Chapter 373- Finally came the time for Revenge

Chapter 373: Chapter 373- Finally came the time for Revenge

The sound was sharp. Clean. His palm across her cheek, her head snapping to the side, the crack echoing in the trembling room.

She cried out. A small, broken sound that carried none of her power and all of her vulnerability.

He stuffed his cock back into her mouth.

"Oh, come on," he said. His voice was warm. Amused. The tone of a man calming a storm with a leash. "You just ruined my mood."

His cock slid between her lips, the shaft pressing onto her tongue, the head finding her throat. She gagged, her gray eyes watering, her hands gripping his thighs.

"But don’t you want to take revenge on the bitch who handed you over to me?" he said. "Slutty bitch."

Her body went rigid.

The words hit her harder than the slap. The blonde. Sinea. The succubus. The Throne Bishop who had been her partner, her friend, her sister-in-arms. The woman who had sold her to this man. Who had traded her for position, for safety, for a place in the old hierarchy. Who had looked at her, at the girl with the gray eyes and the telepathic power, and had calculated her value and made the exchange.

"Your friend seems to have returned," the master said.

The words drove into her like nails.

The seer’s body trembled. Her mouth around his cock, her gray eyes streaming, her tattoos glowing faintly with the residual energy of her power. The room still shook, the cracks in the floor still spreading, the lamps still rattling.

She gagged on his cock. The sound was wet, broken, the noise of a woman whose throat was being fucked while her heart was being stabbed.

He fucked her mouth slowly. His hips rolling, his cock sliding in and out of her throat with the same patient, unhurried rhythm he had used on the thick woman. His hand in her hair, controlling the depth, controlling the pace.

He closed his eyes.

He looked at the scout. The man was still on his knee, his face white, his body trembling. He had just watched the room nearly collapse from a telepathic tantrum and was now watching the master calmly face-fuck the woman who had caused it.

"You can have that woman," the master said.

The scout blinked.

"What?"

He looked toward the bed. The thick woman was still there, face down, her enormous ass raised, her pussy gaping and leaking, her hands tied, her body trembling. She was crying. Her face was in the silk, her tongue out, her dark eyes streaming.

The master pulled the seer up.

He lifted her by the hair, pulling her mouth off his cock, the shaft emerging wet and throbbing. He turned her around, bent her over the windowsill, her small body pressing against the stone, her tattooed ass raised. He positioned his cock against her pussy, the head parting the small, dark lips, and pushed in.

PAAH

"HNNGH"

The seer gasped. Her small body arched, her barely-there tits pressing against the windowsill, her gray eyes finding the moon through the glass.

"Just fuck her," the master said to the scout, nodding toward the thick woman on the bed. "And don’t disturb me."

The scout stood.

He walked toward the bed. His hands were shaking. His cock was hard, the bulge in his pants straining. He looked at the thick woman. At her enormous ass, raised and waiting. At her gaping, leaking pussy. At her tied hands. At her clamped nipples. At her tear-streaked, beautiful face.

He unzipped.

His cock came out. Thinner than the master’s. Shorter. But hard, and dripping, and ready.

He grabbed her hips.

He slammed in.

PAAH PAAH PAAH PAAH

"AAAAANGH HNNNGH HAAANGH"

The thick woman screamed. Her body convulsed, her enormous tits dragging across the silk, the clamps pulling on her nipples. The scout’s hips drove into her with the rapid, desperate, rabbit-like pace of a man who had never fucked a woman this beautiful and was trying to make it last while knowing he couldn’t.

PAAHPAAHPAAHPAAH

"BOOBS," he gasped, his hands leaving her hips and finding her enormous, clamped tits. He squeezed, his fingers sinking into the flesh around the metal clips, his palms pressing the swollen nipples. "FUCKING BOOBS"

He fucked her harder. His hips slapping against her enormous ass, the sound filling the chamber, the wet, liquid percussion of flesh against flesh. Her pussy, stretched by the master’s beaded cock, gripped the scout’s thinner shaft loosely, the walls still swollen, the cum from the duplicates leaking around his shaft in white streams.

PAAH PAAH PAAH PAAH

"YES YES YES HAAANGH"

She moaned. Her tongue out, her eyes rolled, her body rocking with his thrusts. She had stopped caring about who was fucking her. The distinction between the master’s cock and the scout’s cock had blurred into the general, continuous sensation of being used.

At the window, the master fucked the seer.

PAAH PAAH PAAH

His hands on her small hips, his cock driving into her tight, wet pussy from behind. His mouth found her neck, his lips pressing against the tattooed skin, kissing her, his tongue tracing the geometric lines of her slave marks.

He whispered against her neck.

"Our kissy bitch has many things to settle with you."

The seer trembled. Her gray eyes, wet and streaming, stared at the moon through the glass. The moonlight fell on her face, illuminating the tears, the tattoos, the collar.

"You don’t want to have her," the master continued, his hips driving into her, his cock stretching her small pussy with each thrust. "But you can’t kill her. Of course."

PAAH PAAH PAAH

He grabbed her hair. Pulled her head back. His mouth beside her ear.

"You can kill that guy if you want," he whispered. "The one with the portals. The one she’s following now."

His thrusts deepened. His cock pressing against her cervix, the small body shaking with each impact.

"You see," he said, his voice warm, conversational, the tone of a man sharing a pleasant idea, "I kind of want to fuck both you and your enemy together. Wouldn’t it be fun?"

PAAH PAAH PAAH

"When you both bounce on the same cock?"

He laughed.

The sound was low, genuine, the laugh of a man who found his own fantasy amusing. His hips maintained their rhythm, his cock driving into the seer’s pussy with the same controlled, patient pace he used for everything.

"Haha."

PAAH PAAH PAAH

The seer’s jaw clenched.

Her gray eyes, wet and blazing, stared at the moon. The moonlight caught the tears on her cheeks, the tattoos on her skin, the collar on her neck. Her small body was being fucked, her pussy was being stretched, her master’s cock was inside her, and his words were inside her mind.

Both cocks. Both holes. Both filled.

The thick woman on the bed was screaming, the scout pounding her like a rabbit, his hands mauling her clamped tits, his hips a blur of desperate, unpracticed thrusts.

PAAHPAAHPAAHPAAH

"BOOBS FUCKING BOOBS HAAANGH"

And the seer, bent over the windowsill, her tattooed body silhouetted against the moonlight, her gray eyes burning with a rage that no amount of cock could extinguish, thought one thought.

One single, continuous, unbroken thought that ran through her mind like a vein of ice through warm stone.

’I will kill you, Sinea.’

’I will kill you one day.’

The master thrust deep. Held. Came.

The warmth flooded her small pussy, the cum pumping into her in thick, heavy pulses. Her body convulsed around him, her walls clenching, her power flickering. The lamps in the room blazed bright for one second, then dimmed.

He pulled out.

He patted her head.

"Your pussy is always tight and delicious; having succubus power really makes you fuckable if not for these tattoo runes covering your pink nipples and pussy, hahaha..."