Owen took the oil from Mrs Denby. The blonde-haired man had irritated me when I saw how she smiled at him through the window. This punishment was for both of them since Owen wouldn’t be able to cum.
“Owen, please, don’t do this,” she begged until I slapped her ass cheek.
The sound reverberated around the room. Owen was oblivious to her words since I controlled him.
“Don’t worry, Iset. You’ll be nice and relaxed. It will hardly hurt at all, looking at the size of Owen’s cock,” I said with a chuckle.
She turned her face away, her long, dark hair covering it as she rested her head on my shoulder.
“This is nothing compared to the pain I suffered before I died. One by one, my organs ceased to function until my heart stopped. It was a long and excruciating death, Iset,” I said, watching Owen approach her. “I know you're dead, Owen, but don't hold back.”
The potion was wearing off because I felt her shiver. She would become my obedient bitch since the alternative was a lifetime in prison for a murder conviction and everything she had ever worked for to be burnt to the ground. I spread her ass cheeks until she jerked between us.
Owen didn't waste time, and his cock pushed into her asshole. I smiled when I felt it alongside mine. I moved my hands to her thighs, gripping them as I began to spear inside of her.
“It’s only fair he is inside of you since you were inside of him,” I whispered into her ear. “Hold her up, Owen, and keep your dick inside her ass.”
I pushed her back until she rested on his chest. His fingers curled around her thighs as he spread them open. I gripped her neck, pressing her against Owen and leaned back to watch her cock stuffed cunt. Her pussy was wet, swollen and pink. My dick was smeared with both of our cum.
She wasn't aware, but I leached some of her power to regenerate the current body I was inside. It was my seed that I injected inside her. It would be my seed that would open my path to this world. She was the key for me to become whole again.
The thought of being free of these dead bodies made me pump in and out of her faster. Her eyes were closed, so I slapped her face before capturing her parted lips. Owen kept his stiff cock inside her asshole like a good boy. It made her pussy incredibly tight, she moaned into my mouth, and I bit her lip, causing her pussy to clutch my cock.
“Yes, you dirty slut, take another load,” I said fucking her so hard that Owen stumbled back a step.
I grabbed her throat and squeezed her neck, wanting her to know what it felt like trying to breathe, for her to understand what she did to me. The memory of my brutal death never vanished, and my legacy was tossed out of the history books.
Her cunt clung onto me, clamping down on me while she gasped for air; I loosened my grip on her neck when I realised she came on my dick from me, choking the life out of her. Gone was the bitch high priestess, good riddance. Her tortured cries filled the air, and I slammed my hips into the air, allowing my cock to hit her insides before spurts of my cum shot out of me like a flurry of bullets. Her pussy continued to convulse around me extending my pleasure.
“Mrs Denby, run her a bath. Owen, keep your dick in her and bathe her. I’m not done with her yet.”
Mrs Denby led the way while Iset rode her carriage. So different from the elaborate wooden chairs she once rode. My laughter flooded the chapel.
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She was alive, but the spirit ebbed away from her eyes. Her heavily pregnant body was close to giving birth. As soon as she gave birth, I would use the body of the child that was created from two powerful souls. I would snatch a new life that the Gods denied me for thousands of years.
“You look tired, my dear. Why don't you go lie down and wait for me?” I said, glancing over the top of my newspaper to watch her lips tighten, but she obeyed.
She learned the hard way of what happened when she defied me.
I finished reading my newspaper, whistling as I made my way to my bedroom with Akhur by my side. He sat down when I reached my door. I set lay naked on the bed. The wooden box was beneath the bed. I smiled and closed the door behind me.
She was mine in life and death.
Forever.
The Demon’s Prenup
Chapter 1
Lucia
It was there one day. I’d cleaned this room for years—knew every crack in the floorboards, every shadow in the corner. Yet there it sat, glinting on the windowsill like a taunt. I picked it up and wiped it with my rag to see the gold gleam in the light. It was an odd place for a ring to appear. I checked for inscriptions, but there were none. The ring looked so pretty that I couldn't resist slipping it onto my wedding finger, admiring it briefly before I resumed cleaning. The cold metal felt odd on my finger.
For the rest of the morning, I was torn between the guilt gnawing at my stomach and admiration for having a pretty ring. Vanity was a sin, but I was good most of the time. This was simply a secret between me and God—until confession time, but I would worry about that later.
“Sister Lucia,” Katherine cried, rushing into my room with flushed cheeks.
