Chapter 3 #2
She emitted a sharp scream as he raked his nails—unnaturally pointy and sharp for a human—on each side of her spine.
She threw her head back in agony as blood poured out of the open wounds.
He slammed her face down onto the altar and continued to pound into her.
The blood stopped trickling less than a couple of seconds later while the woman moaned.
She was rocking her ass back and forth, meeting his dick thrust for thrust.
The man slapped her ass with such force, it resonated as loudly as a leather strap on a hard surface.
She emitted a strangled sound in between two moans, and barely intelligible pleas for him to wreck her pussy.
The man leaned forward and bit her shoulder so hard, for a split second, as his teeth sank into her flesh, I thought he had bitten a chunk off.
Dumbfounded, I stared as the woman cried out in ecstasy, swept away by her orgasm.
How the fuck would anyone find pleasure in this type of abuse?
The man cried out as well, ramming himself home, holding her hips so tightly his nails broke her skin.
Fat beads of blood trickled around the puncture wounds.
He undoubtedly had released his seed as he was no longer thrusting into her but merely grinding his pelvis against her rear while still being balls deep inside her.
As I witnessed this whole mess, I began to wonder why the fuck my mother sent me here. What could I possibly have to do with this consensual sex ritual?
The man never gave his partner a chance to fully recover from her climax.
He yanked her head back so abruptly and with such force that I feared for a moment that he would either break her neck or tear out a chunk of her hair.
But the woman straightened onto her knees and turned around to face him, led by the rough way with which he controlled her movements.
Without a word, he rammed his cock into her mouth.
She didn’t resist or complain as he fucked her face with the same cruelty he displayed previously.
Every time she appeared to choke, he would slap her then continue to rock in and out of her mouth at a punishing pace.
Robbed of words, I watched the woman slip one hand between her thighs to rub her clit even as her lover pounded her face.
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 himself like 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.
By the Gods, what the fuck is going on here?
“We’ve been waiting a long time for you, Eleni. I had heard of your beauty, but I didn’t expect you would be so stunning. I can’t wait to make you the queen of my harem,” he said, fisting Vivian’s hair as he casually thrust into her mouth.
Another irrational wave of possessive rage exploded deep inside of me. I nearly shifted out of my ash spider form to go give him a piece of my mind. But the air shifted, and the Inquisitor—who he had called Eleni—took a step back in shock.
“You!” she whispered in disbelief.
The man tilted his head to the side with an air of genuine curiosity.
“You know me? Was I already on your mind, my beauty,” he said smugly before his face briefly constricted with pleasure.
He glanced down at Vivian with an approving expression as she continued to deep throat him in earnest.
“Only to punish you for cursing the Demon Wolf Ranael!” Eleni hissed.
It felt as if a bomb had exploded when I heard her words. This man was behind the curse?! It didn’t make sense. From the start, it had always been clear that a woman did it. Could I have been misled this whole time?
The man burst out laughing. “You flatter me, my love. But I didn’t curse him. I merely drank his blood. Another had that honor.”
“Who?” Eleni demanded.
The man shrugged. “I don’t know, and honestly, I don’t care. I paid a pretty penny for a vial of his blood. He served his purpose to me.”
Helpless anger settled on her face. Why had she stopped trying to unravel the circle? Was it because she didn’t believe she could take on the two of them on her own?
Her gaze, still burning with hatred, shifted from the man to Vivian at his feet.
“How can you consort with him?” Eleni asked with a mix of shock, disgust, and something akin to betrayal. “Demon Wolves are the main protectors of our Order. Ranael saved many of our brothers and sisters over many centuries!”
Still sucking the man’s cock, Vivian glanced at Eleni. She pulled his dick out of her mouth, stroking it as she responded.
“Ranael has done nothing for me. But Elliot has,” she retorted before giving his shaft one long lick as if to reinforce her statement.
“What about your vows?!” Eleni exclaimed.
“Fuck my vows!” Vivian shouted angrily. “The Curia has done nothing for me either. Elliot is offering me the type of power I could only dream of otherwise.”
The air of pure disgust that descended over Eleni’s face pleased me tremendously. Whatever my thoughts about the members of her Order, she appeared to be among the good ones.
“And the other missing clerics? Are they traitors and defectors like you?”
Before Vivian could answer, Elliot shoved his cock down her throat, shutting her up while he tauntingly stared at Eleni.
“They’re not defectors but my beloved brides. I am offering them power, revenge, and the thrill of a life without restrictions, without rules, and where every pleasure is permitted and even promoted.”
Eleni shook her head with an air of pure confusion. “Why this charade? Why pretend to have gone missing during an exorcism if they just wanted to join your twisted little cult?”
The same fair question I was wondering about.
“For you, my pretty,” Elliot said with malicious glee. “I needed a thirteenth bride, a senior cleric. But you exceed all my expectations. Never did I think it would be you.”
“Me?” Eleni asked with a frown.
“You have no idea how far and wide your reputation has spread as the shining sword and shield of the Holy Office. Come to me my bride,” Elliot replied, extending a hand towards her.
For one horrible second, I feared she would comply.
With a conviction I couldn’t explain, I knew that I would interfere—even at the cost of being slammed by the Covenant—if she went to him.
But I already had figured out a workaround to destroy this foul male.
I was merely biding my time to gather as much information as possible before revealing my presence
“Fuck you,” Eleni hissed. “I would kill you all, but these two idiots consented to be defiled by the likes of you. Consider yourselves excommunicated. As for you, Elliot, you are not possessed, contrary to what your so-called parents pretended. But I can clearly see that you have enhanced yourself through questionable arcane methods.”
“That’s not a crime,” he said smugly.
“Not a crime… yet,” Eleni countered. “But I’m sure that you have committed plenty of them. Rest assured that I will find proof, especially regarding your involvement in the fate that befell Ranael. And once I do, you will be done for.”
To my dismay, Eleni turned to leave. I wanted her to attack them.
There was a darkness deep inside of her that was screaming to be unleashed and shed blood.
That darkness called to me. I wanted to fight alongside her as we crushed those vermin.
It boggled my mind that she would display such restraint and follow the rules to the letter.
More importantly, she struck me as being too smart to genuinely believe Elliot would let her get away and reveal what he had been up to.
“You’re not going anywhere, my beauty,” Elliot said in a menacing tone as if in direct response to the thoughts crossing my mind.
“You have everything that I want and all that I’m missing to complete the ritual.
I’m not letting you slip through my fingers now,” he added, shoving Vivian away from his cock.