"My... my lord," she said, making sure to inject just the right amount of fear and weakness in her tone, even as she moved her hands to tremble a little more than they already did. "I am willing and ready!" She raised her tear-filled eyes to him, her heart clenching in her chest at the dark gaze staring down at her.
"...And you?" Black turned to look in Ophari's direction, not the least bit surprised to see her glare back at him in defiance. His gaze flicked away to a few feet behind them, where Flonda stood, and he beckoned her closer. She instantly obeyed, about to bow, only to straighten her back instead.
He touched her shoulder, satisfied to see all her wounds slowly heal, including her left arm, which had been tied and slung to her shoulder. A grateful expression crossed her face as she beamed up at him with eyes tinged with trust, flexing her arm to confirm that she had indeed been completely healed.
"Stand by the door! I don't want to be bothered!" he ordered, watching her nod instantly and head for the entrance, grabbing a steel sword from the ground as she walked away. She made sure to slam the door closed after her.
He would have left her in the room if he weren't worried she might trigger the consciousness of Voldrak himself within him.
The door had barely closed when he turned his attention back to the two women kneeling in front of him, his gaze centered on the red-haired one. He enjoyed watching her pretend to be weak and harmless.
"It's been a while, so pleasure first! Wouldn't you agree?" he said to her, pleased to see her immediately understand what he meant as she leaned forward and slowly pulled down his pants. A smug expression flashed across his face when he saw the shock in her eyes as she gazed between his legs, his roaring member standing just a few inches from her face.
His aura still boomed across the hall, but he softened it enough for Murra to have no issues moving. She looked excited as she instantly moved closer without touching him, her breath fanning the swollen tip as she raised her hands to her chest, sliding the piece of cloth tied around her breasts down.
Lifting herself until his dick was placed right between her soft mounds, her mouth opened to take him in, closing around him with an elegance that delighted him, even as she slowly began to mold her breasts around his length.
He knew what she wanted, he could feel it, and he saw no need to deny her if she was willing to work for it... and she did. Sliding his length back and forth into the deepest part of her throat, she loudly moaned his name.
"Ba...ak!" her mouth too full to be fully coherent as she raised tear-filled eyes to look at him. Black instantly began to thrust his hips forward, lowering his hand on her head to fix her in place as he pounded her mouth with relish, the pleasure he had missed for a thousand years burning through every pore of his skin, threatening to push him to the edge of the madness where he had been.
His movements became faster, and he groaned, grunted, his hips moving uncontrollably. He was satisfied to see the woman in front of him slowly light up as a bit dripped down her throat, and she greedily sucked in his essence while he pretended to be unaware.
Ophari had been kneeling on the ground in silence, anger boiling within her as she watched Murra bare herself for the wretched man they had been sent to kill. She watched in fury as Murra took him into her mouth, her eyes sliding to the other steel blade on the ground a few inches away from where she knelt.
She could cut him down.
'Maybe that was Murra's intention. To give him pleasure and for her to cut him down the second he got lost in the throes of it,' Ophari thought. Even as she watched the man grunt and Murra moan, she couldn't bring herself to move from the spot she knelt on. The intensity of the aura around her had lessened, but it was no less wild. Too much to belong to anyone other than one of the clan leaders.
'Is he a clan leader? Is this another form of war? To bait Leader Adrani into fighting him?' Yet the more she thought about it, the more confused she became. She turned her eyes back to the people beside her, her face already slipping into a glare. The smell of pleasure sprinkled a bit of flush on her cheeks, but that was when she noticed Murra glowing, a subtle light under her skin as the aura around her became heavier—enough to make Ophari understand what was going on.
'She's taking in his essence!' Alarm flashed in her eyes as she immediately put on a blank mask. 'He knows, but he's allowing it!' She realized with dawning certainty that with that much power, Murra's allegiance had definitely turned, and she would be a fool not to do the same.
Raising her head, she shuffled closer, feeling a trace of pleasure in her lower belly as she knelt right beside Murra, raising her hands to gently touch his balls, which had been left unattended. The weight of his eyes settled on her a second later.
Murra also snapped her eyes open, suppressing the need to cough as she felt Black slide out of her mouth. He turned his body ever so slightly to the right, surprised to see Ophari willingly open her mouth and allow him to push into her, not even letting out a groan as he continued to thrust until the tip of his pulsing rod slammed against her throat.
Murra was extremely disappointed, but she tried to hide it. She had been able to take in a bit of his essence, but it wasn't enough, and the thought of having to share made a bigger frown appear on her face as she watched Ophari slowly bring down the band around her slightly larger breasts. Ophari slurped, working her tongue around him, lapping every bit of essence she could grab without even trying to hide it.
Her moans grew louder as Murra watched her realize that the essence they could get—the raw power they could harness—was unlike anything they had ever seen. While Murra was waiting for her turn, Ophari clamped her mouth tighter around the pulsing organ, willing it to climax deep in her throat. She rubbed the length of it, lathered it with care, and sucked the red tip until her jaw ached, begging for more, while Black simply watched as the two women writhed on their knees, unaware of the greed that had slowly crept into their eyes.