Chapter 1: Blessed Milk
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“I wonder if your scales balance.” Harrow circled Layla slowly, his cane swinging at his side. “If they don’t, you would have to be culled from the herd like a sick lamb.”
She watched him angrily. She should have seen this coming. She had been blindsided after they had taken Steven away. She thought she could fight her way out but had been taken down swiftly by their sheer masses.
Now she was tied to a chair surrounded by Harrow’s followers.
“But then your use would be done.” Harrow stood behind her. “You would not be able to tell us where the scarab is. Where your husband is. What your plans are.” He touches her hair, making her shudder and flinch away.
“I’m not telling you anything.” She growled out. “If you’re going to kill me, then just get it over with.”
She knew what sort of man Harrow was and if he wanted to kill her, she’d be dead in the blink of an eye. At least it would be quick.
He walked around her again and looked at her for a moment. “In some cases, death solves nothing.”
He held up his cane, the crocodile head hovering before her as if judging her. “Perhaps we can find a more fitting use for you.”
His eyes moved over her, taking her in. She glared up at him then eventually looked away. His eyes were so calculating and cold. It felt like he could see through her.
“Humans are flawed.” He pushed the cane forward and she felt the cold metal almost tenderly caress her cheek. “They can think and make choices for themselves. That’s what gets them into trouble, you see. Their souls are corrupted by the choices they are given. Animals are inherently good. They have purpose. They have use.”
The cold metal slid down her neck and under her chin, lifting her head up so he could look at her fully. He smiled and leaned in, his voice a soft rasp. “I can give you purpose. Perhaps that is how you can be saved. I can take away your choice and you can be remade to serve us.”
“I will never serve you. You’re insane if you think I’ll ever do anything to help your cause.” She jerked her head away from the cane.
He laughed. “She has spirit!” He turned to his followers. “We have been so lucky here. Each of us bringing something special to our little haven here. We grow our own fruits and vegetables. We tend to our animals and they supply us with wool to make blankets and clothes.”
He smiled back at Layla. “You see, we’re mostly vegetarian here. A few still eat meat and eggs, but for the most part, we try not to take from animals. A dead animal has purpose once. Such a waste.”
She glanced around at his followers who all nodded, latching onto his every word. It was eerie to see how eagerly they agreed with him. How far they would go for him.
“A cow could continue to provide milk to feed us for years. If you can withstand the idea that the cow must go through so much to continue to produce milk. Then the offspring suffer… Not to mention the resources that are needed to go into keeping a cow. Can one cow feed a village? Hardly.” He looked down, shaking his head. This was obviously something he had gone over before when building his utopia town in the Alps. “But I wonder… We are humans, after all. We were not meant to survive off the milk of another species. We are given our first meals from our mothers.”
Turning back to his followers he lifted his cane up for them to see. “I will save this poor lost soul today! I will give her purpose! She will provide for us and we will be blessed by Ammit again!”
The eyes of the crocodile started to glow a dark purple as he slowly lowered the cane towards Layla. He gave her a soft smile that made her skin crawl. “May Ammit bless you well.”
He chanted and the purple glow spilled from the crocodile’s eyes to envelop her. She felt her body heat up and terror filled her. Was this it? Had he decided to kill her after all? Or worse, did he somehow have the ability to hypnotize her into a mindless follower? Was that how he had such a large group?
The heat built inside her and she let out a scream as she thought she might burn up to cinders.
It was over just like that. The light faded and Harrow lowered his cane.
Layla was breathing hard as the heat slowly faded. “What the hell was that?” She blinked away tears, not wanting to let him see any signs of weakness. She refused to let him think he was getting to her.
He continued to stare at her, smiling. “Letting you have but a taste of the godly powers Ammit can provide for us.”
She was about to argue more when she felt a strange tingling in her chest. Her nipples hardened and pushed against her bra firmly. The tingling spread and she flushed as she squirmed, pulling on her restraints. Her arms tied behind her back to the chair, she couldn’t even hunch her shoulders forward.
The tingling started to prickle and she gasped as she felt her nipples push harder against the thin fabric. She felt harder than they had ever been in her life. Looking down, she could see the shape pushing against her shirt and becoming more and more prominent
Layla watched in confusion as her shirt started to lift outward then her bra started to cut into her as it suddenly felt too tight. “What…What’s happening?” Her voice trembled in fear. “What did you do to me?”
There was a sudden surge of heat and she cried out as her chest pushed forward, filling her shirt out. Realization hit her then that her breasts were growing.
Panic hit her and she flailed in her chair, struggling to get free as she felt her shirt start to tighten slowly. “Stop! Make it stop!”
Harrow held out a hand to one of his guards. A large knife was handed over and Harrow knelt down before her. “Let me help you, my dear.”
She held her breath as he slipped the knife under her shirt. He held eye contact with her as he started to slice, slowly splitting her shirt up the middle. The knife changed positions and cut away at her sleeves till he could pull her shirt off her fully.
She swallowed hard and trembled as she felt the heat surge again and her breasts strained at her small bra heavily.
“Don’t…” She pleaded softly. “Please don’t…”
The knife moved quickly and her bra was sliced down the middle, letting her breasts spill free.
She let out a sigh of relief then whimpered as the crowd let out a murmur of excitement.
Harrow stayed before her, watching as her chest continued to swell. “Don’t you think this is an improvement? Haven’t you always wanted to be useful?”
She shook her head, fighting back tears as she watched her modest bust become obscene. To make matters worse, her nipples were jutting out at full attention.
Her areola darkened and puffed up slightly. She watched as her nipples suddenly fattened and started to grow out till they looked like little teats.
Her chest was heavy. She could feel the weight as her breasts filled out and swayed with each jostle of her body. She shook her shoulders and shuddered as she felt them jiggle. Another heat wave and they finally settled, enormous on her small frame. She felt a building pressure and pain in her breasts like they might burst any moment.
Harrow reached up and gently cupped a breast in his hands. “Magnificent.” He gently massaged then squeezed, following his fingers towards her nipple till he was pinching and pulling it.
White flashed before her eyes as the pinching and painful pressure started to build. “NNNh!” She arched back and thrashed, only making him pull and pinch harder.
Pain turned to pleasure and she felt something give. A hot stream of milk sprayed from her nipple, soaking his hand.
Sobbing, she sank forward as far as her restraints would allow. Milk dribbled from both nipples heavily, slowly soaking her lap.
Harrow lifted his hand and tasted the milk there. “Divine. Truely, we are blessed!” He stood, lifting his milk covered hand in a sort of victory as the crowd cheered.
“Chin up, beautiful. You have been gifted a purpose. I’ll send for the milkers tonight. Tomorrow begins your new life as our new cow. We will tend to your every need and you only need provide us with your nurturing milk.” Harrow stroked a hand through her hair gently.
“You can’t keep me here.” She glared up at him. “You can’t just hold me prisoner!”
“Don’t worry. By tonight, you will be begging us to milk you.” He smirked. Leaning down he lifted a breast and wrapped his lips around a nipple, giving a suck.
She let out a gasping moan as she felt the milk pull from her. His tongue licked over her fat nipple and he gently worked her over, drinking with each spurt till the milk started to flow freely.
She arched her chest up and threw her head back, moaning as he suckled from her. Any cries for him to stop were mixed in with moans and whimpers. She could feel her groin heat up and was suddenly aware that it was wet with more than just her spilt milk.
He pulled back, letting her breast fall back down, dripping heavily.
Layla flushed, panting heavily. She squirmed as she felt her groin heat up. “Ah… Something…Something’s wrong…” She gasped and tried to thrash her legs.
Harrow looked at her for a moment then reached down to undo her pants. Terror passed over then was replaced by the burning pain. “Ah! Oh… S…Something’s wrong!”
He undid her pants swiftly and pulled them down over her hips roughly, letting them fall to her ankles. He pulled out the knife and cut them away, leaving her fully naked.
The heat in her groin built then faded. She was distantly aware of Harrow’s hands on her knees, slowly spreading her legs to fully expose her.
He let out a soft exhale and whispered a praise to Ammit. The look on his face only visible to her, she saw an unmistakable expression of desire sweet over him before he swept it away back to his cold hard gaze.
She squirmed in her seat, vaguely aware of how wet the chair suddenly was. She could feel fluid smeared over her thighs and pooling under her.
It took her a moment to realize it was her own lubricant flowing out of her. She had always been self conscious about how wet she could become when aroused. Marc used to enjoy teasing her till she was soaked through her pants fully. But this… This was far more than she had ever been before.
“A mirror.” He glanced back at the group. “I want her to see how blessed she has been.”
There was some murmuring and shuffling before someone handed over a compact mirror.
He flipped it open and held it up so she could see her own groin.
He kept her legs spread, the smile on his face for her eyes only.
Swallowing she looked at the mirror, distantly aware of how erotic this was as she was forced to look at her own wetness.
The folds were swollen, glistening and pink. She could both feel and see how her muscles contracted over and over in need, sending a ripple through the inner part of her vulva. Her normally small and mostly hidden clit was now swollen, pushing past the protective hood and standing at full attention over her slit. A fat nub waiting for attention.
She let out a strangled sound and tried to close her legs quickly.
Harrow held her firmly in place as he adjusted the ropes on her legs to keep her spread wide. “I think everyone should gaze on Ammit’s work, don’t you?”
He smirked and stood back, letting everyone gaze at her. “Come.” He gestured towards her. “I encourage everyone to taste the milk we have been blessed with. Everyone who desires so may have a sip. I expect her to produce enough that once collected we can all enjoy a full glass.”
Layla’s eyes widened as the crowd moved forward. The first person stepped forward, an older man with gray hair. He leaned in and wrapped his lips tentatively around a nipple. It was all she could do to stop from moaning as he sucked a few swallows from her.
He looked up at her, wiping his lips. “You will serve us well. Delicious.”
Tears ran down her face as the next came forward, one on each teat sucking out her milk. Some leaned in and looked at her puffy groin and clit with curiosity. She shivered each time a new set of lips touched her nipples, making her fluids gush from her heavier.
In no time at all she was openly moaning and whimpering. One person reached down as if to touch her groin and was stopped when the cane came down, blocking her from them.
“This is her gift. We must not defile such a gift from Ammit. It could unbalance your scales.” He let the cold metal of his cane lightly touch her outer lips and she gasped, jerking her hips just barely before she got control of herself again.
She looked up at Harrow in surprise as he protected her from their touch. At the same time, she felt him shift the cane just a little and a sharp edge ran over her clit before pulling away.
She groaned and arched her hips up as a burst of pleasure overrode all her higher thoughts and functions. Lips found her nipples again and she needed more. Realization that she was riding on the edge of an orgasm hit her and she rocked her hips pitifully in the chair.
Layla looked at Harrow, panting and practically drooling in need. “Please… I can’t… I can’t!” She thrashed and felt her milk spurt from her nipples with her effort.
“My darling, the day is just getting started and there are many mouths to feed.” He leaned on his cane and smiled, watching as each member of his community drank from her, leaving her more and more desperate.
By the time everyone had taken a drink from her, she was slumped in the chair as far as her restraints would let her, whimpering mindlessly and rocking her hips in an effort to rub against anything.
Aware that no one was pulling her nipples and swallowing down her milk, she gave a hazy look around the room. She didn’t know how long all of this had taken but the crowd was bigger than when it had all started. They all watched her, waiting.
She looked over at Harrow, trembling. “Let me go… Just let me go…”
He looked at her seriously, his eyes piercing into her soul. “Choice is our downfall… But I must give you one last choice before you are freed from the burden of your scales.”
He knelt between her legs and rested the cane on the chair between her thighs, Ammit’s teeth inches from her quivering folds.
She looked down at him, eyes wide and squirmed, trying not to imagine how good it would feel to just be touched… Just a little…
“Ammit has offered you pleasure beyond any you have ever felt before. She knows how fragile the sinner’s mind can be. Give in and be absolved. Take this pleasure and become her servant. I will make you into our holy blessing. You will know only bliss.” He reached up and pinched a nipple, pulling it till milk sprayed out heavily. “All who come before me and the scales will be rewarded with a drink from your divine teat.”
Layla gasped and trembled. “Ah… Please… Please…” She squirmed her hips pitifully.
He smirked. “Let me hear you say it. Tell me what you want.”
She glared at him and looked away. “No.”
He laughed. “Such spirit. I knew you would not be so easily motivated.”
He leaned up to whisper so softly into her ear. “Are you afraid? I promise you will have nothing to fear. I will never let anyone touch you. Your breasts belong to us all, true… But this…” He let a hand slide down her stomach to rest just above her clit, letting her feel the rough calluses and strong fingers there. “This is yours to do with as you please. Perhaps… Perhaps you need more motivation? More proof that Ammit has chosen you to be our proof of love?”
His fingers stroked her lower abdomen gently. She could only take shuddering breaths as she held still for him. It was all she could do to fight the desire to arch into him.
He nudged the came closer and whispered a soft prayer. The eyes of Ammit glowered a soft purple that spread out to her groin. She felt a pulsing power push against her folds, stroking and spreading her gently. She spread her thighs further, gasping as she took in the power pushing against her there. It moved to her clit and she cried out as she rocked her hips. Just before she thought she might finally be pushed over the edge it stopped.
A strangled groan of protest left her and she sat back, panting.
She felt her groin pulsing in need, the muscles inside trembling with the urge to be spread open and filled. Everything felt far too sensitive. The very idea of someone spreading open her folds made her gasp and arch her hips.
Her clit was so hard it was throbbing in pain, desperate to be touched. Each pulse of her heart made her clit twitch as it started to swell further, pushing out like a thumb from her folds.
Harrow leaned back down and blew across her slit and clit slowly.
It was enough to make her let out a frustrated scream as she bucked against the air. “Oh… Oh god! Please! I need it! I can’t I can’t I can’t!” She babbled and felt milk dripping down her nipples and torso.
“You know what you must do.” Harrow looked up at her.
“Yes!” She sobbed. “Touch me! I want you to touch me! Make me cum!”
He turned the cane upside down and pushed it forward and she felt the cold snout of Ammit press between her folds and slowly up into her as far as the handle would allow till the staff was rubbing against her clit.
