Apparently irked by that action, the man reached for something I couldn’t see from this angle. A second later, a whistling sound was followed by the sharp clap of a belt striking flesh.
“I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself, you dirty whore,” the man hissed. “You get no pleasure except what I give you when I choose to.”
As a further punishment, he shoved his dick as deep into her throat as he could and held her firmly in place with his hand on her nape. Clearly, it was blocking her airway. The seconds stretched as her face turned increasingly red. The whole time, the man whipped her hard with his belt, angry welts rising on her ass, thighs, and back.
Just when I thought the woman would pass out from lack of oxygen, her body began to shake as she squirted, gushing an impressive amount of fluid in what had to be yet another orgasm. The man yanked her head back, and she gasped for air as he spilled his seed all over her face and chest.
The runes on the pentagram glowed with renewed intensity, their color shifting to a worrying shade of orange. I didn’t know what kind of ritual such a circle served. But it was something beyond nefarious. Sex magic usually worked best when it could feed on pleasure.
Technically, they both seem to be enjoying this no matter how sick it is to me.
And that disturbed me even more.
To my shock, the man slammed his palm on the woman’s chest, shoving her back with such force she nearly fell off the altar. He grabbed her legs and yanked them up so high, she knocked the back of her head on the hard surface. She winced then shrieked when he rammed himself into her ass, clearly unprepared to receive his non negligible girth.
Irrational anger filled me. While I didn’t mind killing females, I usually avoided it. This man, I would gladly kill. But right this instant, I was seriously considering eating both of them. The man for his gratuitous cruelty and mistreatment of the woman. And the woman for willingly subjecting herself to such abuse.
The foul male relentlessly wrecked her ass while belting her clit and tits. And the woman continued to emit the most mind-boggling mix of moans of pleasure and shouts of pain.
No, I won’t eat her.
Her flesh was covered in that scumbags cum. But I could eat his heart and brain. The magic being used was quite potent. I would retain some of the man’s power once I had eaten him, some of it temporarily, but I wouldn’t mind some of it staying permanently with me.
Just as I was once more wondering why in the Nine Hells my mother had sent me here to witness this debauchery, the muffled sound of footsteps reached my overly sensitive ears. Moments later, the most breathtaking female I had ever beheld barged into the room shouting words of power. But my enthrallment with her beauty shattered half a beat later at the sight of her outfit.
Inquisitor.
Too many of those wretches were sadists indulging in countless vices and cruelty under the cover of sanctity.
And then it hit me.
It all made sense now. Was that man an Inquisitor abusing his authority by falsely accusing the woman he was fucking of being a witch? Was she ‘willingly’ submitting to his abuse in exchange for her freedom?
She climaxed twice…
In spite of her lover’s brutality, I had not perceived any signs of coercion against her. But the man looking at the beautiful Inquisitor with an evil grin cast those wandering thoughts out of my mind. He was taunting her even as he continued to fuck the woman in a frenzy.
Apparently unfazed by that provocation, she cast a kinetic spell that bounced ineffectively against the protective wall from the magic circle surrounding the altar.
“Release her, you fiend!” the Inquisitor shouted.
Even as she spoke those words, she threw a vellum at the pentagram. My heart leapt with conflicting emotions as I witnessed what was happening. The Inquisitor was truly horrified by the scene unfolding on the altar. Her entire being glowed with a powerful protective aura. She desperately wanted to free the woman, who she seemed to think was being violated. How would the stunning Inquisitor react once she realized that the woman was in fact a willing participant?
I’d been so taken by her that I hadn’t noticed another Inquisitor following her. She was a blonde, a few years younger with a divine body but a not-so-flattering face.
“Vivian, break the circle!” the Inquisitor shouted to her blonde companion.
To my complete shock, despite being in appearance fully human, the man bared his teeth, and two pairs of fangs descended. He bit his lover’s leg. She screamed, this time without the slightest hint of pleasure. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as the man roared with ecstasy. His seed shot out, but he didn’t pump into the woman long enough to spend all of it in her ass.
He pulled out, leaving the woman limp, the rest of his seed spraying over the altar. Although knocked unconscious, she was still breathing.
Completely focused, the Inquisitor cast a series of spells, combining them with enchanted vellums, which significantly reduced the draining effect of spellcasting while also speeding up the casting time. With the assistance of her companion called Vivian, both Inquisitors should be able to quickly unravel the magic circle.
The man jumped off the altar, standing naked, his cock wet and still half erect. It pissed me off that he should expose himselflike this to my… to the Inquisitor. The irrational jealousy and anger surging through me took me aback.
“Well, well, Vivian. I see you’ve brought a friend. How nice of you!” the man said with a smug expression. “Be a good girl, and clean this mess Sienna left,” he added, waving at his glistening cock.
The beautiful Inquisitor’s face mirrored the shock I felt upon hearing those words. She froze halfway through casting a spell to gape at her companion. Vivian glanced at her with a malicious grin before walking unimpeded over the edge of the magical circle and kneeling in front of the man. She then proceeded to suck his cock.
