Stud Conquerors the World Book Twelve: the Busty Priestess
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Chapter 4
Supernatural Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
Save them...
Those words echoed through my soul.
The ritual was over. The girl was dead. I glanced at the redhead who had blown me. At the other slaves who had watched. Some of them had to know this would be their fate. Especially the young ones. Where did they get them?
No, that was easy. Girls were trafficked in the United States all the time. Memphis was the heart of it. From there, they were brought in and sent out. To different parts of America. To other parts of the world. Runaways from the foster care system or broken homes. Girls who wouldn’t be missed too much.
I would save them all.
“Mmm, yes, yes, yes,” cooed the governor. She had wielded the knife like it was nothing. She had blood on her breasts. “What a wonderful night! Welcome to—”
Lightning flashed outside the window. Thunder boomed, rattling the windows. The storm swirled above, sounding angry. She frowned and glanced upward. Ba’al never received the soul of his offering. My stomach tightened.
Had I done the wrong thing?
No, no, it was the only good I could have done. They couldn’t suspect that I pulled her soul away, right? The others muttered. It must happen sometimes. An offering wasn’t accepted. The lightning crashed down again.
“Something wrong?” I asked.
She glanced at me and smiled. “Of course not. Mmm, the ritual is over. You can return home.”
The abruptness was surprising. They thought something went wrong and were hoping I hadn’t noticed. She didn’t think I was the cause. There was that. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and texted Ms. Denise.
“Pickup,” I sent.
I moved through the group. Others were giving nervous looks, though the bishop glanced at me, her eyes hungry. She wanted to ride my dick again. I also glanced at Assistant Chief Christina Nelson. She looked like she wanted to throw up. She did not look at the poor girl’s body being taken away.
I wanted to be sick, too, but I felt her in me. She was dead, but her soul was spared from being devoured by Ba’al. I had done that, at least. I stepped out onto the porch. The rain came down hard. Sheets of it washed across the lawn. The wind whipped it toward me.
Two state troopers flanked the doors. I glanced at them. They were hard men. They knew what went on in there. They were complicit in it. That was disgusting, too. Not surprising given that a chief and two assistant chiefs were in there.
The limo pulled up before the house. I darted out before Ms. Denise would climb out to open my door. No point in her getting soaked. I wrenched open the door and slid in. Ms. Denise was almost getting out when she closed her door.
“Sir,” she said and drove from the place.
“You’re alive,” said Detective Carson. She was sitting naked on the other side. She had her clothes taken off. It was warm back here. The sort of place where naughty things could happen. “What happened?”
“They murdered a girl,” I growled, my blood boiling.
“We shall save the others,” promised Nisha. “A way will be found.”
I nodded as we drove past the Capitol Building. The lightning lit up the dome. It was corrupt. Democrats. Republicans. It didn’t fucking matter. The governor. The Supreme Court. The fucking elites and their games. I heard the rumors. I knew there were sacrifices.
And worse.
It would fucking stop.
I would put a fucking end to it all.
The wind slammed into the limo. Two cop cars joined us. My bodyguards. There was no point in hiding it. The governor knew I had compromised them. She was looking into me. Did she know how far my reach spread through Pierce County?
But I wasn’t in Pierce County, but Thurston. It wasn’t a long drive back, though.
“Ms. Denise, signal lights,” I said. “I want to get back home as fast as possible.”
“Of course, Master,” she said and picked up a CB radio. It was tuned to our frequencies. There were 911 operators who were under my sway who worked in the mansion. They would coordinate any further radio communication. “Lights. Return us to the nest as swiftly as possible.”
“10-4,” a woman said over the radio.
The lights of the two cop cars flared to life. They glowed in the darkness and the rain. We hurried toward the freeway. It would be an hour before I reached the mansion, even if they sped the entire way. Maybe longer.
Detective Carson slid across the divide and snuggled against me, “Master?”
“I’m fine,” I said.
“You’re not,” she said, resting her head on my shoulder. “That must have been awful to see.”
“I’ve murdered,” I said. “That won’t be the last death I see.”
“Still,” she said. “You’re not alone in this. We will see them crushed together.”
I nodded. Yes, we would.
Moira Black
The mansion buzzed with excitement. My big brother was returning.
“They’re almost here,” announced one of the 911 operators. She was an Indian woman named Reva. She had nice tits and such a lovely shade of red-brown skin. “A few minutes. The main gates are opening.”
“Thank you, Lord and your angel Nisha,” whispered Susannah.
She still thought Nisha was from God and not conjured by my brother’s will. A thought form was an impressive feat. Of course, he would do that. Everyone gathered in the living room. The maids opened the front door. The chill summer storm raged outside.
Just like at the church a few weeks ago.
I hoped this didn’t wake up Michael. I had just gotten him to sleep an hour ago. Thunder rumbled ominously. The power flickered. We had our own generators if we did lose power. The cops were outside in rain gear and long rifles to protect the compound. The drones that patrolled were grounded, though.
The winds were too much.
The limo’s headlights appeared. I sighed in relief with the others. The maids stood on the porch and spread their skirts. They curtsied as the limo came to rest before it. One of the cops in her rain gear stepped out into the deluge and opened the door.
My brother appeared in his tuxedo. He looked sharp in it. So handsome. Detective Carson followed him, gasping as the rain sprayed on her naked body. My brother nodded to the curtsying maids.
“Welcome home, Master,” they all said in unison.
Sable smiled in pride.
My big brother looked furious. Anger throbbed across his forehead. I had seen him mad before, but nothing like this. He was livid. I feared he could melt steel with his ire. I drew in a deep breath, my heart racing.
I had to apologize for my lapse.
“I’m so, so sorry, Zach,” I gasped.
My big brother blinked. “Er, for what?”
“For forgetting to tell you about the Governor who was investigating us.” I flew into his arms, burying my face into his tuxedo. “Ms. Rayne told me, but then I went into labor, and I just forgot in the excitement of giving birth and the euphoria of being a mother and ... and ... You walked into a trap.”
“I survived,” he said, his hands stroking up and down her back. “She questioned me. I had to tell her that you were trained by our father, but that we don’t know where you’re from. So she knows you’re a witch.”
“Okay,” I whimpered.
“And...” He ground his teeth together. “They think I’m part of the cult.”
Others gasped.
“They killed...” He took a deep breath. “They sacrificed a slave-girl. The governor herself did it. Plunged the knife into her heart.”
I trembled. I had done a human sacrifice. I had killed Charles’s mother for a spell. He had been so angry at me for that, too, but it was necessary. He broke from me and clenched his fist. His body shook with righteous rage.
“We are going to destroy the cult,” he growled. “Dismantle them.”
“Of course,” Sable said with an excited edge to her voice.
“Sable, I want you to start compromising Assistant Chief Christina Nelson of the Washington State Patrol. She is not happy about being in this situation.” My big brother looked so strong. “I want her to be mine. I know she’ll want to destroy these mother fuckers.”
“Done,” Sable said. “Should we infiltrate the entire State Patrol?”
“Yes. Get the missionaries on that. They should be done with their work up at Callum Bay.”
“They are,” Mr. Augustine said. “The prisoners and many of the jailers are part of the cult. They have been working on the jailers’ families. The warden has eluded them thus far.”
“My brother can handle the warden,” I said. “His sentencing is next week, right?”
“Yes,” said Judge Alyta Bittal. Since she “married” Detective Carson, she had been living here. “There will be no hiccups.”
After all, my big brother also had the county’s district attorney under his thumb.
“Good, good.” Zach relaxed. “I want the cult destroyed.”