She could feel her muscles clamping down around the crocodile head tightly and trying to pull it in further. Her hips started to rock and her eyes rolled back as she felt a flash of pure pleasure.
There was a snap and she felt her hands fall free as Harrow cut through the ropes, fully releasing her.
She gripped the cane and pulled it closer, pushing the snout further inside and humping against the handle desperately.
Her body was wracked by pleasure as her first orgasm rode over her, drawing out moans and gasps. Still her hips rocked against the cane. “Yes… Oh god…” She looked up at Harrow. He was watching her with a pleased smile, holding the cane still for her, letting her rut into it fully.
She glanced around and whimpered as strangers watched her get off. It was too much. She quickly climaxed again, moving her hands up to massage her breasts to draw out the pleasure.
Somewhere in the back of her mind she was protesting. She should be up and running. This was her chance to take the staff and run. To get away and take his power away.
She dropped a hand do her folds and spread them, lifting her hips up to give the audience a better look as she rocked on the staff. Her other hand found her clit and slowly stroked it, rolling it under her thumb and stroking the new length desperately.
She gave a breathless gasp as she squirted, her juices dripping out of the chair and down her legs.
It was too much and still she needed more. Still she was on fire.
She groaned and licked the staff, rocking it in and out of her needily as she changed the angle till she felt that wonderful pointed snout push into a spot that sent her over the edge again. She could almost feel the crocodile moving on its own. As if the mouth inside was opening and drinking her on, licking her flesh and coaxing her on.
There was a flash of purple as she rode out the orgasm, trembling and clenching around the handle tightly. She let out a final cry then collapsed back, her body spasming as it rode out the pleasure.
Harrow took the cane back, slowly pulling it out of her. He looked at the fluids as they dripped from the metal heavily. “So blessed…” He licked the fluids from the handle slowly, savoring the taste.
He slid a hand across her lower abdomen and laughed. “Chosen by Ammit. Bathed in milk and cleansed.” He stepped back to let the crowd gaze at her. “Her scales are balanced!”
A dark mark slowly formed across her lower abdomen till it took the form of scales, much like the tattoo on his arm. The scales moved then at last settled into perfect balance as milk dripped down across her.
Her pleasure-addled mind was adrift as she reached down and spread her labia open, letting everyone see her clenching hole. “Ah… drink from me… Let me bless you…” She lifted a breast and squeezed a nipple, letting milk flow. “Ammit blesses you…”
Harrow smiled and stroked her hair. She would make a fine servant of Ammit. He couldn’t wait to take her to the village where her new followers could be blessed.
Chapter 2: Let us Worship
Summary:
Harrow takes Layla back to the village in the alps and shows her what it feels like to be worshiped.
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Layla floated in a void. Her memories had started to blur and any coherent thought of escape and normal life had been pushed to the back.
Things she had done in that room in London. Things she would never have done before. Acts of vulgarity and erotic display…
After her transformation into what Harrow called ‘his divine blessing’, she had been sedated and transported to the village in the alps. The sedation was for her own comfort as her state of being had been lost to her at the time.
When she woke up, she had found herself naked in a room with a soft bed. There had been a brief moment when she had remembered everything and cried, curled up under the blankets so she wouldn’t have to look at what she had become.
When the tears stopped, she explored her room. There was fresh fruit and water on the table for her. Starving, she devoured it eagerly then drank down the water. She had never felt so thirsty before and realized it was probably because of the amount of milk she was producing. Even now, standing still, she felt her breasts ache with pressure.
She pulled a sheet off the bed and wrapped it around herself for any semblance of modesty she could find.
When she heard a knock on her door, she grabbed a small bedside lamp and held it up like a weapon. She could still fight them and escape.
Harrow walked in, his crunching shoes giving him away before she saw him.
“Good morning, my beautiful creature.” He smiled. “Did you like the fruit?”
She raised the lamp up and glared. “Don’t come near me.”
He only held open his hands to show that he had no weapons except for his cane.
She stared at the cane and remembered what she had done. The memory of how she had defiled herself willingly…
She looked down at the mark of the scales that rested on her lower abdomen.
He held up the cane. “Blessed by you. I can still smell you on it. I could let you borrow it again, if you like.” He sounded so soft and gentle, yet so condescending at the same time.
She blushed deeply and looked away. “What do you want?”
“I’m here to take care of you. The village was so pleased to hear that the gift from Ammit was here for them. They can’t wait to meet you.” He went to the window, giving her a wide berth as she still held up the lamp.
“Do you see them? Waiting for you. Wanting to see your gifts. To taste your blessing…” He smiled as he pushed the curtain aside and waved.
She slowly set the lamp down and went to the window, arms crossed over her breasts protectively. She looked out the window and saw a large crowd of people waiting.
He grinned and opened the curtain further. “Wave to them. They want to bask in your glory. Would you deny them such a simple pleasure?”
She had flashes of memory of the things she had done. Of how she had fucked the cane until she was too euphoric to know what was happening. How she had spread herself and let people watch her as she got herself off over and over.
She shuddered and stepped back from the window.
“Understandable. You are not ready yet. Not properly cleansed.” He walked back to the doorway and waited. “Surely you wouldn’t mind a bathroom break? Perhaps a nice bath?”
She reluctantly followed him. She needed to know what was outside of the room, after all.
They walked down a corridor with a plush carpet and fancy paintings and decorations. To her surprise there were no guards or servants anywhere that she could see. It gave her some hope of escape.
Harrow opened a door and guided her inside to the largest and fanciest bathroom she had ever been inside.
The walls were covered in a tile mosaic of beautiful farmlands and fields. The floor was warm and she suspected it was being heated from underneath. An open shower area was in one corner with the sort of showerhead that promised a powerful spray of water. A toilet was in one corner with a bidet, a large counter and mirror lined one wall with a sink, and the sink was lined with fancy hand soaps, toiletries, and makeup.
In the center of the room was a large deep bathtub that was filled with steaming hot water and bubbles.
“How about you start by relieving yourself.” He gestured to the toilet. “It was a long trip and you can’t be comfortable.”
She did have to urinate now that he mentioned it. She suddenly realized how open the room was with no doors to separate out the areas. She looked at him for a moment then got the feeling that he had no intention of leaving.
She definitely moved to the toilet and pulled up the sheets before taking a seat. She locked eye contact with him as she let go and urinated.
His eyes stayed on hers, his smile never wavering. She felt a shiver run through her as he watched her. She pushed the bidet button and gasped as warm water splashed up across her. Her legs spread slightly and she felt her own fluids start to drip down. The forced air that tried to dry her stood no chance.
She stood up and felt her fluids start to drip down her thighs heavily. “I’d like to clean up.” She looked at him nervously.
“I imagine you would.” He went and stood next to the bath. “I’m here to assist you.”
“I want to do it alone.” She glared.
“I’m sorry.” And he did sound sorry. “But I must make sure you are properly cared for. It is my job to serve Ammit, afterall.”
“Then I won’t do it.” She crossed her arms.
He took a slow breath and walked over to her. “I must insist that you get clean.” He hooked his cane over her arm and she stared down at the crocodile head. “I would prefer that you do so willingly.”
She swallowed then slowly moved to the bathtub. Letting her sheet fall away, she climbed into it slowly, giving herself time to get used to the hot water as she slowly sank down into it.
Harrow moved to pull up a chair and sat behind her. He rolled up his sleeves and picked up a sponge. “Allow me.” He dipped the sponge in the water and started to gently scrub her back, working across her shoulders and the back of her neck then slowly circling dowards.
Despite herself, it felt nice. She pulled her hair over a shoulder and closed her eyes, desperately trying to pretend that it was Marc cleaning her. His hands stroking over her arms and down her sides.
He paused and she heard him moving. She glanced up to find him now sitting in front of her. He lifted her arms and moved the sponge slowly over her collarbone and down over her chest.
Layla gasped as he focused on one breast at a time, lovingly cleaning and stroking every part of them. He spent a little extra time on her nipples, making her squirm as he ran his fingers over them gently, taking care not to squeeze or release her milk.
When done there, he moved to her abdomen and lovingly cleaned the mark of the scales.
She put a hand out and grabbed his wrist when he moved lower. “I can do the rest.” She looked up at him, pleading.
“Layla.” He cooed softly. “I made a promise to you. I would take care of you.”
He pulled his hand out of her grip and spread her legs. She felt the sponge rub over her outer lips then gasped as he parted her and gently cleaned the inner folds. She bit her lower lip as he spread her wide and made sure to cover every part of her most private bits. Her hips lifted as he gently circled the sponge over her clit then he moved to her thighs and worked his way down each leg, lifting them as he rubbed her calves. She slowly sat back and watched as he massaged her feet one at a time.
It felt heavenly as his large fingers worked over any knotts he found, pressing and stroking slowly.
When finished he gently maneuvered her till she was rolled over, stretched out in the tub. A gasp escaped her as he stroked along her buttocks then dipped the sponge down between the crack.
“Ah… That’s good… You can stop now… You don’t need to clean there-Ah!” She felt a finger rub over her asshole slowly. The finger circled it, stroking over and over again.
Her eyes closed and she gripped the sides of the tub as she lifted her hips.
He smiled and leaned in to run a free hand over her hips. “Did you think Ammit would forget to bless any part of you? Her love knows no bounds.”
His finger pushed and she gasped as it slid into her ass easily, igniting nerves that she didn’t even know she had. “Oh god!”
He pushed it in fully and slowly pushed in a second finger, easily spreading and stretching her as he slid them in and out.
“Nnh… What…What are you doing?” She whimpered and squirmed.
“Making sure you are ready to be perfect.” He removed his fingers and smiled.
She felt her muscles twitch as her asshole slowly closed again. Trembling, she sank down into the hot water fully, holding her breath as she struggled to process everything she was feeling. Fear, arousal, hate, need…
She came up and took in a slow breath as she turned back around and looked up at Harrow. “What are you going to do to me? Why am I here?”
He laughed and helped pull her to her feet. “I am going to show you what it means to be loved and worshiped. There is a whole village out there waiting for you. Just you. They will gaze on you with admiration and devotion. You will be a goddess to them. Then you will give them what they are waiting for.” He helped her out of the tub and took her to the shower so she could rinse off.
“What are they waiting for?” She stepped under the falling water and let out a sigh as she felt everything start to wash away.
“A show of trust and love.” He waited for her to turn off the water then handed her a large soft towel.
She dried off and wrapped the towel around herself, happy to have any bit of modesty. “I don’t know what that means.” She glanced at him as he took her to the vanity.
“You will.” He watched as she brushed her teeth then brushed her hair. She normally had a routine to keep her hair from frizzing and she was surprised to find he had familiar items out for her. Her favorite type of hair brush, defrizzing spray, and conditioner.
When finished, he offered her a tray of makeup.
“I don’t usually.” She blushed.
“Natural beauty?” He smiled and stroked a hand down her back. “How refreshing. Your skin practically glows when you reach orgasm. Did you know that? The blush spreads from your cheeks and across your face. Your toes curl too. I loved watching how your body responded to such pleasure.”
She shivered and looked away. “It wasn’t for you.”
“Oh, I know.” He stroked the back of her neck gently. “It was for you.”
Harrow picked up a jar of body lotion and handed it to her. “I insist.”
She stared down at the jar and slowly started to work the lotion into her hands and up her arms. She bent over and massaged it into her legs slowly.
Harrow gave her towel a tug and pulled it away. “Make sure to get it all. You wouldn’t want to get dry skin, would you?”
She slowly worked the lotion over her stomach then up over her breasts. She shivered as she massaged her nipples slowly. Licking her lips she had to force herself to move on before she was lost in how good it felt.
He stared at her expectantly and she hesitantly spread her legs and worked the lotion into her folds and across her clit. She breathed heavily as she felt how soft and velvety her clit was between her fingers.
Harrow took back the jar, making her blink in awareness as she stopped and closed her legs again.
He moved to open a drawer in the vanity and took out a box. He opened it and she gazed down at golden jewelry.
She sat still as he slipped golden bracelets over her wrists, letting them clink together musically. He knelt down and slipped several over her ankles too, making sure she would announce herself when she walked, much like he did with the crunch of glass in his shoes.
He slipped a large thick necklace over her head and secured it in place. It was a multi-strand chain that lay across her ample breast beautifully.
He pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail and tied it back with a golden ribbon. “Beautiful. I think you are ready.”
He gripped her arm gently and guided her to the door. Back out in the hall she again noticed the lack of people. She could fight him. She could even kill him now and no one would know.
He looked at her as if sensing her thoughts. “I could cuff you and lead you out on a chain… But you aren’t an animal. If you put up any resistance I will have to punish you. You can either greet them as a goddess or as a cow. The choice is yours.”
She glared and followed him as he guided her to the front door. Just as he reached for it she stopped, her nerves getting the best of her. “Please… Don’t do this. You don’t have to do this. Just lock me up somewhere. Anything…”
He cupped her cheek gently. “Layla… You were made for this. Let the people enjoy what Ammit has given you.”
He reached down and stroked over the scales on her abdomen. “Let us balance the world.”
His finger dipped down and slid over her clit lightly before pulling away.
She gasped, her lips parting softly. “Ah…”
“Good… Show them love.” He opened the door and waved to the people there. “Praise Ammit!”
They all sank to their knees, murmuring praises.
Layla followed Harrow out, doing her best to keep her head held high as she was guided through the streets.
She could feel them looking up at her as she passed them by. Her breasts swayed before her, her balance off as she felt the heavy jiggle with each step. Even walking and feeling her thighs squeeze together was stimulating to her as her clit came to full attention, jutting out from her folds. Her nipples twitched and she felt the painful strain building from too much milk.
He guided her to the center of town where a strange device waited.
It appeared to be half a stockade. The power half had a cushion on it and there were two bars on either side branching up with a handle.
He pulled her up onto a small platform. “I am pleased to bring to you a gift from Ammit herself. The Divine Blessing. Those that are worthy may taste her milk. If your scales are balanced, you will feel her life giving love. Those that are truly blessed may even drink from her personally.”
