Page 26 of Death God

On the round table by the throne rested a bottle of red wine and two crystal glasses. Plates of fruits and freshly baked bread formed a half circle around a large plate with a roasted suckling pig on it, a ripe peach in its mouth.

Fuck, the horseman had just ruined my taste for peaches.

Half a dozen pretty human women—all rude—stood by, ready to serve. A group of gorgeous black witches moved into the scene, starting to perform an erotic dance on either side of the dais, their lustful eyes glued to the Alpha King. Everyone could see he was very much aroused, his huge erection distorting his half-open red robe.

At a snap of his fingers, I bet the witches would fight for a chance to give him a blowjob.

“You don’t need to feel insecure,” the Alpha King said, a smug smile tugging at his lips as he noticed my gaze sharpening on the nude human women and witches. “None of them can hold a candle to you. Your exotic beauty is unequalled.” He paused for a second, his hungry eyes roving over my curves. “It’s a shame you didn’t wear the dress I sent you. I want to see how it looks on you.”

When I wore a dress for him, it’d be the dress of death, motherfucker.

He thought I was jealous of him having nude women around. In truth, the fierceness in my eyes promised to burn this place to the ground, free the slaves, and slaughter every black witch and mage.

The black witches glared at me with hatred, not missing a beat as they danced, trying to seduce their dark lord.

“I’m not here for the competition,” I said. “What do they say about comparison steals joy?”

He laughed. “I like your spark.”

The back of his hand brushed open his red robe a little wider to allow me to have a peek at his erection. He probably thought women would fall over themselves to fuck him after seeing his huge cock. His hand moved toward his shaft.

Dear gods, don’t let him pull it out and stroke it.

His lewd gaze never left me. He seemed to want to jerk off in front of me, and the nudging, challenging, and lustful look in his eyes spelled that he very much wanted me to do it for him.

Fucking fat chance!

I sneered, just like Marlowe sneered.

The butt-naked witches writhed in a wilder erotic dance, a couple of them fondling their breasts, three of them rubbing their clits now, and the lead dancing witch thrust her fingers into her cunt. All of them gazed up at the Alpha King with burning hunger, literally begging to be fucked.

The Alpha King watched them for a few seconds, licking his lips, before turning his carnal gaze on me again.

“If you come sit on my lap, Pip,” he offered, “I’ll give you everything you ask for.”

I knew he was a liar. Even if he would give me my freedom, I wouldn’t sit on his fucking lap. And I wasn’t the kind of chick who liked to ask. Politeness wasn’t in my bones. I took whatever I wanted.

“Seriously, dude, or Alpha King,” I said. “You should learn more about women.”

“I know about women,” he said, gesturing at a roomful of naked women who fought for his attention and affection. “I can have any of them. I can have any woman I want on this planet, yet I want you and you alone, Pip.”

So gross.

“You know only one type of woman, and they’re all here,” I said. “But I’m not one of them. Just so you know.”

He chuckled. “You’re cute when you’re uptight. You’ll get used to this new lifestyle. Life doesn’t have to be hard or all work. Life can be a great party under my rule. My motto is ‘work hard, party harder.’ We deserve it.”

His gaze travelled to a group with interest, and I turned to look. A demon was fucking a black witch with his horn, and a group was watching while fucking each other. On the side, someone was fucking and whipping his partner. Black magic blending with lust and violence permeated the air, and the stench of collective sex made me want to gag. I desperately needed fresh air.

I snapped my fingers at the dancing witches, then formed my hand in the shape of a gun and leveled it at a redheaded witch, who thrust four fingers into her cunt and moaned so loud it hurt my eardrums.

“Service your king,” I ordered. “You have my permission to pleasure the Alpha King. Whoever gives good head will be rewarded beyond her wildest dreams. Some of you will even get a title, like Miss Perfect Blowjob, or Blowjob Number One, then Blowjob Champion. The top winner will be the Queen of the Blowjob and will spend the first night with the king…”

Before I even finished the inspirational speech, the witches swarmed toward the Alpha King like a horde of bitches in heat. Before he could protest or pretended to protest, the redheaded witch had reached him before anyone else by whipping or shoving whoever was in her path.

She rubbed her breasts against him, then lowered herself in a dance move—damn, I could use that on Marlowe in the future—and then, before he could blink, mesmerized, she had his cock in her mouth.

She didn’t stop there. She was suckling him nicely while writhing her body to get him more excited, and she was skillfully pushing his cock down her deep throat.

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