Page 359 of Master of My Life

“They are almost finished with her,” Terric said from above him.

Damian struggled to his feet, his hard cock throbbing painfully from his hips. He needed Sabrina.

Badly.

“Patience, Chairman,” Terric said softly. “She is almost ready for you.”

At long last, the final Immortal came with a roar inside of Sabrina and stepped aside. She was

bright red and swollen and dripping. Damian stumbled to her and fell to his knees as he eagerly

lapped up everything the Immortals had given her. She groaned and thrashed as he demanded

everything from her, biting her when she moved too much.

When she stopped moving and lay limp on the table, he knew he’d consumed everything she had

and stood, feeling stronger. He thrust his throbbing cock into her body and she jumped. Immediately,

he began to come and a rush of energy swirled around them. Ghostly black chains wrapped around

them and he leaned down as they bonded and merged their souls together.

Sabrina let out a howling scream and fought him. Two Immortals grabbed her arms and held her

down as the chains wrapped around and around.

He came hard inside her and he could imagine his cum surging through her veins as she became

his. He gave one last thrust and gave into the golden haze of pleasure.

When he could move again, he straightened and looked at the crowd of men below him.

“Behold your Chairman!” Terric stood next to him as the men cheered.

Neil brought a new black robe edged in gold and diamonds and placed it on his shoulders as the

men kneeled before him.

Damian grinned. At last, he was where he belonged once more.

He turned to the Immortals. “You will serve me as well?”

“We will,” the Immortals replied as one.

“What do you bring to show your devotion?” Damian asked.

The Immortals stepped back as one and raised their hands. Another flash of light and seven

women wearing thin black dresses stood before the Immortals. All perfect specimens of femininity,

glowing. Half-Immortals from around the world. All the Elder-Mistresses, save Irina from Russia.

Vlad, the St. Petersburg Elder and Irina’s Master, was the one holding Devin after all.

Damian approached the center one. He tipped up her chin and ran his finger along the top edge of

her dress. She smiled and bowed her head.

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