He smiled and guided her to the stockade. She leaned over the part with the cushion. Her face blushed deeply as her breasts hung down over the other side freely. Shifting, she felt them sway under her as she reached up and gripped the handles.
Looking out at the crowd she trembled, not knowing what to expect.
Harrow reached down and turned on a machine that made a steady whirring sound.
Layla’s eyes widened as he held up two large milking pumps meant for a cow. “Oh god…” She wanted to pull away and run.
He held them up to her nipples and she squealed as they were instantly sucked into the tubes, pulling and squeezing around them steadily. “Ah… Ah! Nn…No… Ahh!” She felt her milk let down and be pulled out of her in a rhythmic pump that alternated sucking on her nipples.
The crowd cheered as her milk flowed freely down the tubes and was sent to be collected in a large container to the side.
“Fantastic. I expect you’ll fill it in no time at all.” Harrow stroked her back gently. “Now for your show, my dear. Give them the love they are here for.”
She was barely listening. The feel of the machine pulling and squeezing her large nipples was bliss, but the release of her milk and feeling it flow out of her so steadily was heaven. She arched her chest and squirmed enjoying the feel of the pull and sway of her heavy chest. She was already forgetting what it had felt like to be so small before.
Harrow gently parted her legs, giving her a wider stance. She could already feel her slick wetness starting to build and drip under her heavily.
She hardly noticed when something wet nudged between her butt cheeks until it rubbed over her asshole.
She glanced back and found Harrow holding something large.
Fear ran through her as she realized it was a large plug that was slicked up in lubricant. The base of it turned into a large crocodile tail shape that would hang down behind her to her knees.
“Harrow…” She looked up at him desperately.
He met her eyes and leaned in to stroke her backside with his free hand. “You’ll want to relax now.”
He pushed and she screamed. Pressure moved her forward until she felt something give and there was a sharp pop then a steady stretch. More pressure then it stopped and she felt full as her ass clenched around the fat plug. She could feel the way it pushed into her and kept her open. Worse, she could feel the heavy weight of the tail hanging down and moving each time she jerked her hips.
He gave it a pull to make sure it was secure then released it and let it swing down fully.
Tears ran down her face as she adjusted to the stretch easier than she should have. Each swing of the tail under her made the plug shift and nudge over sensitive nerves.
She started to pant, feeling overwhelmed as the milk was continuously pulled from her. She sensation of her own lubricant running down her thighs reminded her just how much she wanted to be filled.
Glancing over at Harrow, she wondered what his next move was. To her surprise he simply stepped back and walked down the platform to the waiting crowd.
She watched him walk through the crowd, greeting people and talking to them in such a friendly manner. Ignoring her.
She whimpered and squirmed her hips, forcing the tail to sway behind her so she could feel that wonderful pull. She twitched her shoulders and moved to feel her breasts dangle under her with the strain of the milkers.
Layla watched him walk up to someone that looked new. He held their hands and judged them, the scales coming to balance perfectly.
She felt a heat in her groin and gasped as she felt the scales on her abdomen move. They balanced and a jolt of pleasure rushed through her. Her lubricant dripped down and spattered under her.
Her eyes followed as Harrow moved to the next person, judging them. She could feel her heart pounding as she watched the scales move and she felt her own move with them. They balanced and she moaned loudly as she was jolted with more pleasure.
Another person stepped up and Harrow judged them. Their scales tilted and she felt how uneven they fell as a searing heat radiated from her abdomen. Harrow shook his head in sorrow and looked up at her. “Not worthy.” He pushed a button on a remote just before he gripped their hands and the life was sucked from them.
Layla felt the plug in her shift and expand out just before there was a buzz and a pulse of electricity raced through her. She cried out and bucked her hips as the person dropped dead and was carried away.
Trembling, she licked her lips. “More.” She whispered. “Judge more…” She desperately wanted that jolt of pleasure again. He continued to move through the group, judging. Each success brought her closer and each failure sent her body jerking as Harrow sent shocks through her.
It wasn’t long before she was moaning loudly, begging for more. Begging for the worthy ones. For those to be blessed by Ammit as she swayed her hips and let her breasts jiggle under her.
As he judged the last one, another balanced scale, she reached orgasm hard and squirted, fluid rushing down her thighs heavily. Nearly losing her balance, Layla gripped the handles tightly as she fought her wobbly knees.
She looked up with hazy eyes as Harrow approached her. “I am pleased by how many truly good people we have with us today! Ammit will now let us enjoy her blessings!” He took a cup to the collection container and opened a valve, letting the cup fill with milk.
He held it up and took a sip. “Come!” He smiled. “Enjoy the rewards of our gift!”
She shivered as people lined up to fill their cup. She could still feel the milk pump from her as the milk was drained from the container. Watching everyone drink, she shivered knowing that it was from her.
She wondered if there was indeed something divine in her milk. Did Ammit add in something special? Would it make them stronger? Was the taste better?
Once everyone had taken a cup, Harrow stood before Layla. “We thank you for helping in our judgment today. It’s your turn to be worshiped.”
He held up a third milking suction device and smiled.
She looked at it in confusion. “What are you going to do?”
“Trust me.” He knelt under her. “Show us your beauty.”
She felt a cold suck at her clit then a pull as the pump latched onto her clit fully. Her eyes widened as it hung under her a moment, swaying between her thighs. It then squeezed and pumped hard, pulling her clit in fully and stretching it to fill the chamber slowly.
She screamed as her body was instantly forced into an orgasm.
Harrow clamped some soft cuffs around her wrists to hold them in place. “You still have a container to fill.” He stroked her hair back and smiled. “Fill it with your pleasure. Fill it with Ammit’s love.”
The pumps alternated one nipple, another nipple, both nipples, then her clit.
She thrashed and groaned as everything swayed and pulled. Her clit was pulled again and she arched, thrusting her hips forward and causing the pump to jerk and pull harder.
It wasn’t long before she was panting, tongue sliding out over her lower lips as she groaned and whined. Orgasms rippled through her one after another as she leaned into the cushion under her heavily. Her mind was going blank as she stared at Harrow. Drinking her milk. She could feel her tail swaying behind her. The scales balancing and judging on her midsection. The pull of her nipples and clit.
“I can’t…” She moaned. “No more..No more…NNH” She came again, her body spasming out of her control.
“You can.” Harrow whispered in her ear as he stroked her back. “Your followers expect it. Look how they adore you.”
She gazed out at the crowd, panting and gasping as another orgasm ripped through her. Her body went slack, being supported by the restraints fully now. They watched her in wonder. Sipping her milk as she was pleasured. There would be more than enough milk. It still gushed from her. She could feed them for days.
Her mind gave and she started to black out.
A painful jolt from the tail brought her back and she screamed in frustration as even the bliss of unconsciousness was kept from her.
Her hips rolled and she started to beg. “Stop! Stop! Please! Ahhh… Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
At last Harrow turned off the machine and lifted her chin, forcing her to focus on him. “So beautiful. Ammit be praised. We will surely be blessed today.”
She smiled deliriously and swayed her hips weakly. “Yes… So blessed…”
She gasped as he gently released the suction pumps from her nipples then her clit.
They were swollen and dark, her nipples still gently dripping milk. Her clit was puffed up and dark red, stretched and hyper sensitive. Each movement made her whimper as he unhooked her from the stand. Lastly he gently slipped the plug from her ass and set it aside.
Scooping her up in his arms, she was thankful not to have to walk. He carried her back down the streets. She felt hands move over her body as he walked, touching her arms, legs, and chest as they reached out to feel any part of her divineness.
Layla smiled and tried to look at the people as she passed them. “Blessed… Mnh… Blessed…” She spread her thighs and slid her own hands across her body, savoring the afterglow.
Once back in the building, Harrow took her back to her room and laid her back on the bed. “You did wonderfully, Layla. Rest. Tomorrow we do it again.”
She felt a distant fear in the back of her mind at those words but was too tired to care as she passed out.
The next day was the same. She woke to find a hearty meal waiting for her. Once finished, she was taken by Harrow to the bath where he spent hours preparing her. Cleaning her, massaging her, stretching her, and making sure her body was properly tended to.
She was again taken to the platform in the town center. This time she had more resistance as she fought with the memory of bliss and pain. She was locked in place and again the pumps were hooked to her already tender nipples.
The tail plug was inserted and this time he attached the clit pump right away.
Her screams filled the town as people were judged. Each successful judge brought moans and each failure brought shrieks.
Those that were virtuous enjoyed her milk and watched as her body writhed and was forced into a seemingly endless cycle of climaxing.
The days repeated. Each day was the same. She felt her body start to respond as Harrow walked into her room. She spread her legs eagerly in the bath as he cleaned her, feeling her folds and insides.
The endless pumping was making her nipples even more sensitive, stretching them and making them jut out further like real teats. Her clit was always swollen now, stretched and fat. A light touch was enough to make her rock her hips and desperate to cum.
Stepping on the platform her fluids gushed from her in anticipation. She encouraged the crowd to drink and be judged. She presented her ass to be filled and savored the sensation of it moving behind her. Even the failures brought her pleasure as she imagined Ammit devouring their impure souls.
After each session she encouraged them to touch her, feeling their hands seeking her blessing. So this was what it was to be loved…to be worshiped.
Chapter 3: Her Love
Summary:
Harrow shows Layla what it means to be loved by her followers and she discovers her purpose in his plans. Will she accept her new life in his cult or will she be able to resist?
(We're starting to get a little psychological here people. So big TW for cult stuff and cultish brainwashing behavior)
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Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
He never forced her.
It would have been easier if he had. She could have put up a fight. Could have pretended that it was all against her will.
Yet every morning he treated her with utter kindness. Whispered sweet encouragement into her ear at every turn. Praised her and drank her in with his eyes.
When he did touch her, it was soothing and like a man touching something utterly sacred. His fingers worked lotions into her skin and he cleaned her so lovingly.
The only time he placed a cruel hand on her was when she showed reluctance to face the town’s people.
The second week, she had broken down. She stood before the crowd sobbing. Her breasts hurt with the pressure of too much milk and her clit was painfully swollen from the constant torment of the pump. She had resisted, unwilling to imagine another session of being toyed with.
He had known that this was a pivotal moment for her. She could see it in his eyes as he looked at her.
“You don’t have to do anything, Layla.” He had whispered to her. “They are happy to just bask in your presence.” He had taken her to the stage and let her kneel down.
Leaving her there, he returned to the crowd and greeted his followers. She watched them move towards him, touching his arms and shoulders. They loved him. They would do anything for him. They would die for him if he asked.
They did not judge the scales every day. Today there were no new faces. These were long time followers and they had gathered to catch a glimpse of the divine.
How easily they turned from her to him as he spoke to them and offered his advice and thoughts.
Layla rose to her feet and stepped down from the stage. This was different. There was nothing sexual in this. His love was so tender with them. He laughed and hugged one of his followers, like a family man returning to his people.
She walked to the group and blinked in surprise when they turned to her with wide smiles and greeted her as they did Harrow. They laid their hands on her shoulders and arms, asking for her blessings.
She slowly moved through the group, her ankle bracelets jingling with each step. A sound that announced her presence, much like Harrow’s crunch of glass.
She didn’t know what to do. She was not charming or charismatic like he was. She didn’t have his soft words of wisdom or comradery with them like he did.
Still, they looked to her eagerly, hopeful smiles and bright eyes as they waited for her to greet them.
She recalled the first day in London with the group. How easy it had been to please them. Even before she had earned their respect. What did she have to offer them?
Looking to the first man nearest to her she lifted her breast gently. She repeated the words Harrow had whispered to her. “Drink from me and be blessed…”
The man’s eyes widened and he eagerly moved to take her nipple into his mouth, suckling hungrily. She felt her milk give and splash into his mouth as he drank.
“Yes…” She stroked the back of his head and groaned. It was far more intimate and gentler than the milking device. The pain of the pressure was immediately relieved. She glanced over at a woman and held out a hand. “Come… Drink from me and be blessed.”
Layla gasped out as the woman squeezed her breast and started to drink. “Take your fill…” She stroked her hands through their hair and shivered. “I have plenty for everyone.”
When they had taken all they wanted, they released her nipples and the next couple stepped up, eagerly latching on and suckling.
More and more people around her turned to watch, eagerly awaiting their turn. Some took only a small sip, others stayed at her breast for far longer as they drank hungrily.
It was better than the milker. The milker felt like a display and punishment. This was personal. The way they each moved in close to her and clung to her. How some held her breast with their hands while others only pulled with their mouths. She could feel her soul moving into them to fill them. It was almost overwhelming.
“Be blessed.” She whispered to each person as they took from her. Was this love?
Her eyes searched the crowd and she found Harrow standing there, smiling as he leaned on his cane and watched.
A small thrill rushed through her at his approving look. He was pleased. She wanted to please him. She flushed and a hand slipped down to her groin. She slowly slid a finger over her clit and groaned.
Everyone had taken their fill from her and they still waited around, basking in her presence. They reached for her, touching her any place they could. She didn’t take her eyes off Harrow as she leaned into their touches.
Her fingers stroked over her clit harder, working around the swollen nub and pressing harder with each moment until she was starting to pant. “Ah…”
Her hips rocked and she glanced at the people around her. They stroked her back and grazed their fingers over her arms and chest, some feeling her breasts and nipples. Yet none of them dared to touch her inappropriately. Their hands only sought after her grace and favor.
Harrow had promised no one would ever touch her where it mattered. He was a man of his word.
Her fingers moved and she slid one down past her folds and felt her dripping slickness as it pressed up into her. “Yes…” She groaned and moved her other hand to start massaging a breast, squeezing and stroking roughly.
Her eyes locked with Harrow’s again and she started to slide her fingers in and out faster, rubbing across her clit eagerly. He was always there. Always watching her. Always pushing pleasure onto her. Touching her but never forcing himself on her. Each time she did anything that he approved of she was given a burst of pure pleasure.
She took an unsteady step towards him and whimpered as the gathered people blocked her path. They clung to her, feeling her skin heat up as she stroked her own insides.
Why wouldn’t he touch her? He was clearly pleased with her. Yet he just stood there watching. Unmoving as she arched and started to move her fingers faster.
