Page 6 of Rescued By the Alien Acolyte

“You’re crazy,” she hisses.

“I am an inquisitor of the Solar Nexus,” I say, my voice echoing in the chamber. “I have cleansed countless souls and sent them to the gods. I am their chosen instrument, the Dark Blade of the Nexus.”

She looks up at me, her eyes filled with fear and defiance. “I will not succumb,” she whispers, but I hear the uncertainty in her voice.

A few hours have passed, and I have taken time with my little flame, enjoying her biting words as I ready her for the ritual. By now, I should have her screaming in agony. The ritual demands a willing sacrifice, and pain is the quickest way to bring the truth to those who are blind. But Loelle is different. I do not wish to hear her screams of pain; I want her screams of pleasure. The realization sends a thrill through me.

How far can I push her before she breaks?

My many tools of various shapes and sharpness clutter the stone table, but none sing to me as they should. Instead, my gaze lands on a jug of scented oil I use for cleansing. I lift the jar, inhaling its fragrant scent. The sweet fragrance reminds me of the gardens of my childhood a lifetime ago.

Orphaned after my parents died suddenly, I was sold to the highest bidder by my uncle. The Nexus found me then, a lost soul in need of purpose. They gave me a home, a family, a calling. But now, as I stand here, the certainty that has guided me for so long wavers. The oil’s aroma, so like the flowers my mother once tended, stirs long-buried memories and doubts I try to push away as I walk toward my female flame.

I pour a small amount into the palm of my hand, then slowly begin rubbing it into her skin. My fingers glide over her body,exploring every inch, helping remove the wax as I massage the oil into her delicate skin. She trembles under my touch, her breath catching as I stroke her breasts.

I continue to massage the oil into her skin, the scent of it filling the chamber. Her skin is soft and smooth, her curves a revelation. It is a pleasure to touch her, to explore her body, and I do not rush it.

“Does it feel good, apostate?” I murmur, my fingers dancing over her inner thighs.

“Y-yes,” she gasps.

“Tell me what you want,” I growl, my voice husky with desire I’m struggling to contain.

She turns her face away, conflict clear in her eyes. “I… I want nothing from you,” she says, but her body betrays her, arching into my touch.

“Liar,” I breathe, my fingers tracing patterns on her skin. “Your body speaks the truth your lips deny.”

“No,” she gasps, shaking her head. “You’re my enemy.”

I lean closer, my breath hot on her ear. “Then why aren’t you fighting harder, little flame?”

She shivers, her resolve visibly crumbling. “I… I can’t…”

“Can’t what?” I press, my own control slipping. But she shuts down and says nothing else, which only fuels my desire more.

My cock strains under my robes, aching for release. I can feel her wetness on my fingers, her desire for me as powerful as my own for her. For a moment, I’m lost in the haze of lust, my body screaming to claim her.

Reality crashes back like a tidal wave, dousing the flames of desire. The ritual demands purity, and I am its guardian. A test from the gods, perhaps? Or a clever ploy by this cunning apostate? Either way, I will not be found wanting.

I pull my hand away, my face hardening into a mask of cold authority. “Your tricks won’t work on me, heretic,” I growl, myvoice laced with contempt. “Did you think you could seduce your way out of your fate?”

Her eyes widen, a mix of confusion and desperation. “No, please! I wasn’t—”

I cut her off with a sharp gesture. “Silence. Your lies fall on deaf ears.”

I turn away, not in retreat, but in dismissal. Her pleas mean nothing to me. As Master Inquisitor of the Solar Nexus, no mere female will sway me from my purpose.

I stride toward the hidden door at the rear of the chamber, my movements purposeful and controlled. The scents of incense and arousal linger in the air. I will not let that cloud my judgment. No matter how delightful the temptation is, I must resist.

As I reach the doorway, I hear the approach of two acolytes. Perfect timing. I step out to meet them, effectively blocking their view of Loelle. Whatever weakness I might have shown, I must ensure it is gone now. I must be an unyielding servant of the sun gods.

“Report,” I command, my voice brooking no argument. The acolytes snap to attention, ready to serve their master.

“Master Finzar,” the tallest calls out, his voice tinged with urgency. “The High Inquisitor requires your presence.”

A chill runs down my spine. High Inquisitor Sakar will have been informed of our intruder, no doubt seeing it as a sign from the gods to bless this Solstice and their awakening. His summons is never a trivial matter.

“I will attend him in a moment,” I bark, the authority in my voice stopping them in their tracks. The words echo in the chamber, bouncing off the stone walls of the temple.

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