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Story: The WitchSlayer
She lifted her hands to undo the ties around her neck. The moment they were undone, the silk black cloak rolled off her shoulders to reveal a bare and unclothed body.
His hands clenched, wanting away from her.
Yet, he didn’t struggle when she climbed onto the altar near his feet, didn’t try to get her off him. He knew there was no point.
Instead, he held in his anger, waited until she was seated across his hips and against his legs.
She was straddling him, one of her hands resting between her breasts like she was pretending to be bashful. His eyes fell onto the three other people in the room with them, not buying her shyness when he could tell she didn’t intend to back away from this.
Deep down inside, Rurik had hoped that she wouldn’t actually do this. That she would find a way into his dungeon and release him. He had wanted to believe that she wasn’t evil, that her actions in his lair were true and the woman he could see now was the lie.
That isn’t what happened.
He hissed in a breath when she touched his shaft. Whatever they had given him made him so sensitive that even the barest touch from her pained him.
They have ensured that this will not take long.
When she touched him, he finally spoke to release his hold on his anger.
“If I escape this, I will make sure you burn!”
She flinched at the loudness of his voice, at his words, the way he said them. She’d been raising her hips, and they now paused.
“I will make sure you feel my fire! You will feel your skin melting until you are wasted away to nothing more than muscle and bone.”
He could see her hand tightening against her chest as her eyes fixed on his torso like she couldn’t meet his eyes. He could see she still feared fire – that at least that hadn’t been a lie.
Sweat even dotted her paling face.
“And when you are about to take your last breath, I will heal you! I will heal you like before and then I will burn you again! I will make sure you pay. I will make sure you suffer. I will make your ending as painful as possible. All you will feel is agony. You will regret-”
Before he could finish cursing her, one of the coven Witches approached him and forced cloth between his lips and teeth. It muffled his words when it was tied tightly around his head.
She didn’t move. She just stared at his torso with a startled, lost expression.
She fears fire, and I will make her live in it!
“He will not harm you, Amalia. He will be dead before long. Start this,” Strolguil said to calm her, like he cared for her fear. “Nothing is the matter, my sweet.”
Her hair fell forward when she raised her hips, and it blocked her face from their view.
Then she was seated around his cock, and his muscles tensed as his eyes rolled back. Whatever they gave him had made sure he thought that wet heat around his cock felt splendid.
She placed one of her hands on him as she moved, as she rolled her hips in the way that felt best for him – just like he taught her. He knew this was about to be over.
She still has a pussy that feels like heaven.He couldn’t help thinking it, even as he tried to fight it.
He felt something wet drip onto his stomach, and he raised his head to see what it was. All he saw was hair.
It didn’t matter. Not even a few moments later, he was roaring to the ceiling, his body tight with tension as he came inside her. He yelled as gave her his seed that they would have made sure she would take and grow without him.
I failed.
She stopped when she felt it.
“Is it done?” Strolguil asked.
“Yes,” she answered before reaching her hand out without lifting her bowed head.
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