“Oh god…” She breathed and slid her fingers out, spreading her folds fully as she felt her lubricant drip down her hand heavily. “Look at me…” She groaned and sank to her knees. “Ah… Want me. Do you not want me?”
She arched her hips and kept herself spread wide, letting everyone see her trembling inner muscles, begging to be filled.
She heard the crunching glass before she felt his shadow fall over her. She couldn’t help but smile as she looked up at him and stroked her fingers inside again.
He held out a hand to her and it took a moment for her foggy brain to realize he was asking to help her up. She took his hand and he lifted her back to her feet.
“My dear, you do not belong in the dirty streets like this. This is no place for a Divine being.” He guided her back to the platform and sat her down in the chair he usually occupied.
He moved to kneel down before her and gently brushed the dirt from her knees. “There… Good as new.” He smiled. “Now, I believe you were giving your love to the people?”
He stood up and moved to the side.
She blinked then glanced at the crowd that had re-gathered before her.
Her legs spread slowly and she arched her hips up, spreading herself again. “Harrow…” She moaned and looked up at him. “Why won’t you touch me? I want to be filled…”
He laughed softly and moved to stand behind her. He rested his hands on her shoulders as if to present her to the people.
“Ammit’s gift to us is glorious indeed!” He spoke to them over her. “See how she sends us her love? See how she allows us to bask in her pleasure?”
Layla shuddered and started to stroke her clit again, trembling as she felt the pleasure rushing through her. “Look at me… Fill me. I want you to fuck me… Please! I need something inside me!” She cried out and worked her fingers over herself desperately.
She reached orgasm quickly and gasped as her fluids rushed out of her. She looked down at her hand, now covered in her own lubricant.
Harrow reached down and lifted her hand. She looked up at him as he slowly licked the juices from her fingers.
She groaned and felt her insides flutter as she watched his tongue work over her fingers in low slow strokes. Slowly she curled her fingers and encouraged him. She could imagine that tongue moving over her. Moving into her.
He smiled at her and lowered her hand. “Wonderful. How wonderful that you would share with me. With us. If only I could collect your love in a cup and pass it around. To drink down your life giving milk and then sip at your love.”
She flushed and looked out at the gathered people. Blushing, she looked down. “Why won’t you fuck me?”
Harrow leaned in and nuzzled her hair softly. His voice was a whisper only for her. “When was the last time your husband fucked you? He’s left you waiting for him for so long, hasn’t he? Abandoning you? Becoming someone else just to avoid you. Have you been empty and waiting for all this time? Laying alone at night as you pleasure yourself and dream of him?”
She blinked in confusion. Her husband? Marc… She had wanted him. Loved him. He had left her. But even before then. She remembered just before he left… How they fought. How she had tried to have sex with him and he had pushed her away, leaving her aching and wanting.
She shivered and looked down to find her hand back at her groin, slowly playing with her clit to chase away the bad feelings and memories. Each burst of pleasure took her further away from the past and further away from reality.
“Good girl.” He stroked her back gently. “Forget those things. Chase away those memories with the love of Ammit.”
“I want you.” She whimpered. “Please… Fuck me.”
“No.” Harrow patted her shoulder gently. “I promised you that nothing would touch you there, didn’t I?” He smiled and for the first time, his smile was cruel. “Your pleasure is to be shared and pleasure like this is all you will know. Soon it will be all you need.”
She looked up at him in fear. “No. Please… I… I need it! I need it!” She looked out at the group and spread her legs desperately, holding her folds open wide as she arched her hips. “Please! I command it! Fuck me!”
The people all knelt down, paying their respects but still ignoring her cries.
“You cannot force their love. It must be earned.” He lifted her and she stumbled to her feet. “Your love is not yet pure. You must choose this life.” He slowly guided her off the platform. “If someone with unbalanced scales offered you their cock I am not convinced you would refuse it. We can’t let you become tarnished.”
“No…” Layla whimpered as he pulled her back through the people who all stayed kneeling as she passed. “Please! Let me…Let me love you! I can…I can give you my love! My blessings! Let me bless you in Ammit’s name!”
Harrow lifted her into his arms as he carried her, kicking and struggling, back to the home.
Once inside, he took her back to her room and placed her gently on the bed.
She looked up at him and gave him a wide smile. “In private, right? No one will know. You can fuck me. I…I can ride you!” She crawled across the bed and hooked her fingers into his pants desperately.
“Do you want to see the true power of Ammit?” He pushed her onto her back again and smiled. “Her love?”
Layla nodded eagerly. He pulled cuffs out of his pocket and she wondered if he always had them with him, prepared to chain her up if she decided to fight back. He moved to cuff her wrists to the bed frame then stood at the foot of the bed.
He set his cane to the side and undid his pants. He slid them down and stood back up, letting her get a good look at him.
Her eyes widened and she stared as his erection bobbed free. It had to have been the biggest dick she had ever seen in person. It promised to stretch her wide and dig deep into her if he wanted.
In the back of her mind she was terrified. Some part of her remembered life before this town and wanted nothing more than to return to it. To find Marc and make up with him. To go back to married life and simpler adventures.
She bent her knees and lifted her hips. The new part of her had an itch that demanded to be scratched. She wanted to feel that giant dick in her. She wanted to let him fuck her into the bed and beyond. She wanted to feel those full balls slap against her as he pounded her.
She groaned in anticipation as he stepped out of his pants and kneeled on the bed between her thighs.
“You truly are beautiful… But I don’t think you appreciate your true purpose here.” He sat back on his heels and started to stroke his dick slowly. “They could worship you like a goddess. You could be the embodiment of Ammit.”
She watched his hand move, trembling in need. “You mean like her Avatar?”
Harrow smiled and slid a hand over the mark of scales on her abdomen. “When we release her from her prison, my hope is that she lets me be her will. To grant me full power to change this world.” He tapped a finger on her clit lightly then sat back and stroked himself again. “But you… You can be her love. Convert the masses and give them something to worship. These scales could judge their souls and release the unworthy. Devour their souls like the great Ammit herself.”
Layla squirmed and gasped. “Judge them…” The back of her mind rebelled. “You mean murder…” She whimpered and her thighs shifted, unsure if she wanted them open or closed.
“If their scales are unbalanced, it is a simple act of kindness to remove them from this world.” He leaned over her and she could feel his heavy dick lay across her stomach fully. “Why let them make others suffer? Why let them suffer? Especially when there is so much pleasure to have in this world?”
“Pleasure…” She let her thighs fall open and arched, trying to encourage him. “You…You want me to bring pleasure?”
He smiled and sat back up, stroking his dick slowly. “Did you not feel it? Every time someone’s scales were found to be balanced? You are pleasure. My people can look at you and see the pleasure that can be had in this world. It’s what Ammit gave to you. Once the world is free of evil people, there is only happiness and pleasure. When they watch you writhing and moaning, they are feeling your joy. It seeps into them and they can imagine how good you feel. How good they could feel. You will give them pleasure through your gift.”
“I want them to feel good…” She licked her lips. “Do you want them to share me? Are you going to have them fuck me?”
“No.” He reached up and tapped a finger on her clit again then smiled as she gasped out. “We aren’t that kind of group. They are happy enough to love you. To know that their love gets you off. Eventually you will be able to reach orgasmic bliss from just knowing that they love you. When you realize your purpose here, you will be able to fill them with love each time you orgasm.” His hand lovingly caressed the mark of the scales on her abdomen.
He closed his eyes and let out a deep moan as he stroked himself harder. It was enough to make her buck her hips as she watched him. “Please…please please please…”
He looked down at her and laughed. “This isn’t yours. You are going to sit there and feel my love. Appreciate what has been given to you. Show me how much you want this life.” He leaned in again and let his dick slide over her sex then up to rest on her clit heavily. “Orgasm without stimulation and then we’ll talk about what you have earned.”
He sat back again and continued to stroke.
She stared up at him. “Nnh… Wait. Please. I can’t!” She struggled against her restraints and thrashed. “Touch me! Just touch me!”
He watched her squirm as he stroked. She could see his pre-cum dripping down his dick heavily, running over his knuckles.
“I’ll suck you. Please… Let me suck you!” She held open her mouth, tongue hanging out needily.
“Nnh… And what wonderful lips you have to wrap around a dick… But that is not part of the deal.” He smiled and his hips jerked slightly. “What a sight to pleasure myself to. It has been a test to hold myself back since we found you. Since we took you into our loving arms…”
She gasped and tried to move back against the bed in an effort to seek stimulation. He shifted and positioned himself to sit right between her thighs, spreading her legs open wide and lifting her hips up to rest against him, effectively preventing her from rubbing on anything.
A frustrated cry escaped her as she watched him stroke his fat dick so agonizingly close to her wide open hole.
“I have passed my test, Layla.” He smirked. “Can you pass yours?” He shifted his hips slightly and let the tip of his dick slide over her open hole, letting her feel the start of a delicious stretching before he pulled back and continued to stroke.
She thrashed angrily. “Stop teasing me and just fuck me already!” She could feel her lubricant running down her heavily, soaking her as she jerked her hips. Even her milk was starting to drip from her nipples as she felt her frustration grow.
“Be still!” He let out a booming command and she froze, looking up at him in surprise. “Quiet yourself.” He continued in his soft voice. “Feel it without feeling it.”
He angled his dick down so it was pointing at her opening and stroked himself from base to tip. His hips rocked and he moved so each thrust moved his dick just a breath away from her.
She watched him, slowly rocking her hips to match his pace. She felt her body tingle and heat up as her arousal grew. She was getting closer. She could almost feel him against her if she pictured it hard enough.
He grunted and his hips bucked. His cum splattered across her stomach and chest heavily, coming out in thick ropes. Layla gasped as it splattered over her in such a large amount.
He sat up and she groaned as he smiled down at her. “Pity. You looked like you were getting close.”
Her eyes widened as he got up.
“I’m going to keep you tied up for now. I don’t want you to get any ideas about pushing yourself over the edge. If you need anything urgently… Well, you can yell. Otherwise I’ll be back in a few hours. My duties have been ignored long enough.”
“Wait!” She squirmed in the bed, arching her hips. “Don’t you want to go again? You…You’re still half hard! I bet you could go again. I bet you could go three times without trying!”
He laughed. “My dear… I could go five.” He patted her on the hip. “But I have control. I know my place.” He tapped her on the clit again with a single finger then left.
She lay there, trembling and trying to figure out what to do. What was expected of her. What had she done wrong? Had she done something wrong to be punished like this? Surely she had… She needed to be better. She needed to make him happy. To make her people happy. That was her job, right?
She pictured their happy faces. Their smiles as they gazed at her with love. Yet her thoughts kept returning to the feel of Harrow’s dick pressing against her. The feeling of her own pleasure. Of her own needs.
Perhaps she was not such a gift of Ammit after all. She was too selfish. All she could think of was how good it would feel to have someone else pleasuring her.
Tears ran down her face as she desperately tried to figure out what the right answer was.
After an hour of self pity and misery, she stared down at her body, still covered in his cum. At her large tits and nipples that Ammit had given to her. Lifting her head she could see her enlarged clit. A gift and punishment for not being thankful enough at first.
Her mind went back to Harrow’s repeated taps at her clit. If he wouldn’t fuck her, then she would have to get off on her own. Harrow had gotten off touching himself. Stroking over her… Showing off his control of the situation, of her, of himself.
She flushed. “I know what I need to do.”
When Harrow returned, she smiled at him lovingly, hoping that she looked confident. “I can do it. I know I can do it. Let me give them my love.”
He looked at her for a moment. “You look lovely like this.” He moved to uncuff her. “We are going to try a different setting. I’ve organized a special meeting with you and some of our followers that have expressed a special desire to feel your love personally. If you can give them what they need, I will give you a reward.”
He gently wiped his cum from her body with a towel then took her wrist and guided her through the building. This time he took her to a large side room she had never been in before.
In the center of the room was a chair with stirrups for her legs. She nervously took a seat and looked at Harrow with a nervous smile as the chair reclined back slightly. He strapped her ankles to the stirrups and spread her legs wide. Her arms were lifted over her head and tied to the back of the chair.
He ran his hands down her slowly and soothingly. “You will enjoy this, Layla. Just relax.”
She lifted her hips and watched as he stroked her thighs. “Yes… Anything.” She squirmed a little and felt her heart start to pound.
He pulled up two straps over the tops of her thighs and she flushed as he attached clamps to her folds. Tightening the straps she whimpered as they held her open, fully exposing her entrance and letting her fluids drip down heavily.
Harrow held up a small golden ring and slicked it up in her juices. He slipped it over her clit slowly, making her moan as she felt it slide down to the base of her clit. It left her fully exposed and drew attention to her swollen part.
He held up a tube of cream and let her read the lable. Stimulating cream. It was designed to arouse and sensitize.
“Wait… I don’t need that. Harrow… What are you planning?” She nervously started to squirm in the chair.
He spread the cream over his fingers and first stroked them over her nipples then moved down to her groin. He slowly rubbed the cream over her inner labia then heavily across her clit, making her whimper and moan. His fingers slid into her, making her hips buck up as she tried to fuck herself on them.
He laughed and moved to hold his slick fingers up. “So desperate for attention.” He moved his fingers to her mouth and she licked the fluids off eagerly as he stroked her lips.
Lastly he moved down and stroked the cream over her anus, working the ring gently before sliding a finger inside her and spreading the cream generaously.
He stepped back and smiled. “Wait here. I think you are ready.”
Harrow left the room and she slumped back in the chair fully. She could feel a vague tinging sensation in her lips first. They felt cool and hot at the same time. She licked them and her tongue also started to tingle.
The tingling spread to her nipples and vagina then to her ass. She squirmed a little then the tingling turned to burning. “Nhh…” She whimpered as she felt her lips start to swell a little. Her nipples were rock hard and throbbing. Her clit felt like it was on fire and her insides were throbbing. She felt a shiver run through her and her ass started to tingle and burn.
“Oh god…” She arched her hips and her spread labia pulled on the clamps sending a hint of pain through her. She gasped and squirmed harder. If only she could feel something… anything… She suddenly knew that any stimulation would stop the fire. If someone would touch her or better yet, fuck her…
The door opened and several men came into the room followed by Harrow.
