest. His erect cock gleamed with a trickle of precum, and he felt an intense urge to feel one of the monster’s slick and agile tongues stroke his length or his hole.
The barbarian youth controlled himself and soon his cock was soft again, it’s hood back in place, the silky skin drooping low past his large glans.
“Few come through their attention so unscathed,” said a voice, and Nkem’s head snapped up. He hadn’t heard anyone approach. There were not many who could catch him unawares.
A man, a human, stepped from the shadows. He was slender and clothed in a blue-and-white-striped toga that fell to his ankles; Nkem curled his lip at the sight. Only indolent Imperial idiots dressed like that. Though not a massive slug like so many of them, this man had obviously never done actual work in his life; his hands almost shone with their smoothness, and his long fine fingers were unbent by labor.
His large eyes were such a pale grey they were almost colorless. Nkem started when the man spoke again because he could then see that the man bore a pair of short snake-like fangs behind his lips!
“But then, they seldom have so handsome a youth to play with,” the man said as he walked forward and knelt beside Nkem. He produced a small jug of water and Nkem strained against his bonds when he saw that. It awoke a raging thirst in him.
The stranger held the jug to his lips and Nkem drank in slow measured swallows; he didn’t want to throw it all up after gorging himself. The water was sweet and tooth-achingly cold, and it seemed to flow down to fill every crevice of his body. He drank until the stranger pulled the jug away.
“Too much at once and you’ll be sick,” the man said. He put the jug aside, then took a cloth and blotted water from Nkem’s mouth, then dried where drops had splashed on his broad chest.
Nkem grunted softly when the strangers fingers wandered, to tease and then stroke one of his dark nipples until it rose up as a hard little nub. He hissed in pleasure as the stranger played with it and felt himself getting hard again.
“Magnificent,” he heard the stranger sigh as the hand dropped to stroke up and down the veined length of his cock.
“I’m surprised they let you keep your manhood; they normally castrate prisoners. They savor human testicles above all other foods, it seems. Who can tell with them?” The stranger said, as his fingers left off their explorations of Nkem’s shaft to slide gently over his foreskin and draw it back, revealing his large glans. Silk-soft strokes on his cock-crown rewarded the man with a large pearl of precum that he rolled between his fingers.
“Who are you?” Nkem said as he tried to control himself.
“Xol-Tah,” the man said. “Scholar and sorcerer, late of High Atlan. Now, sadly, a prisoner much as yourself, young man.”
“I am Nkem, of the Kir,” Nkem said. The man had freely given his name, so how could he do less?
Xol-Tah reached up and stroked Nkem’s cheek with two long ivory fingers, savoring the rough stubble he felt there. This youth fascinated and aroused him, a rugged and helpless young barbarian, and so well endowed! He imagined that ebon shaft penetrating him to the point that he shivered. There were several uses he could imagine for the bull-shouldered young man, but first ... he had to escape this infernal pit!
“I am surprised. The Kir seldom leave their mountains,” Xol-Tah said.
The youth’s look turned sullen and defiant. “I am outcast, a jackal,” he said after a pause.
Xol-Tah let his fingers drift over the youth’s lips, then pushed back his hair from his eyes. “Let me untie you, at least,” he said.
“You can do this? These cords are--”
“Ia! N’kraath!” Xol-Tah crooned, and the cords slithered away like frightened snakes, their water-tightened knots dissolving.
Nkem rubbed his wrists as he stared at the man. The words ... the forbidden language of ancient Atlan. At least now he knew what flavor of sorcerer he dealt with.
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