Stud Conquerors the World Book Twelve: the Busty Priestess
Copyright© 2026 by mypenname3000
Chapter 11
Supernatural Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Leo must play a deadly game with a dark cult.
Caution: This Supernatural Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Lesbian Heterosexual Cheating Slut Wife Wimp Husband Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Facial Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts
Sable Newport
I waited for Mr. Nelson to open his front door, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt the enchantment of Artemis on me. I glanced at Moira who looked so calm as she sat on the couch, Mother kneeling before her. the naked Deputies Petra and Nancy flanked the doors, ready.
The key inserted into the lock. He didn’t expect us here.
I put on the most imperious smile as I stood strong before him, my corset lifting my tits into perfect mounds. My pussy dripped juices that ran down my thighs to the tops of my boots. I was ready to dominate a man.
The door opened, revealing a brown-haired man who was starting to go bald. He was in his late thirties and froze at the sight of me standing there. Confusion washed across his face. He opened his mouth.
The deputies sprang out and seized him.
“What?” he gasped as they yanked him forward, kicking the door closed. “What the fuck is this!”
Their naked breasts jiggled as they shoved him before me. He stared at me in shock. His cheeks went red. He looked around in complete confusion. A bunch of naked women in his house was the last thing he expected.
We weren’t burglars or dangerous men. We were sexy women.
“What is going on?” he demanded. “Who are you women?”
“I am your Mistress, dog!” I snapped.
“What?” he said, defiance in his voice.
“Kneel, cur!”
The power of Artemis flowed through my voice. He gasped and dropped to his knees on his own. The deputies released him, They stood there, ready to act. They were gorgeous, athletic women. Not like this man kneeling pathetically before me.
I only wanted one man to touch me, but...
“Eat my pussy, cur!” I snapped. “Eat your Mistress’s cunt! Feast on what she gives you, dog!”
Artemis’s magic swirled around him. Her righteous anger seized him. He was a man who had seen the nakedness of women and must pay for it. Pay by becoming a faithful hound and devouring my pussy. He struggled to fight it.
His hands raised up to grab me. His thick wedding band gleamed on his left hand. He stared at it. Love warred with him for a moment. The magic was too strong. He could not resist. He groaned and gripped my hips. He leaned forward.
“Thank your Mistress, dog,” I hissed as he neared my pussy. God, he had stubble.
“Thank you for this feast, Mistress,” he groaned, the spell on him. “I ... I ... This isn’t ... What the fuck ... I...”
Trembling, he buried his face into my pussy.
“See, it worked,” squealed Moira. “Oh, oh, Mrs. Newport, that’s so good. Mmm, yes, yes, eat my pussy. I’m going to marry your daughter. Then you’ll be my mommy-slave.”
I shuddered at Moira’s words as the man licked my pussy. His stubble rasped on my delicate pussy lips. His tongue furrowed through my folds with bold licks. A man devoured my cunt. I gripped the back of his head.
He was my dog. I had to tame him. Housebreak him. His tongue fluttered through my folds. With him tamed, we would have a means to leverage his wife. To turn her to our side. I shuddered as he licked at my cunt.
His tongue plunged into my cunt.
“That’s it, cur,” I growled. “You’re my good boy. My dog, right?”
“I ... I...” he groaned.
“Feast,” I hissed. “Get that tongue back into my cunt, hound!”
He buried his tongue into my pussy.
I shuddered as he licked around in my cunt. It was just so good to have him doing that to me. I trembled as he flicked around in my pussy. His whiskers rasped on my pussy lips. He stared up at me with such ... hungry eyes.
The eyes of a dog loving his feast.
I stroked my fingers through his brown hair. I gripped the back of his head. I ground my cunt on his whiskered lips. I shuddered at the pleasure. It was nice to dominate, though. I was having fun doing that. He deserved to serve me.
He was a man.
A dog.
A pussy-whipped cur.
“If you’re a good dog,” I purred, “I’ll give you to your wife. You’ll be her hound, but ... You have to earn it. Make me cum!”
“Yes, Mistress,” he groaned, his eyes burning. He loved his wife. He wanted to be with her.
Good, good. Now I just had to hope that his wife loved him. That she was truly forced to being Chief Cantwell’s whore. I hoped so. I wanted to have the wife kneeling before me, eating me out while Zach fucked her and the dog here watched.
Jacking off his little cock while his wife was our whore.
Mine and Zach’s. He was the only man I wanted to share with.
I shuddered at those ideas, my orgasm building. I was eager for what was to come. For the depravity of it. I wanted to cum and cum hard. The man stroked his tongue through my petals. He licked at me with hunger.
It was just so incredible to have him doing that.
I loved it.
He licked at my cunt with such hunger. His tongue stroked to my clit. I groaned as he stroked over my bud. My fingernails bit into his scalp. I held him to my cunt as he licked me there. It was just so good to have him devouring me.
I would cum and cum hard.
“Oh, that’s it, cur,” I moaned. “Make me cum. Lick my clit! Oh, oh, you disgusting hound! Make your Mistress explode!”
He lapped at my clit. I shuddered as his tongue fluttered against it. He knew how to make a woman cum. He must love his wife a lot. He tongued over my petals. I shuddered at how he licked at me. He stroked across my snatch.
It was just so good. He suckled on my bud. It was outstanding. I loved it. My face contorted in delight. I groaned, my heart hammering in my chest. He suckled on my bud. I wanted to have his wife kneeling, too.
He was the key to that beautiful slut, one of the most powerful cops in the state, being my whore.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned, throwing back my head. “That’s it. Fuck!”
I exploded.
My cunt writhed as the juices gushed out of me. Waves of dominating pleasure swept through me. I drowned the dog in my cunt cream. He groaned into my pussy, licking at me. He gathered up everything that I had for him.
He licked up the cream. It was just so good to have him doing that. I shuddered through the rapture. He panted into my cunt like a cur. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back in my head. My boobs bounced at my bliss.
“Yes, yes, cur!” I groaned. “Serve faithful, and your wife will be your Mistress. We shall save her from her boss. Yes, yes, you want to save her!”
“Yes, Mistress,” he growled. “I want to save her from that motherfucker!”
I blinked at what he said. “What motherfucker?”
“Chief Cantwell!” he growled, pussy cream dripping down his chin. “I know what he’s doing to my wife. She’s trapped!”
“And we’ll save her,” I said, surprised that he was ... accepting of his wife’s affair. “Bu only if you’re an obediently hound.”
“I will be!” he promised.
“Good boy,” I purred.
Assistant Chief Christina Nelson
I ignored the secretary’s smirk and her knowing eyes on me as I headed into Chief Cantwell’s office. I always felt dirty when I came in here. I glanced down at my wedding ring before I opened the door. I hated that I was breaking my vows with Phillip, but...
I was trapped.
“Christina,” the chief said. The Black man leaned back in his chair. I felt so dirty as his eyes ran over me. “What do I owe the pleasure?”
“Detective-Sergeant Carter has brought his report on Sheriff Billings.” I threw the folder down. “We have proof that he’s fucking both his underage daughters.”
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