Harrow stood to the side as the men gathered around Layla.
She looked up at them, panting and desperate. None of them were wearing pants and their dicks were fully erect. “Yes… Fuck me. Fill me!”
They started to stroke themselves, groaning and panting as they stood over her. She could see the pleasure and lust in their eyes as they worked themselves over.
Layla looked over at Harrow who only smiled and watched. The first splatter of cum arched across her thighs and she realized that this was all they had come to do.
“No… Touch me! Touch me!” She arched and moved her hips. “You can fuck me anywhere… Please!”
Another splatter of cum landed on her stomach and she felt the hot fluid pool over her. A twinge of pleasure shot through her and watched the dicks bob and twitch around her.
They were enjoying her. They loved her body. All they needed was to be near her.
She licked her lips and breathed heavily, squirming her body and slowly rocking her hips as she looked to their faces. Their faces were flushed and filled with passion as they watched her.
“Ah…” She shivered as a splash of cum hit her chest, dripping down her breasts thickly. Another rope of thick cum landed on her nipples and she whimpered as a wave of pleasure rushed through her.
“More…” She looked down at her body as it was quickly being covered in their desire. Another string of cum across her thighs. Another over her tits.
Something inside her started to build. She licked her lips and held out her tongue. A splash of cum hit her upper chest and she shifted enough to catch part of it on her tongue.
Layla groaned and arched her hips up. Her clit was burning and her insides pulsing in need. Each beat of her heart sent a new heat through her as the cream only intensified.
A new heat started to build as more cum covered her. She could almost feel the scales on her abdomen start to shift. Her mind clouded and she was aware that she was whispering strange words that she had heard Harrow call out before as he summoned the powers of Ammit.
The men around her started to moan as her pleasure built. There was a flash of purple light and Layla at last reached orgasm, her body thrashing as it washed over her powerfully.
The scales on her abdomen were glowing dark purple as she thrust her hips. The light spread around the room, filling the men as they stroked themselves and felt her pleasure. They came again, staying hard as they sprayed across her.
Layla groaned and writhed in the chair, every part of her body felt alight in pleasure. Each wave of bliss that washed over her pulsed out to the men and caused them to shoot their cum across her.
Looking over, she watched as Harrow licked his lips. She could see the bulge in his pants, straining against the thin fabric there. His hand slowly slipped down and rubbed it slowly as he watched her.
She wanted him. She wanted him with everything she had. Trembling, she whispered the words of Ammit again as she road another orgasm. The men cried out and were gifted another wave of pleasure as they came over her till she was dripping in their seed.
“Enough.” Harrow smirked and stepped forward. “Your followers thank you for your divine gifts.” He laughed softly. “You should go before she over does it. One can only experience so much godly love.”
The men murmurered their gratitude and quickly fled the room, groaning and panting in exhaustion.
Harrow looked down at Layla and stroked a hand over her stomach, collecting their semen. He moved his hand up to her and let her lick it up, drinking down the cum eagerly.
She groaned as the felt the hot fluid touch her lips. “Ah… Yes…” She trembled and sucked his fingers, sliding her tongue down them slowly.
Her eyes met Harrow’s and she felt another wave of pleasure building. “Can you feel it too?” She smiled. “Can you feel my love?”
Her scales burned and she started to whisper the words again. Harrow covered her mouth with a hand and laughed. “Save it for your followers. Watching you is all that I need.”
He slid his hand down her and slowly stroked a finger over the tip of her clit, sending flashes of pleasure through her over stimulated body.
“I must leave for Egypt soon. I found the scarab and Ammit awaits.” He circled the ring around her clit and she whimpered. “I am sure your husband will follow me there. He will try to stop me from releasing Ammit. Stop you from feeling her bless you directly.”
Layla’s eyes focused in on Harrow. “Marc…” She shivered. Marc was going to fight Harrow. Harrow was going to Egypt with the scarab. Emotions filled her.
“Yes… Marc Spector.” Harrow laughed. “He will try and he will fail. If he gets in my way, I will kill him.” He tapped a finger against her clit fully as he spoke.
She groaned and whimpered. “No… Don’t… Don’t kill him. Please…” She gasped and arched her hips.
“I will kill him.” He smiled and stroked over her clit again. “I could leave you here. Let you continue to be worshiped and pleasured or I can bring you with me. If you come with me, perhaps you could betray me and help your husband. Would you like that? Or would you prefer to stay here and experience the love of Ammit?”
He pinched her clit and stroked it roughly.
“Ah…Ah!” She gasped out and bucked her hips. “NNh… No… Please…” She was so close to another orgasm. Just a little more… “Marc… Marc…” She groaned and shook her head.
Harrow pulled back and she let out a cry. “You must choose.” He slid his pants down and let his erection slide out. It was already dripping in precum, the veins down the sides bulging and throbbing.
She gasped and stared at him.
“Me and this life of love or going back to the broken life with Marc?” He gave his dick a few strokes then pushed the head against her spread open entrance, letting the tip sit against her.
Her mind fogged over and she breathed hard, trembling as she struggled to hold still. “I can’t…”
He pushed forward just enough to let the fat head start to spread her, rubbing against her burning insides. His fingers found her clit again and stroked over it lightly. “I will ask you once more then I will not ask again. Do you follow Ammit or do you follow a life of sin?”
Her hips twitched and she let out a sob as she shook her head and struggled against the conflict inside. “Please….Please don’t make me do this…”
He smirked and stroked his dick slowly. She could feel his precum dripping down her folds now, joining her own fluids. “I am not making you do anything, Layla.” He pushed forward just a little further, letting her start to really feel the stretch.
She struggled against her restraints, letting out a frustrated scream. She lay back, sobbing as she looked up at him.
He reached up and released her restraints on her hands then down to release her ankles. “Choose. Return to your room or continue to feel Ammit’s love.”
Layla closed her eyes as her legs wrapped around Harrow’s waist and her hips bucked up hard. She felt his dick slide into her in one fluid motion and everything blurred.
She could feel his huge cock stretching her and digging deeply into her, pushing into places she had never reached before. Her hips squirmed and she felt his dick slide back out, dragging against her sensitive insides before pushing back in again to touch new places.
He changed angles and she felt him push hard. Her lower abdomen stretched upward under the scales, sending a jolt through her system as she clamped down around him tightly.
Fingers stroked her clit till she relaxed again and he slid back out, dragging her soul with him before he pushed back inside.
She was pushed over the edge quickly, screaming as she gripped his shoulders and dug her fingers in. Still he pulled and pushed into her, taking his time to make sure she felt each and every part of him.
There was a flash of purple that filled the room and Harrow laughed as her body spasmed. “Yes… Make them feel your pleasure. Let the whole village know that you have chosen Ammit. Let them feel each time you reach bliss.”
She cried out and bucked on him again, whimpering as he kept the slow pace. He stroked his hands up over her body, smearing the cum of the other men into her skin as she writhed under him.
After what felt like ages, he burried his dick deep into her and she felt it twitch as it shot out his cum, filling her and sliding out around his dick. She peaked again, the scales on her abdomen glowing dark purple. She imagined the whole town feeling her shameful pleasure as she was fucked and she squirmed, whimpering as he started to move in her again.
She looked up at him with wide eyes as he continued the steady pace of dragging out of her to the tip then sliding back in fully.
He gave her a toothy smile and hitched his hips, pushing in harder. “I am going to fill you with everything I have. I have been saving this for you since I first saw you.” He laughed softly. “Layla… So beautiful…” He kissed her roughly and she eagerly returned it, feeling her lips tingle against his.
It felt like ages as he moved in her slick insides until he came again, his cum overflowing around them and running down her thighs. He only paused a moment as she squeezed down around him tightly, then he started up the pace again.
She started to thrash as he pushed her past her breaking point. His fingers stroked her nipples then slid down and started to work over her clit again. Each time his finger slid over her clit he pushed deep into her then pulled out as his finger traced around the ring that still held her firmly exposed and vulnerable.
Layla squeezed her thighs around him, trying to close herself off but unable to escape. Her cries turned to breathless gasps as he pushed her over the edge again and kept toying with her.
She felt him spurt inside her again and she prayed for him to be satisfied. Her body spasmed as he started to move again. She gripped his shoulders and tried to hold him in place. To still him and give her a moment to let her body rest. To stop the nerves from firing constantly each time they were touched.
He grunted and shoved her back. Leaning up over her so he could look down at her fully he smiled as he continued to stroke her clit and thrust into her. “Do you have any idea how much I have to hold back with everyone else? How much I have to keep this gift alone?” He bucked into her hard, letting her feel him bottom out before he pulled back out and slid in again. “Not this time. This time I will make sure you feel my love fully.”
She thrashed and whimpered as he squeezed her clit then started to stroke it softly again, matching his pace as he moved in her.
Everything felt like it was too much. Every nerve in her body was alight with sensation as he moved and manipulated her body. She was distantly aware as he pumped his cum into her again then continued to move.
She felt like it would go on forever. This was her new existance. Feeling him move in and out of her so steadly. Feeling him stroke her swollen clit like it was an extension of himself. That was all she was now. An extension of him.
Any time she thought she might black out or loose sight of herself, he would squeeze her clit and jolt her back into the present.
Her body cycled up and down from pleasure to painful pleasure as she squeezed around him tightly.
At last she felt him cum again and still. She felt his dick slowly soften and slide out.
Pulling back, he watched as his cum gushed out of her still stretched open hole.
He smiled and stepped away, leaving her limp and helpless in the chair. Looking over, she watched as he cleaned himself up.
She slowly slid a hand down to her groin and felt the pool of cum between her legs. She slipped the clamps off her folds then slid the ring off her clit with a shiver and wince.
Harrow looked her over. “I leave tomorrow for Egypt. You will take yourself to the town twice a day. Once to let them bask and enjoy your milk. You will compose yourself and return here to clean up. Later you will return to the town and let them feel your love. You will then return here and do as you wish. When I return, you will be filled with Ammit and you will learn to spread your love to the world.”
She looked up at him, delerious and exhausted. “I can’t wait…” She smiled. “I want to spread my love…” She collapsed back. “And then you can fuck me every day…”
“I will fill you with the grace of Ammit until you burst.” Harrow laughed and slid a hand over her thigh, moving to collect his cum. He held it up for her and she slowly licked it from his hand, savoring the taste.
He pulled her to her feet and guided her back across the house to the bathroom where he cleaned her up.
He helped her to her room and she lay back on the bed.
What had she done? She stared up at the ceiling after he left. She had let him fuck. Begged for it, even. She had renounced her love and past life just for what? A bit of pleasure?
She reached down and slowly stroked her fingers over her clit, savoring the jolts of pleasure and endorphins that rushed through her system. “I’m sorry…” She whimpered and rolled over. “So sorry, Marc…” She rocked her hips against her hand till she fell asleep, dreaming of riding Harrow’s dick as he set the world on fire.
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A/N: Those that are still reading, what do you want to see next? Want one more? Happy with what we have here? Do you want a bad end with her on Harrow's big dick or you want Marc to save her and fuck her back into herself? Let's see a vote!
Chapter 4: Her depths and his
Summary:
Layla has an opportunity to find freedom. Will she take it? What exactly are Harrow's plans with her? Is she ready to find out? Just how deep has Harrow taken her?
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Notes:
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Chapter Text
She overheard the murmurs late at night.
Sitting alone in her room, she was growing used to her only personal contact being with Harrow. He made sure that he was the only real person that she ever spoke with. Her other interactions were always a blur of emotion and sensation as she carried out her duties to his people.
Soon to be her people. It was getting hard for her to know what her own thoughts were compared to the thoughts that Harrow gave to her.
I am hungry . This was a thought she knew was hers. Something she could own. Yet even this she could not do anything about. She ate when Harrow brought her food. Even this thought was taken from her as he gave her simple meals and often watched her eat them.
I want … This thought drifted around her and lost all meaning. She could not want anything. Harrow gave her everything and there was nothing to want. He controlled what she had and what she wanted.
I am Layla . It was her last shred of person. Even her body was not her own. After Harrow had finally claimed her and filled her, the body became an object to her. Something else he owned and controlled. She only filled it and let it do what he wished of it.
Even this was being threatened. He had sensed that time was lacking and in times when she was most vulnerable, he stressed the fact to her that she was just a vessel. She was a gift and only that.
When she heard the loud talking outside of her window, she initially rolled over and attempted to ignore it.
“...Ammit will be with us soon.” A voice cheered. Excitement was too much for the voice to contain.
Layla slid out of bed and crept to the window. If they saw her, they would grow quiet and leave. No one was allowed to speak to her or even gaze on her without Harrow’s permission.
He had started to allow those that were deemed ‘worthy good souls’ special permissions to get closer to her. They would pleasure themselves over her while Harrow watched from the back of the room. His gaze alone was often what sent her over the edge, bringing them her unique gifts of filling them with love.
The idea of interacting with someone now without Harrow there scared her and thrilled her. She cracked open the window and stood just out of view, listening as they spoke.
“He has been putting together a group to go to Egypt with him. When Ammit is free, he will bring her to us!” The voice again rose in excitement.
Another voice hushed him then murmured something she couldn’t quite hear.
“He promised that our Divine Gift will be filled with the power of Ammit. She will devour the evil souls and spread love to those who are worthy.” The first voice sounded smug. “I’ve felt her love myself recently. I can only imagine what it will feel like once she is truly inhabited by Ammit.”
Layla pushed the window open and leaned out. “What do you mean? Inhabited?” She called out.
Two men looked up at her with wide eyes. “Praise to Ammit!” They responded and knelt down.
“Please, what did you mean?” She wanted to climb out of the window and demand that they explain themselves. In the back of her mind she knew that not that long ago she would have done just that. It would have been easy to slide out on the ledge and climb down the drain pipe to them. Now, the idea of leaving her room without preparation first made her hesitate.
The men jumped up and ran off, averting their gaze from her.
She sighed in agitation and moved to pace the room. Harrow had long claimed himself to be Ammit’s Avatar. He carried her powers in his cane and judged people. He was Ammit’s scale. One of her tools.
