Page 69 of Cursed Heirs

“Yes,” she rasped, swallowing over and over, as her throat reddened, and then I saw black veins forming and spreading from her mouth to along the column of her throat.

No, no. Hades, no!

In the next moment, he flicked his fingers, stripping her naked, and him along with her.

I squeezed my eyes shut against the visual and the awful act taking place.

I heard the snap of his fangs, her blissful cry, then him gulping down what had to be her blood.

A thud and a shout from her had my eyes snapping open again and I looked to see him pounding her into the wall with his cock as he slicked his tongue all over the blood that was now dripping down her neck and over her chest.

He had her in rapture as he also employed his crimson magic all over her body, completely consumed by him and I looked away, trying to ignore the awful sounds of what was happening just feet from me.

He wouldn’t let me ignore the latter, his magical whispers tormenting me again a moment later as he made me hear him.

“Ungh… such a sweet fucking cunt. Squeezing me like a vise. Pulsing for me. Fucking dripping for me, Your Majesty. Look at her getting off on every moment, bouncing on my cock. She’s desperate for me. My dirty little whore to do with as I will. Make sure your son and his cohorts get the message—and the visual.”

His voice left me as she screamed in ecstasy.

I kept looking away as he grunted and shouted his own release.

But then she was crying out again and I looked to see that she was cupping between her legs, her eyes wide, her face twisted in pain. “It hurts,” she told him.

“It’s the black magic filling you up,mefilling you up,” he explained.

Then he batted her hand away and drove three fingers deep inside her, shoveling his escaping cum back inside her.

Over and over, until her screams became shrill, her entire body shuddered violently, and she then passed out.

Once he was done, he chuckled darkly, then gathered her into his arms.

He looked out at me and undid the lip-sealing spell.

“Monster,” I seethed.

He smirked. “Don’t you forget it.”

With that, he glided out of the room with her.

His captive.

His victim.

His.

15

~Orpheus~

I was no longer incapacitated.

Neither was I back to full strength yet, however.

Another day and that should change.

At least I was well enough now to see to myself, to be mobile, and lucid.

The timing couldn’t have been more imperative, as Professor Edgar Marlowe had been summoned to Abigail’s estate.

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