Page 10 of Unholy Fate

As silence fell in the room, broken only by the hypnotic crackle of hellfire, I turned my attention to Levi. While a portion of mewas curious to hear his update, another deeper part relished the opportunity to toy with him, to remind him of his place.

How the mighty had fallen, so much that he could not remember when he had been mighty. It was in my best interest that he never remember his life before me. I savored the flicker of unease on his face.

My voice deceptively calm, I asked, “Tell me, Levi. How is your progress?” If he failed, the little nun would be my downfall. The Seer had told me so. Verbatim:Evelyn Adams will be your downfall.Not if I had my way. No pious nun would clip my wings.

Levi crossed his arms in a relaxed posture that bordered on insolence. “It’s been less than a day, my lord. Surely, you don’t expect miracles already. Besides, we aren’t really in the miracle business anyway. That’s for those prissy assholes on the other side.”

Arrogance. Flippancy. Two things I despised above all else. My anger rose. The air shimmered with heat and smoke joined the other scents as a cushion caught on fire.

“Flippancy,” I growled, “is not what I require of you.”

Levi’s smirk faltered as beads of sweat formed on his brow. I rose from my throne, arms crossed, my shadow stretching impossibly far across the chamber.

“Do you think this is a game?” I glowered down upon him.

He quickly fell to one knee before prostrating himself in a show of submission.

“My lord,” he said, “I meant no disrespect. I simply meant to assure you that the process is underway and that time is required to do the job you request.”

I loomed over him, my tone cold and unforgiving. “You’ve wasted my time with your arrogance. Time is the one thing I do not wish to waste.”

Levi kept his face against the floor, but I could hear his heart racing. He knew he had pushed too far.

“How,” I growled, “do you plan to appease me?”

He hesitated for a fraction of a second, then rose to his knees, head still lowered in deference.

“I live only to serve you, my king,” he said, reverence and desperation coloring his tone.

I could smell his fear, pungent and intoxicating. He knew the torment I could unleash upon him. More importantly, he knew the action I required to quell my anger. Settling back on my throne, I relished his terror even as I anticipated his next move. Submission was always so much sweeter when tinged with dread.

Sure enough, Levi crawled toward me. Each movement scraped against my patience like a dull blade. I glared as if daring him to falter under my simmering disdain. Upon reaching the base of my throne, he knelt before me and deftly unbuttoned my trousers. Then he wrapped a hand around the base of my massive, ridged cock.

I leaned back on my throne and rested my hands on the armrests as Levi began his penance.

He had to open wide to get his lips wrapped around my cock, his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin. He licked and sucked, causing my eyes to flutter with pleasure. A growl slipped from my lips as he expertly teased my frenulum, his tongue dancing in perfect rhythm over my pulsing dick.

As he bobbed his head up and down my shaft, taking more of me into his mouth each time, I dug my claws into the arms of my throne. Flexing my hips, I joined his rhythm, fucking his mouth.

His hands squeezed at my balls lightly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my veins while he continued to worship my cock with both hands and mouth.

“Good,” I said, my voice deep and rumbling like thunder in the caverns surrounding us. “Suck me, bitch.”

My words echoed off the walls, making it louder and more commanding. As he obeyed me, sucking and stroking, I flexed, fucking his mouth harder.

His lips and tongue worked their magic faster as I thrust deep into his mouth, and he sucked harder on my cock as he used one hand to squeeze my balls in time with his rhythm. Warmth spread through my body like wildfire through dry tinder.

With a primal roar that echoed through my throne room, I shot my seed into Levi’s mouth, thick and hot and powerful like molten lava. He swallowed every drop without hesitation or complaint.

He knew what would happen if he didn’t.

Satisfaction washed over me in waves as he looked up at me as licked my cock clean, admiration mingled with fear in thosedark eyes of his. Then I released him from between my legs and shoved him firmly away.

I gazed down at Levi’s kneeling form, satisfaction curving my lips. “It appears your mouth is good for more than just arrogant comments. You’ve begun to redeem yourself.”

My words were mockingly indulgent, a reminder that his penance, while appreciated, did not guarantee forgiveness. Levi wiped his lips, head still bowed. He understood this was as much about reinforcing my dominance as it was about absolving his transgression.

With a lazy gesture, I signaled that our audience had concluded. “Go,” I said. “And do not fail me again.”

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