He had mentioned to her once about how he looked forward to seeing her feed on the souls of the wicked.
She trembled and looked down at her body, her fingers going to trace the dark mark of the scales on her abdomen.
She went to the bedroom door, her hand pausing on the handle. Slowly she opened it. The hallway was dark and empty. She had never left her room without Harrow’s permission. It struck her as odd that the door was unlocked. Had it ever been locked? Had she tried to leave on her own before?
She shook her head, trying to rid the voice that whispered for her to stay and be good.
Once out in the hall, she felt a part of her break free. I am Layla. She quietly turned, her bare feet silent on the stone steps as she moved to the front door. Her heart pounded as she pulled it open and slipped out into the open night. Run run run run .
She rushed down the steps. She was so used to stepping out into the crowd that it felt wrong to not immediately be met by someone crying out for her blessings. It felt wrong not to hear Harrow’s crunching glass behind her.
She ran blindly. Moving down the familiar path until she got to the town center. Her chair was still set up, waiting for her. Waiting for her to provide her milk to the collection vats and her love to the waiting crowd while Harrow judged them.
Layla hesitated, her hands going to her chest and feeling the weight of her breast. She had been milked heavily earlier. She estimated that she had until tomorrow early afternoon before the pressure would become painful again and demand another milking.
She glanced around at the dark town. What was she doing? Where would she go? She was in the middle of a village in the mountains and she was naked. Was she expecting to run down the mountain and not die of exposure to the elements? Even if she could steal a car, what then? Where would she go when she didn’t know how far Harrow’s reach went?
Tears rolled down her face as she tried to decide what to do.
“The fear of the unknown is often what drives the sinner to take their first steps to be wicked.” Harrow’s voice whispered across the courtyard and she turned to find him standing there.
She took a step back and looked at him fearfully. Would he be angry that she had left?
Harrow walked slowly to the platform and stepped up. “I loved the night as a child. The quiet and calm it brought. Away from prying eyes and pain.” He circled the platform once then raised his arms as if addressing an invisible crowd. “But then my eyes were opened. The night didn’t bring peace. It hid the wicked. The evil acts only turned to the privacy of their homes behind closed doors and windows. The cowardice of the truely wicked.”
She looked up at him, his audience of one. He moved to look down at her, his face tormented in a private pain.
“And then there was Khonshu. I fell into him believing that I alone could seek out these sinners. That I could cleanse the night and bring back the peace. I was gifted with looking into their darkened windows and knowing what they had done. Seeing their evil clear as day. It never ended. His push to punish and punish and punish.” He sighed and closed his eyes, lost in a memory.
A memory stirred for Layla as she recalled her husband sitting alone in the living room, face in his hands as he settled down after a long night with Khonshu’s demands.
Harrow shook his head. “Why wait to punish a deed? Why not stop it from ever happening? Don’t wait for them to hide in the dark. Weed the garden before the flowers are strangled.”
He moved to sit in the chair on the platform. “I don’t hide in the dark, Layla. I am here in the open.”
She stared up at him, her feelings swirling in her head. “Am I going to be sacrificed to Ammit? Is she going to take my body as her own?”
“Would that not just be exchanging one prison for another?” Harrow leaned forward on his cane. “A god would never be satisfied in the flesh of a human. No human could ever hope to fully contain a god without both beings suffering.”
“A tool then? You wish to turn me into nothing but a tool to be used.” She eyed his cane, her hand moving to stroke over the scales on her flesh slowly.
Harrow gave her a curious look. “Is that not what an Avatar is? A tool to be used by a god? I am willing to be used in any way she deems fit for me. I would be so lucky to continue to be useful to her. How would you like to serve Ammit?”
Layla crossed her arms and glared. “I never asked for this.”
He nodded. “No. You didn’t. Yet you took to it so well. Look at you. Can you imagine returning to whatever life you had before? No one to gaze at you the way the people here do. No one to follow you. Knowing that you are surrounded by evil and wicked people.”
“Evil according to you.” She huffed.
“I don’t hide in the dark.” He looked at her a moment then leaned back in the chair. “You can go if you wish. Nothing is forcing you to stay.”
“Right now? Just walk out like this?” She laughed. “I’d die out there. Some choice.”
He smiled. “Tomorrow I can have someone drive you into town. Make sure you get a plane to anywhere in the world you want. It really doesn’t matter. Soon Ammit will be found and free. Her reach will span the globe and you will watch the world be cleansed of those filled with evil. You will see things as they are then.”
“Someone will stop you.” She looked down. “Marc will stop you.”
“Marc is not fit to stop anyone. He is lost in his own pain. He doesn’t care about you. He can’t even decide who he wants to be.” He grinned as if he knew some private joke. “When he came to this town not that long ago, he brought chaos with him. Carnage. Right here where you are standing. He killed the good people here just so he could take something that wasn’t his.”
She couldn’t help but glance down as if she might see herself standing in a puddle of blood.
“You’re wrong about him.” She stubbornly spoke up.
“Am I? You don’t sound so sure.” Harrow looked at her for a moment. “When he left you, did you fantasize about him returning to you? How he would walk back into your home with some excuse about a long mission and mistakes? How he would take you back into his arms and call you pet names while kissing you and holding you with his bloody hands? If only you knew the carnage he has caused. The secrets he hides.”
“Your hands are twice as bloody!” She shot back. “How are your scales any better? Have you ever tried to balance yours? Judge yourself?”
“I know where my scales sit.” Harrow smirked. “Do you want to judge me yourself? Perhaps you will become your own hero? Devour my soul as your first meal. I would give that to you willingly. I know my work will be carried out in my absence. I know you will crave more souls to feast on once you know the true path to paradise.”
She stared up at him. Could she judge him? Could she kill him so easily as he did so many others?
She took a step forward. It would be easy. Lay her hands on him. Feel the shift of the scales on her flesh and then…
“No. I want to leave.” She looked away. “I refuse to become a pawn of Ammit.”
Harrow held out a hand to her. “I promise you that if you still feel this way tomorrow, I will let you leave. You are truly a spirit beyond any I have met before.”
She hesitantly stepped up to the platform and he took her hand. “So beautiful. So dangerous. Tell me… I must know where you plan to go. I only wish to see you safe. I don’t know what I would do if anything should happen to you.”
She shivered at his kind words. “Home. I would go home.”
“To Cairo? To London? Which home? You haven’t been back to Cairo in so long. There is nothing for you there. Nothing for you in London, either. Marc will not survive the balancing of the scales. I would hate to see him tarnish you further with his lies.” He stroked a hand over her shoulder gently.
It was easy to let his voice wash over her again. So soft and soothing. It had become such a presence in her life over the past few weeks.
He leaned in and whispered softly to her. “And what about your gifts? No one out there will tend to you. Drink your blessed milk… Feel your love. Give you pleasure. You will just be another body in the masses.”
Doubt filled her and she looked down at her body again. What was she to do about this? If she left tomorrow she would miss her milking session. The pain would be terrible. She would also miss the private session that would follow.
Layla shook her head, trying to clear away the doubts there. It wasn’t normal. These weren’t her thoughts.
Harrow sat back down in the chair again and looked up at her. “I don’t hide in the dark. Neither do you. You are here exposed to the world. Anyone that looks at you can see everything. They can see your desires and fears. I can see the conflict inside you. You tell yourself you want to leave but I can see the desire to stay. To be worshiped and cared for.”
She swallowed hard and looked at him. “Harrow…” She felt her head start to become hazy. She liked being worshiped. She loved how it made her feel so needed. She was here in the open and for the first time in her life she could hide nothing… But she also had no sense of self here… But was that so bad?
“I’m alone.” She whispered. “Exposed here and alone.”
“You are far from alone.” Harrow took her by the wrist and pulled her to his lap, sitting her down facing the empty courtyard. “I told you, I do not hide in the dark. I am here for everyone to see and judge.”
His hands slid over her back, feeling rough and calloused. They felt strong and large against her, confident and knowledgeable as they stroked over sore muscles. “Perhaps my scales tip off balance because of what I had to do to get to where I am now. The things I suffered under Khonshu. If they are off balance, then I accept my judgment. I have never hidden this fact from those that follow me.”
She arched slightly as he rubbed her shoulders, easing her sore muscles from the added weight on her chest. “You’re a hypocrite.” She whispered. “Claiming your scales are off but that you can be redeemed. Why not let others be redeemed too?”
“I never claimed that I could be saved. I only intend to work to free Ammit. Let her judge me herself. When I can no longer be of use to her, I will let her devour my soul. Till then, I intend to make the world a better place for those that truly deserve it.” He slid his hands down to stroke over her collar bone gently.
Layla shivered. “My scales aren’t balanced. Not by your definition. Why save me?”
Harrow laughed softly and nuzzled her ear. “Because I can use you.” He spread her legs and reached down to casually stroke his fingers up and down her slit, pausing now and then to slide over her clit. “Everything you were when you came to me can be taken away. I can turn you into a vessel for my people. Let them push their feelings on to you and take their passion out on you. Keep them pure.”
She shuddered as her mind started to turn into a blank hum as each stroke of his fingers sent small jolts of pleasure up her spine. She easily spread her legs further and let him manipulate her. “You watch… You’re always there watching…”
Harrow smiled and rolled her clit between his fingers. “I make sure your body stays pure. I make sure they don’t get carried away and tempted to lose themselves in you.”
She groaned and started to roll her hips against his hand. “You like it. You like watching me. You like controlling my body. It gets you off.”
He shifted and she felt his hard bulge pushing against her backside fully. She still had no idea how he managed to keep such a beast hidden under such thin clothes. She wondered if he felt this turned on watching her in the crowds or from the back of the room while she pleasured others.
Perhaps he returned to his room alone each night and stroked himself off. That thought somehow made her sad.
She slid off his lap and turned to nuzzle between his legs. She looked up at him with a smile, asking silently as she brushed her lips across his bulge.
He slid his hands through her hair gently. “I offered you freedom. Are you afraid to leave? Do you fear not feeling so loved day to day as you are here? Do you fear that you will be rejected? Do you think your husband will reject you again?”
Layla nuzzled his inner thighs and looked up at him. She realized she was afraid. Afraid that he was right about everything. That she would go home and not feel comfortable there anymore. That she would miss having so many people look at her like she was a goddess. That Marc would leave again, repulsed by what she had become.
Reaching up she wrapped her fingers around his bulge and started to massage. What if this was the only dick she would ever have? Would she ever be satisfied by any other?
“Please…” She whispered. “Take me with you. You must be so lonely. I can’t stand thinking of you alone in your room all the time with this…” She kissed the bulge and nuzzled him through his pants. “Such a waste. Let me worship you for a change.”
He looked at her in surprise then smiled. “You are beautiful on your knees like this.” He undid his fly and groaned as his dick slid out, throbbing in need and already dripping in precum.
She was briefly overwhelmed as she gazed at his dick. She felt her insides clench and tighten as she remembered how it felt to be filled by it. Her own lubricant was starting to drip down her thighs in need.
He gripped his dick and gave it a couple of strokes then moved to slide the tip across her lips. “Show me your love.”
She gasped and licked her lips, tasting him. Slowly she leaned in and started to lick over the head, letting her tongue slide over the slit slowly to lick up his fluids. Each slow lick made him inhale deeply as he kept control just barely.
Her fingers slowly wrapped around his cock and she worked her way down, kissing the length and feeling it slide over her lips. His hands moved to her hair and he stroked gently, encouraging her.
Meticulously she mapped out the bulging veins with her tongue and lips, moving around his thickness carefully. Carefully she started to lick under the head and shivered as his dick pulsed in her hands. “I can’t believe you waited so long to fuck me…” She whispered as she went back to licking over the slit slowly.
Harrow let out a slow breath and laughed. “You were not ready. I needed you to want me. To open yourself up to me willingly.”
Layla shivered and slowly wrapped her lips around the tip, sucking gently. She looked up at him and slowly started to slide down, letting his dick move over her tongue as he stretched her mouth open.
A whimpering moan escaped her and she dropped a hand to her own clit, working her fingers across herself eagerly.
Harrow reached down and pulled her arms up till he was holding her wrists tightly. “No no no….” He chastised softly. “You focus on me right now.”
She gasped as he released her then gripped her hair and pushed her head down sharply.
His cock slid to the back of her throat and she struggled not to gag. It took her a moment of breathing through her nose to settle and slowly relax her throat. Her hands went to steady herself on his thighs as she carefully let his dick slip further down her throat.
She groaned and felt his fingers relax in her hair, returning to stroking gently. She slowly pulled up, letting her tongue work around him before sinking back down and letting him push against the back of her throat fully. Her jaw was starting to ache and she was distantly aware that if he became angry or decided to take over he could cause her severe damage.
He sat back, letting her move at her own pace as she sucked and bobbed on him, deep throating him carefully. Each motion down she struggled to take in more, wanting to push herself and see just how far she could go.
His hips twitched and he let out a deep moan that nearly sent her over the edge. I’m pleasuring him. He is enjoying this! The thought filled her with warmth and happiness. She held her breath and swallowed.
He groaned and arched his hips as she took him in fully, her lips meeting the base of his cock. She could feel him pushing down her throat as she held him there, her tongue pressing along his length and her throat squeezing down around him desperately.
His fingers tightened in her hair and he held her head there, keeping her from coming back up. Mild panic started to build as she found herself unable to breathe. She waited as her throat spasmed around him.
She could trust him or she could panic and fight. She thought about what he said about wanting him and opening up to him. She hummed around him, letting the vibrations work around him. He gasped and hitched his hips again, his dick moving out just barely before sliding back down.
She trembled as he started to move, slowly thrusting down her throat, only pulling out enough to let her take in a desperately gasp of air before he pushed back down again. She started to get light headed as he moved. The stretch in her jaw was a thing of the past now and her tongue felt good as she worked it around him.
“So beautiful.” He whispered as he fucked her mouth. “You belong here. You and I together will spread Ammit’s desires across the world. We will make heaven on earth. I will be her blade and you will be her love.” He gasped and started to move his hips harder, his fingers tightening and releasing her hair with each thrust.
Layla felt a shiver run down her at his words. No longer gentle whispers, he sounded forceful, making his words seem true.
