“You're going to be instrumental to my return into this world. No more wearing these meat suits,” he said, climbing onto the altar. “I enjoyed toying with you, Iset.”
He lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders.
“The irony is delicious,” he murmured against my neck before licking it.
“No,” I whimpered.
“Oh, yes,” he said, prying my mouth open by squeezing my jaw.
The others began to chant while he pushed his tongue inside of my mouth. His heavy cock rested between my thighs. It jerked between us as his tongue ravaged my mouth. His body wasn’t cold, but it wasn’t hot either.
He pulled back to stare at me. Anger burned within his eyes.
“You poisoned me like a coward, Iset. You owe me a life. A life created from your body,” he said, his voice cold and unwavering.
He rocked his hips, sliding his cock between my folds until I felt myself grow slick.
“You can’t,” I gasped, trying to resist, but he only ground himself harder against my pussy, coating himself in my growing arousal.
“I can,” he said lazily, glancing at my breasts. “And I will. Day and night if need be. Owen, come here and suck your mistress's tits. She took a liking to you before she slit your throat.”
“No, I didn’t,” I said, watching Owen move closer.
Sir Dacre or Nebka moved back as Owen bent down to capture my nipple in his mouth. His lips were cold, but his mouth was wet as he diligently began to suck on my nipple. His tongue flicked my hardening tip while Nebka moved faster. I moaned at the dual assault, unable to stop myself. Fingers gripped my breasts, and Owen sucked harder.
I felt Nebka’s swollen head probe my entrance before he slowly began to slide into me. He was stretching me open with his long hard dick while Owen pinched my nipple.
“Yes, take my cock like a little whore. You’re no longer the haughty priestess that your followers protected,” he groaned.
My flesh began to yield as he penetrated me. His hands gripped my hips as he tilted them up. He pulled back and thrust himself back inside me, slamming his cock so deep that I screamed in pain and pleasure. He held himself inside of me before he chuckled.
“Such a lovely tight hole for me to fuck,” he said before he drew all the way back until only the head of his cock remained inside of me and then slammed into my hole.
I cried out into the candlelit chapel, feeling every inch of him inside of me and his balls slap against my wet pussy. He pulled my legs down and held the back of my thighs as he started to viciously thrust in and out of my pussy. Owen’s mouth covers mine, his tongue plunging in and out of my mouth, stabbing me while his Master does the same to my pussy.
Nebka began to recite something in the same ancient tongue that his servants used. I closed my eyes, listening to them all as the sounds mingled with the owed wet sounds as he fucked me faster. He stopped reciting, and his thrusts became less rhythmic. I moaned into Owen’s mouth as I clamped down on the driving cock inside me.
My eyes snapped open, and I saw the triumphant look in Nebka’s eyes. He pushed Owen away from me, his hands falling onto the stone altar as he continued to fuck me through my orgasm. I was a quickening mess as all my muscles tightened, but I was still unable to move. He hissed through his teeth before he slammed into me so hard that I felt myself slide along the altar, but his hips kept me sandwiched between them.
He groaned, throwing his head back as I felt his warm cum flood my insides. I relaxed against the hard altar, grateful that my humiliation was over.
Chapter 5
Nebka
The intense pleasure of spilling myself inside her rocked me to my core, but when I saw her eyes closed in the aftermath of her own pleasure, my bitter anger bubbled up again. My magic caused her to take Owen’s life, and since it was recorded, I would use it as evidence to keep her compliant. The potion used on her today was temporary.
Sweat coated her living body. I traced my fingers down her neck, between her plump breasts and down to her womb. Her eyes opened, and I saw the hazel eyes glimmer with a touch of gold. So different from the ones in her past life. They were dark brown, cold and calculating. Her soul was the same. It had the same weight and markings.
I wasn’t done humiliating the filthy whore. The poisoning had been a long and excruciating death. My amulet had a portion of my soul locked away through magic, or I would have had an eternal death. My soul is too dark for reincarnation.
I lifted her off the altar, keeping my cock inside her hot, tight hole. Her cunt clenched around me as I stood up. She wrapped her legs around me, and I held her back. Her slick release coated my cock while I felt my seed slide out of her hole.
“Owen, she isn’t done yet. Your mistress is a slut. Come here and fuck her asshole,” I said, amused when I heard my dark-haired witch gasp.
I rested my hands on her ass cheeks when her hands gripped my shoulders. The trap had taken some time and a great deal of magic, but now there was no need to hold back. She was another slave for me to use up. Her purpose was to give birth to my vessel and my heir.
“The oil, Mrs Denby,” I said, ignoring Iset’s protests. Which were hard to take seriously while she sat, dripping wet on my cock.
