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.
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.