“Nnh.” He groaned and ran his fingers through her hair as he pushed fully into her mouth again and held his dick deep down her throat. “Layla… I will give you anything you desire. You are mine.”
His dick twitched and she had just enough time to wrap her lips around him tightly as he came down her throat. She could feel his thick cum fill her and slide down into her. It was all she could do not to choke as she swallowed around him, drinking it in.
He pulled out of her mouth slowly and she gasped, collapsing back as she took in air at last. He stood up over her and stroked his dick as she lay back, gasping.
“You are mine, Layla. Only mine. You give them your love but your body is mine.” He groaned and his dick twitched again, spurting his seed out across her in thick ropes.
She looked up at him with wide eyes. This was a side of him she had never seen before. Powerful and commanding. This was no longer the kind loving man that worshiped her. This was a man that owned her.
She felt helpless under him as he knelt down and rolled her over onto her hands and knees. “This body… This mind. Every part of you is mine and only mine. You go where I tell you. You do what I say. You feel pleasure only because I allow it.”
She looked back in time to see him line up and slide his dick into her fully in one thrust.
Her body arched and she cried out as he stretched her and pushed deep inside her waiting body. He didn’t wait for her to settle as he started to buck into her roughly, each motion rocking her forward.
Her mind was blank as he drove into her. It was everything she wanted. Her hips bucked back to meet him and she was distantly aware of making obscene sounds that echoed around the courtyard.
He reached down and started to work his fingers over her clit harshly as he bucked into her. In no time at all she felt her body race to orgasm and fly over the edge as she clenched down around him.
Still he bucked into her and worked her over. She caught a glimpse of his face, wild and powerful, before his pounding pushed her down to her arms. It was all she could do not to fall flat on her face as he forcefully pushed into her.
She felt him pause, holding still deep into her as he came. His cum slid out around his dick, dripping down her thighs as he filled her. Panting, he grunted then started again, bucking into her as he gripped her hips tightly.
Layla started to babble, whimpering out his name and promises to let him own her. To control her body. She would promise him anything as she rode out another orgasm. His continued thrusts into her over stimulated body quickly pushed her into a consecutive orgasm and she screamed as he reached down again to stroke over her clit.
Each time her body raced up she clenched around him tightly and he toyed with her, letting her relax before bucking and pinching down on her clit sharply, enjoying the way she moved on him.
He came again and she watched between her legs as his cum dripped down under her. She imagined that she could see her stomach bulge from the force of his movements and she rested a hand on her lower abdomen, feeling as his dick pushed down into her.
When Harrow pulled out she collapsed, trembling on the platform floor. She sensed him moving behind her then felt him lift her up. She smiled, waiting to be taken into his caring arms and taken back to her room.
She felt him sit in the chair and move her around. “We are not done yet, Layla. I want you to only think of me when you feel pleasure. I want your body to remember me and crave me every moment of your life.”
She found herself straddling his lap facing him. She was lifted and she felt him push against her again before he let her sink down onto his cock once more.
“Ahh!” She arched and rocked her hips as he filled her in new angles and ways. His fingers dug into her hips as he encouraged her to move her hips and start to ride him.
Her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders as she was forced to gaze into his eyes. He looked at her with pure lust as he moved into her. Fingers found her nipples and started to work them over, rolling and pulling, making her arch her back as she was overwhelmed in sensation.
Milk started to drip from her nipples as her chest was stimulated. He leaned in and took a nipple into his mouth and sucked, drinking her down as her hips continued to rock on him.
A free hand slipped to her clit and he once more started to stroke and pinch, working her into a frenzy as her body peaked in waves.
She felt him fill her again, his dick pulsing hotly inside her. He sat back, grunting for a moment as he looked at her. “Look at you.” He cupped her hot face, his thumb sliding over her lower lip. “This is how you were meant to be. Filled with my cum and not a single thought in that head but the desire for me to fuck you.”
Layla nuzzled his hand, parting her lips as she let her tongue slide out to lick his thumb. She felt dirty and used and excited all at once. His words echoed in her and while they made her angry, they also made her want to do things that felt shameful.
She smiled and reached down to where he joined her. Slowly she slid a finger through the cum leaking out of her and brought it up to her mouth and licked it clean. “Ah… Harrow… Do I please you?”
He leaned in and captured her lips in a deep possessive kiss, tasting her and owning her. “Yes…” He smiled. “I will take you to Egypt with me. Together we will find Ammit.”
He pulled out of her and let her stand before him on shaky legs. He spread her legs and watched as his cum slid out of her, running down her thighs. “You are so beautiful like this…”
She reached down and slowly spread her folds, feeling the thick cum drip from her.
He smirked. “I would have you stand here all day to let the world see you filled with my cum. Let them know that you are mine and through me and me alone do they get to feel your love and devotion…” He stood up and slid a hand under her, collecting some of the fluid before holding it up for her to lick off his hand.
She flushed as she licked over his fingers slowly. “Anything, Harrow… Anything for you…”
He smiled and lifted her. “We leave for Egypt tomorrow. Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for your trip.”
He let her walk back to the house so that she could feel his cum slide down her thighs with each step. She was covered in him and filled. She was his. Her mind filled with his name, leaving no room for her own thoughts as he stood with her in the shower and cleaned her.
She felt his fingers work inside her as he washed every part of her and she simply stood still and let him. Any thoughts of escape or leaving had long gone from her and she distantly wondered if this was part of his power.
She fell into a haze for the rest of the night, vaguely aware of him moving around her and preparing her for their trip.
When morning came, she found herself in a robe that buttoned down the front to conceal her naked body underneath. She wore boots that came up to her mid calves and her hair was tied back in a loose ribbon.
As she walked through town to the car, she noticed several vats that stored her milk being moved to the community building where food was often distributed. She had stored more than enough of her milk to last them many months.
It felt strange to feel cloth covering her body. She didn’t know how long she had been there, but the feel of the cloth against her breasts and nipples felt rough and wrong.
She got in the car next to Harrow and looked at him nervously. “We will come back here, right? The people… My people need me.”
He smiled lovingly, his kind face once more back in place. “Of course, my dear. When we return with Ammit, you will be worshiped as a goddess.”
She smiled and gazed out the window as they left the village. Her people would wait for her…
It was a long car ride out of the mountains. When the first real city appeared, she felt anxiety start to fill her. Her mind struggled as she saw people that did not belong with their group. Normal everyday people walking around as if nothing was wrong.
When she thought it was going to be too much, she felt a hand slide up under her robe and fingers start to stroke over her slit.
Her anxiety faded as she spread her legs and looked at Harrow, her lips parted with a soft gasp.
“Be calm, my Divine Gift.” He slid a finger into her and moved it around slowly. Her insides were still sensitive after the pounding she had taken the night before. She gasped and squirmed on his finger, struggling against the desire to close her legs and protect her sensitive parts and the desire for him to keep going and bring her off.
He laughed and removed his finger. “Be calm.” He patted her thighs and returned to his own work as he made calls and organized his people.
She squirmed in her seat and gazed out the window in a haze of need. What would these people do or say if they saw her? If she stepped out and stripped and pulled them close to her loving body?
She laughed softly and imagined how she might love each and every one of them.
Harrow had a private plane waiting for them. The people that waited to meet them greeted him warmly and gazed at her with a mix of curiosity and eagerness.
She smiled to them, relaxed at being surrounded by people that knew her again.
Once in the air, Harrow worked on his plans then would pull her close and tease her body, reminding her of her place at his side. She spent most of the plane ride in a haze of need and empty thoughts. She felt as if she had been drugged somehow and any time anxiety threatened to creep into her, he found her and teased out her fears with bliss and pleasure.
He fucked her once as they neared Cairo, making her forget about her home country and how close she was to the potential for freedome.
She reluctantly cleaned herself up in the bathroom, wiping away his cum and her own fluids. She didn’t want to be a distraction to him in his moment of leadership with his people. She couldn’t be a distraction to them either. They needed to put all their efforts into finding their Goddess.
She was taken to a hotel and told to wait.
He promised to come back to her and present her to Ammit. His promise was punctuated as he fingered her and quickly brought her off, leaving her trembling and gasping on the bed.
She waited. Day turned to night and she was brought food by one of his followers. Night turned to day and she paced the hotel room, wondering when he might return. She tried to distract herself by masturbating any time she felt anxious or fearful. Sweet endorphin release kept her mind blank and calm.
When night came again, she could hear the city outside erupting into chaos. Screams and cries and the sounds of things crashing. “It’s him!” She knew he had succeeded. Ammit was close. The scales on her abdomen glowed and she felt a familiar sensation. Not just one soul, but many souls being judged all at once.
Fear rushed over her. Harrow had won. What did that mean? She would always feel this. The buzz and tingle of the souls being freed. Being devoured. He had promised that she would learn to devour souls too. Did she want this? It didn’t matter, it was too late to go back now. Harrow had won.
Panic overtook her and she felt any shred of her old life starting to fade. Any bit of hope that she had clung to falling away. She didn’t like this. She didn’t like this feeling.
She stripped off her cloak and lay back on the bed, working her fingers over herself vigorously. Anything to distract herself from this feeling.
She worked herself into several orgasms, refusing to stop for fear of what her mind might return to.
Long after the screams and crashing stopped, she heard the door open and she spread her legs and spread her folds open wide, eager to greet Harrow and hope that he felt the need for a victorious fuck.
Someone walked into the room and she was distantly aware that this was not Harrow.
“Layla?” The voice was soft and timid. “Oh god… Layla… What did he do to you?”
She looked up at the dark eyes and dark hair. He was scuffed up and sweaty, scraped and bloody in some spots from battle.
She trembled and recognition swam to the front of her mind. “Marc?”
She groaned as wrong and painful emotions rushed forward. Emotions and thoughts she had not let herself feel since she had first been taken. “Nnh…” She arched her hips and started to frantically stroke her clit, desperate to put it all back. She didn’t want this. She couldn’t go back. Where was Harrow? Her husband was here… This was her husband… She loved her people. She needed her people. She loved Marc. She loved him with everything. He had finally come for her and she was free….
She cried out as she orgasmed, squirting her fluids across her hands, milk dripping from her pert nipples. She smiled and slowly stroked her fingers over her folds, working them up inside her as she smiled at him.
“Marc…” She trembled as she spread herself for him fully and used her other hand to pull a nipple till she sprayed milk out, eager to feel him take from her. “Come feel my love, Marc. Let me love you… Let me bless you...”
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Notes:
A/N: One more?
Chapter 5: Their love
Summary:
Summary: What if Harrow captured Layla instead of her rescuing Steven in London?
Layla has been rescued! Back in the loving arms of Marc and Steven, she must deal with the fallout of Harrow's manipulations. Can she return to a normal life? Can they deal with the new Layla?
This Chapter Contains: Corruption, lactation, breast sucking, enlarged breasts/nipples, enlarged clit, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, denial, masturbation, exhibitionism, fucked silly, vaginal fingering, oral, cum eating, public, thigh humping, vaginal penetration, non protected sex, creampie, cockwarming, cumshot, anal (female receiving), rough sex, biting, VERY minor blood mention.
Discussions of past trauma, dissociation, talk about child abuse, talk about loss of control.
(Psychological manipulation due to cult worship going on. So big TW for cult stuff. Deprogramming and psychological trauma.)
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Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
She could hear Marc talking in the bathroom. Somehow he had gotten her back to his own hotel room and she sat there now staring down at the floor.
He had told her that Harrow had been defeated and Ammit was no longer a threat. She had stared at him, trying and failing to comprehend what that meant to her. She wondered what would become of the village full of his followers. If she should go back herself and become their guiding light.
She felt a sense of loss, worried that they would feel she had abandoned them.
When she tried to explain things to Marc, he had looked at her in horror. They argued and he eventually stepped away into the bathroom. He had been in there for some time arguing and talking with someone.
She stood up and knocked on the door. There was a pause then the door opened and Marc looked at her with furrowed brows.
She swallowed and looked down. “I think… I might be messed up.” She crossed her arms over her chest and looked away. “I don’t know if it was the power from Ammit or… Maybe he just got to me. I don’t know if I can go back to things as they were before. You abandoned me first, Marc. Then… Well… I don’t know what was going on. And the things that I did with Harrow…”
She shivered and felt a twinge of need well up in her as she thought about Harrow. Every time she thought of him now, her body heated up and cried out in need for his touch. His pleasure.
Marc nodded then stepped out of the bathroom and took her hand, leading her back to the main room. They sat together on the edge of the bed and he looked like he was struggling to tell her something. Anything. At last he looked away. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I left you the first time. I couldn’t come get you sooner. I should have tried harder. Searched for you harder. I could have done more. If I had known what he was doing to you… Making you do…”
“I did it all on my own.” She looked away. “He never forced me to do anything.”
Marc jerked and his face changed, opening up and becoming softer all at once. “That’s just the thing, love! He didn’t need to! He was a terrible manipulative bastard! You got manipulated into following him. Then he exploited your fears and needs. He found you when you were vulnerable and he used you!”
She blinked at him and a memory came back. “Steven.” She smiled sadly. “I’m sorry. I must be a huge let down for you.”
“No!” He clasped her hands in his and clutched them tightly. “Not at all! I should be apologizing to you! I got you into this. I mean, you tried to help me and I let you down. Now because of me you went through so much…”
Layla shook her head and pulled him into a hug. “Oh Steven… It’s been such a mess. I think it’s going to be a long time before I’m me again. I keep hearing his voice in my head…”
He patted her back and settled into her warmly. “I know… Khonshu manipulated Marc too. It’s surprisingly easy to fall for kind words and promises when you need them. Especially if he’s… Manipulating your body.”
She felt him pull back and look at her, his cheeks red. “He did this to you with his staff?”
She nodded and tried not to think about the moment when she had given in and ridden his staff, how good it had felt as she rubbed herself on the cool metal.
“Maybe we could talk to one of the other gods and get you back to normal… Might undo some of what Harrow did…” He frowned, thinking hard.
Layla felt a twinge of fear rush through her. Undo Harrow’s work… Take away her gifts. Her divine gifts. She shifted and felt the fabric of her robe slide over her nipples, sending a rush through her chest. “Maybe…” She hesitated. “It isn’t that bad, is it? Do you hate it? Does Marc hate it that much?”
