Nkem and the Temple of Sathas
Copyright© 2026 by Ebonart
Chapter 4: The Heat of Blood
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 4: The Heat 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
“Enough,” Nkem said, and the vampire slowly, reluctantly, uncoiled from the barbarian youth’s body. Xol-Toh wiped his mouth and then pushed Nkem to his knees.
Seeing the youth submit to him so easily, so completely, brought a smile to Xon-Tah’s face. His red eyes gleamed in satisfaction as he stroked Nkem’s head, looking deep into the youth’s upturned gaze, letting himself extend his will into those wide golden eyes, the eyes of a beast. A jackal.
He reached, long spidery fingers stroking the boy’s chin scruff, then teasing that soft, sweet mouth. You are mine, stripling, he said wordlessly to the barbarian. You belong to me. You desire me. Xon-Tah felt the hot cum running down his stomach and he drew Nkem close.
“Drink,” he said softly.
Not understanding why he did so, Nkem bent to lick his cum from the man’s stomach until it was clean once more, then he rose and wiped his mouth. That ... was deeply confusing. He liked the taste of his own seed, but this ... something was wrong. He dropped one hand to stroke his steel-hard cock, then felt it slowly soften in his grip. The hot wave of arousal and need was passing.
“Enough, for now,” the vampire said. “I am restored, at least.”
Nkem rubbed his neck but felt only a spot of heat and a slight bit of the vampire’s spittle on his skin. He felt weak, and he leaned against the wall for a bit.
“It will pass,” Xol-Toh said, his words silken honey to Nkem’s ears. “You are young and strong; you will feel fine in a few minutes.”
Xol-Tah watched the dark youth straighten up and lead the way again. His hands shook with the effort not to kill the boy right now, but he needed him, need his youthful power and strength. Once he was free and in a town once more, then there would be a final feeding. His hands stilled as the warmth of Nkem’s life spread through his body as they walked, lending him speed and strength now almost a rival to the boy’s own.
“How do you plan to free us?” Xon-Tah asked.
“Grab one of the lizardmen through the bars, strangle him to death, repeat,” Nkem said. It took Xon-Tah several steps to realize the young man was joking.
“Maybe not so much like that,” the youth admitted. “But strangling is high on the list right now. I’m eager to have a sword in my hand once more.”
They returned to the main room, then Nkem went to the gate. Several lizardmen growled at his approach, and two took up their spears to threaten him through the bars. One jabbed at him; Nkem stepped aside, grabbed the spear, and jerked hard. The lizardman slammed against the bars, stunned, and Nkem reached through them to break his neck with a swift, savage crunch.
The others hissed and whistled in their odd language and thrust spears through the bars at him as the dead lizardman slumped to the ground. He grabbed another spear and its owner quicky let it go.
Now he had a weapon.
He reversed it in his grip and drove the stone spearpoint though the eye of the nearest guard, then opened the throat of another before they fell back.
“Hah, the Sons of Sathas are just weak and stupid children like the tales all say!” Nkem said, which drove the lizardmen into a frenzy. The bar holding the door shot back and they scrambled over each other for the honor of first kill.
Nkem killed the first two through the door until the spear was torn from his grip. He punched one aside, took his sword, and drove the blade into the next. Two faced him where five had stood, but they were maddened beyond reason. They advanced into the room, forgoing weapons, falling back on their teeth and claws in their frenzy.
Nkem took a raking cut across his chest and pushed his sword through the back of the lizardman’s head even as its fellow screamed and leapt at him. He went down under the slender, writhing reptile, its fangs snapping inches from his face. He grabbed hold, rolled it over, pinned it, and held on while he strangled the life from the monster. When it stopped struggling, he broke its neck.
Nkem stood, blood streaming from cuts and scrapes, and rolled his broad shoulders.
“Told you there would be strangling,” Nkem said, then felt a weight settle on his back, and fangs slide deep into his neck.
Xon-Tah, maddened by the bloody spectacle, was upon him.
Nkem was paralyzed by the bite and fell to his knees as the vampire suckled at his neck, growling like an animal. There was none of the intense sexual arousal he’d felt before, just pain and weakness as the thing sucked the life from him. He wanted this, wanted his master to take his life, wanted to submit to him. He groaned softly as Xon-Tah clawed his chest, hands turned into talons.