"Maybe we should stop here," Black sighed, a dissatisfied look on his face, mostly focused on Murra, in whose mouth his roaring member pulsed with reckless abandon, even as he stopped the flow of essence they could have gotten by sucking on his skin.
"My lord!" Ophari gasped, surprised that she was the one most against stopping, which Black understood, considering she had stepped in later than Murra.
"My-my lord!" Murra began to speak in a soft tone, scooting closer to him while still on her knees. "I beg you! If this does not satisfy you, then there are other ways!" she pleaded, tears in her eyes even as she seethed in anger. The thought of allowing him into her body wasn't the issue—it was the fact that she, one of the leaders of an elite family, was on her knees when it should have been the other way around.
'I swear, I'll drown him in pleasure and get what I need before I kill him. Then all that'll be left is to kill Adrani and make the clan my own,' she thought, staring straight at the shaft in front of her, its tip still coated in her saliva.
"Hmm! What makes you think I want to?" he responded with a shrug, standing in front of them without seeing a need to cover himself as he watched his second plan unfold without having to move a muscle.
"You won't have to do anything, my lord. I'll do it all myself!" Murra promised, excitement visible in her eyes as she watched Black think about it. Ophari began to panic beside her, internally cursing herself for not having the courage to speak first.
"Maybe it could work," Black responded with a nod, and the fear that had slowly crept into Ophari's chest mounted. She leaped to her feet in panic, speaking to Black in a pleading tone.
"Murra is too old. I can assure you that—" But she had just begun to speak when she felt the aura around her tighten against her throat, shaken to see Black turn a dark gaze toward her and speak words that instantly sent her back to her knees.
"Did I ask you to get up?" His voice was more calm than angry, though the flash of fear in Ophari's eyes was enough for him to let it go, even if he still had every intention of punishing her for it.
"I-I'm sorry, my-my lord!" she hurriedly apologized, a sincere look in her eyes, one he knew Murra couldn't replicate.
Black nodded and pointed toward the bed, one he walked to, beckoning for both of them to follow. Murra was the one to get on the bed, Black satisfied as he watched her part her legs without being told. The piece of cloth tied around her body still covered her until she raised her legs to reveal herself to him, speaking as she did.
"I offer myself to you—my essence and my inner energy—that we may forge a bond anew," she softly whispered as she watched Black's eyes focus on her midsection, his rod inching closer to her entrance.
'It's been too long,' he sighed as he positioned himself at the entrance, parting the lips as he gently thrust himself into her slick warmth. A groan edged at his lips as he pushed deeper, slamming against her cervix, embedding enough of himself to be satisfied.
A smile broke across her face as he began to thrust into her, shocked to feel waves of pleasure, her head thrown back on the edge of climax.
'Idiot! All I have to do is clench my walls!' Murra thought as she moaned in ecstasy, confident that he would finish before her and she would be able to assimilate his essence straight into her body. But the thought had just echoed in her mind when she felt him begin to hit her spot—the one that made her legs tremble as she held them up. The more she leaned back, the harder he slammed himself against it, making her jerk in pleasure even as panic began to rise within her. The idea that she could be the one to lose her essence and die slowly dawned on her.
Ophari watched from where she knelt on the ground, watching Black moan and Murra moan even louder, her hands clenching the sheets as she tried to regain a semblance of control, while Ophari's heart pounded in her chest.
If Murra couldn't hold out, then she would die, which would give Ophari a better chance at winning.
'Die! Die! Just die!' she cursed silently, her hands clasped in a prayer above her huge, naked breasts to whichever god was listening. Murra's voice echoed in the room, followed by the sound of their bodies smacking against each other, her hands tightening on the sheets as she desperately waited for her turn.
By the door stood Flonda, her eyes filled with tears as she watched through the door hole, her master forming a bond with a woman who had once been his enemy. A woman lying where Flonda should be, and the more she watched, the more anger burned in her belly as she recalled the way he had treated her.
The action had been kind, but the look itself had been predatory in a way that made her skin crawl.
'That's not Voldrak. That's not my master!' she decided, beginning to think of a way to suppress whatever spirit now inhabited his body, even as her heart slowly broke.
'I have to get the cleansing water and make him drink it!' she swore, leaving her post while his attention was divided, before she could no longer bring herself to break his order.
'I have to help him! I must!' Refusing to listen to the voice in her chest that whispered she was simply jealous, and it had nothing to do with her master.