“We hate what happened to you.” Steven defended quickly. “That he did this to you against your wishes!”
“But do you hate it?” She stood up and slowly unbuttoned the robe, letting it fall to the floor. “Do you hate my body?”
Steven stared at her with wide eyes. He had not seen her new form in person yet. He had not watched her finger herself desperately as Marc tried to get her dressed and out of Harrow’s hotel room.
Fearful that Harrow’s followers might return and try to get revenge, Marc had practically carried her out and down the street while she kicked and struggled against him until the full realization of being rescued set in and she had broken down.
Steven looked away, embarrassed and flushed. “I could never hate your body. But… Are you happy with it? It isn’t yours, really. It’s so…different.”
She looked down at her body and smiled as she slid her hands over her breasts slowly. “A gift…” She blinked, shaking her head to chase away the whispers Harrow had placed in her ears. “I’m not sure I can remember what it was like before. I think I would miss how it feels. It is… Amazing.”
“Marc doesn’t hate it. He’s just… Worried. About you. About what you might do.” Steven glanced up at her. “He thinks that you might leave.”
“He thinks I’ll go back to the town.” She frowned and sat back down on the bed. “It crossed my mind.” She admitted. “I’m still thinking about it.”
Steven looked bothered. “Did you like it there? Did they kill people?”
Layla flopped back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. “I saw him kill people. Felt him judging them.” She slid a hand down to the mark on her abdomen. “I don’t agree with him, if that’s what you’re worried about. It goes against everything I believe in. I just… I was someone there. I was important to them. They needed me. Looked to me to be their… Their Divine Gift.”
“They blinded you to their cruel ways with forced kindness and love.” Steven looked at her sadly. “Gave you what you needed…What you thought you wanted.”
His eyebrows furrowed and Marc was looking at her now, taking in her prone body and changes for the first time fully. “It’s my fault.” He sighed. “I abandoned you. Made you feel unloved… Left you vulnerable to them…”
She looked up at him, unable to deny it. “You did leave me.” She felt angry for half a second then sat up and looked at him fully. “You could have told me anything. Anything at all about what was going on with you. What you were going through or doing or had been through!”
Marc flinched back and looked away. “I’m sorry.” He repeated, the phrase locked on his lips.
She softened and pulled him close, wrapping her arms around him. “Marc… I missed you. I missed you so much. Please… Talk to me. Promise you’ll tell me everything you can. Take me home and maybe you and I can get better. You can get Khonshu out of your mind and I can get Harrow out of mine…”
Marc nodded. “Tell me everything. I want to know what he did.”
She looked up at him. “Only if you tell me everything.” She challenged him. “I want to know about Steven. I want to know why you… Fell in with Khonshu.” She hesitated. “I want to know what Harrow saw that made him tell me the things he did about you.”
Marc was silent for a moment then he nodded. “I can do that. With Steven’s help… I think I can do that.”
Layla nodded. “I think I can tell you too. If you promise not to think poorly of me…”
Steven was back, hugging her close again. “I could never think poorly of you, love.” He blushed again. “Do you think that you could…wear clothes? This is really embarrassing but… I don’t know how to not look at you and I don’t want to…You know.. Make you uncomfortable?”
She smirked. Steven was not what she was used to. Even before all this, she had always had a flirtatious streak to her that had long ago earned her that special smile from Marc.
“You can look at me if you want to look at me.” She smiled at him and stood up in front of him. “I think any last bit of modesty has been wiped from me by Harrow.”
He gulped hard and his eyes didn’t know where to settle, running over her body then looking away. “Did he force you to be naked?”
“He never forced me to do anything.” She realized that she would have to wear clothes now. No one would stare at her openly with such devotion or love or lust again. Her body was now considered shameful. “I want you to look at me… Steven, they worshiped my body. Every day I was taken out to the people and they showed their devotion to Ammit, Harrow, and myself. I… I fed them and they gave me everything.”
Steven looked up at her for a moment, his eyes glancing over her chest and down to her groin before moving back up to her face. The look in his eyes was different from that of the people in the town. There was something quiet and soft there, but it was still filled with desire and love.
It made her ache inside for him.
“I… I don’t mind looking… If it’s alright.” His hands fidgeted on the bed sheets for a moment then his face scrunched up and Marc was back.
“Damn it, Steven.” Marc huffed. “We aren’t going to do this.” He muttered to himself. “Sorry, Layla… He uh… I think he’s inexperienced.”
“Inexperienced? You mean a virgin?” She shivered. Marc was far from inexperienced. When they first met, the things he used to do to her could make her melt. She had been the inexperienced one and he had blown her away. The sudden thought that it was her turn to make someone puddy in her hands sent her heart pounding.
Marc gave her a look. “Look, take it easy on him. I don’t want you to rile him up. I don’t know if he can handle it.”
Layla smiled and felt her groin tighten as she imagined that sweet open face looking at her with those wide trusting eyes while she-
“Layla?” Marc was standing before her.
She blinked and looked down to find her fingers slowly working into her folds, her lubricant dripping down her thighs heavily.
“Nh.” She shook her head and looked away. “Sorry. I… I can’t control it sometimes.” She pulled her fingers up and stared at the fluid there. “Harrow used to have me…” She looked at him, suddenly nervous to talk about it. “I put on shows for the town. He liked to watch me.”
Marc took her hand and looked at the slickness there. “I don’t know how to help…” He looked pained at this admission. “I’m afraid to treat you like Harrow did. If I let you keep doing what you did there, is that just keeping you in whatever state he had you in? Do I keep you from doing it and cause you pain?”
“You could fuck me…” She lifted her hand and slowly licked over her fingers. “Satisfy me. Don’t leave me wanting…”
Marc’s face pulled as he struggled. “Layla…” It took every piece of his control to turn away. “I can’t. I won’t use you like that. I won’t take advantage of this! It’s my fault this happened and I refuse to encourage it!”
Layla wrapped her arms around herself and stared at his back. Just like before. Her husband was rejecting her all over again. Pulling away.
“Excuse me.” It was her turn to go to the bathroom and close the door. She stared at herself in the mirror. She wasn’t wearing the fancy jewelry Harrow had decorated her in and hardly looked pristine. Some divine gift she was. She wanted to take a very cold shower, but it would feel strange to her. Harrow did everything with her. He washed her and tended to every part of her body.
She angrily turned on the water and stepped in before even checking the temperature. It didn’t matter. Too hot or too cold. Her body was alight in need and it was all she could do not to run out into the streets and beg for someone to watch as she pleasured herself.
She looked down at the mark on her abdomen and wondered if Ammit’s power was still there. Could she still be a vessel? If she found Ammit herself would she take over Harrow’s position as promised? The idea thrilled her. Leading his people without him. Becoming their sole object of affection…
Her fingers slipped down and stroked over her clit slowly. She could do it… His followers were still out there. She could find one so easily. Judge them… Beg them to love her.
She panted as the water splashed down on her back, running over her chest and stomach. Touching every part of her like they used to. She could close her eyes and imagine the fingers that reached for her. Palms that cupped her breasts and squeezed as lips sucked…
Layla cried out and sank to her knees as the first orgasm in over a day ripped through her.
The door banged open and Marc stood there, wide eyed and ready to fight. She looked up at him, trembling on her knees, fingers deep inside herself.
She would show him. She would show him who she was now.
She smiled and stood up, leaning back against the shower wall as she slid her fingers in and out of herself, her thumb working over her swollen clit. “Here to save me?” She lifted her free hand to her breast and stroked her nipple slowly. “Come save me, Marc…”
He stood there, watching as her hips started to roll, riding her hand needily. He seemed frozen in place, unable to move forward or retreat. She could see the conflict on his face. The guilt and desire mixing.
“I dreamed about you, Marc… How my husband would see my new body…” She spread her folds and let her fluids mix with the water that rushed down her legs. “How much he would want me… I want my husband. It’s been too long. I want him to explore me. I want him to touch my body and explore me.”
Marc let out a deep groan and suddenly moved forward. Clothes and all, he was suddenly in the shower with her, pushing her up against the cold tile as he captured her lips in a frantic kiss.
His hands cupped her jaw as he kissed, fingers working up into her hair before sliding down the back of her neck and down her chest.
She gasped as his lips moved down to the crook of her neck and he sucked, leaving angry red marks across her as he moved to places he had long ago found. Places Harrow had never explored or exploited.
She arched as his hands grabbed her breasts, feeling how full and large they had become. No longer just handfuls, he squeezed and felt their weight. His tongue worked up her neck and she felt teeth graze over her jugular lightly before sliding down to her collarbone where he bit gently, leaving marks.
Layla cried out, hands digging into his soaking shirt. “Yes… Yes!” She felt his hips press to hers, the wet jeans rubbing against her throbbing clit roughly. “Oh god…Marc!”
She started to pant as she ground her hips into his, feeling the friction as he continued his assault on her neck, kissing under her ear now, knowing the secret sensitive places he had found so long ago.
It built fast and she didn’t fight it as she orgasmed, clutching at him desperately as her body shuddered and continued to rub against him in need.
He pulled back, earning a pitiful whimper from her. Standing under the shower fully, he stared at her. The conflict on his face back. She could see the turmoil as he wondered. Was he wondering if she had been fucked by Harrow? Did he think she let the crowds take her? Was he worried about whether she would hate him if he pounded into her like they did?
He pulled away and she understood. He didn’t want to take pleasure in her. If he could please her, then perhaps he could make it up to her. But if he found pleasure in it, how could he enjoy the pain that Harrow had caused her?
She grew angry as he stepped out of the tub and started to walk out, dripping wet on the floor.
Turning off the shower she angrily followed him. “No!” She stamped a foot to get his attention. “Don’t you dare! I know what you’re doing and how dare you assume things about me! How dare you refuse to face this! Do you want to know what he did?”
He stared at her, his face a picture of pain and despair.
“He paraded me through town daily. He let them watch as I masterbated. I sat before large crowds and brought myself off day after day! I let people suck my tits and then at night he tied me up and I let people cover me in their cum!” She swallowed hard. “They didn’t fuck me! It was torture, Marc. Giving me this body made to feel everything and he left me begging and pleading as no one gave me what I needed and wanted!”
She held out her arms so he could get a good look at her. “Then, only once he had broken me, did he fuck me.” She smiled bitterly. “He fucked me silly, Marc. He shoved me down and took me till I couldn’t feel anything but him. He showed off his power and I took it. I let him pound into me until I was delirious! Even now I can close my eyes and still see him. Still feel him. Do you think that makes me happy?”
He clenched his fists, his sadness replaced by anger.
She slid her hands across her stomach and traced the scales. “He made me believe everything he told me. Every whispered lie and truth. And then I sucked him off. I let him fuck my throat and fill me there. It was violent and rough and painful and I loved it. I had to love it. What else did I know? What else did I have?” She was aware that tears were running down her face now but she didn’t feel sad.
Marc looked away, shaking in rage. His jaw was locked and he couldn’t speak.
Layla’s fingers went up to the fresh marks across her neck and collarbone. “He would never have left marks. To marr my body was to desecrate his gift. He had to keep me pure and perfect. He filled me with cum to show the world that he owned me but he never treated me with real love. Real kindness. His lust for me was only about his own lust for his power.”
Marc made a sound that almost sounded like he was fighting off tears. His eyes were bright as he looked up at her. “I can’t… I can’t use you like that. I could never…”
She wiped the tears from her eyes. “I won’t beg you. Begging you will feel too much like what he made me do to him. I begged him every day and he tormented me in his fake kindness and selfish love. But I will ask you… Maybe not now… But I couldn’t stand it if you never touched me again. If I never felt you inside me… Don’t let him be what I dream of when I wake up humping the bed. I need him out of me.”
He looked at her and nodded. “I have some things… I need to tell you. I’m terrified that you’ll leave. That it will drive you back to him. To that town. But if that’s what you do… Maybe I deserve it. Maybe you need to go where you can feel loved and happy.”
She looked at him and understood that he wasn’t kidding when he said he was terrified. She had never seen him so pained. “Tell me. Tell me everything.”
He held up her robe and she pulled it on, moving to take a seat on the bed. He paced in front of her then pulled up a chair and sat down on the edge. His hands worried in front of him as he struggled. Now and then he glanced to the side and whispered something to Steven and shook his head. “No no… I’ll do it. I have to.”
She waited and at last he started in. He told her about why he left home. Why he didn’t speak to his mother or father. He told her about his days in the army until he was kicked out for being crazy. He told her about Steven and why he needed and protected Steven.
She listened as he tried to talk about his condition, his eyes blinking in and out of focus as he struggled against pain and triggers that threatened to bring Steven out when he needed to stay in control. When it was too much for him, he paused to collect himself then moved on to his days in the Mercenary group. His voice was cold and detached and she understood why.
She remembered her days laying in her room waiting for Harrow to come collect her to start her day and how much she had wished to be somewhere else. How much she wished she could leave her body and float above it all as he washed and touched her. She understood his pain now and it hurt her to think that before all this, she had ignored it and not been able to see when he wasn’t there with her but his body was.
He talked about some of his missions. Some of the things he did that he wasn’t proud of. The money he made. The wars he fought. The people he fought side by side with. She had heard some of the names before and always wondered but never pushed. Why hadn’t she pushed?
He paused and Steven stepped in for a moment, full of apologies as he explained that Marc needed a minute to collect himself.
“It’s difficult. I didn’t know all this either, you know?” Steven shrugged and wrung his hands nervously. “He’s good at keeping it all together. Bad at letting it out.”
“Is he okay?” She reached out and took his hands, curiously sliding her fingers over his knuckles. The same knuckles she knew so well, yet his response was so foreign as he took her hands back and clasped them tightly as if they meant the world to him.
“He will be.” Steven smiled. “It’s just going to take time.” He looked at her softly. “Are you okay?”
She thought about it. “I will be. If you’re there to help, Steven… Marc too. Maybe we can help one another.”
Steven flushed and stared at her, his eyes filled with her and she understood that no one could ever look at her like he could. Not the most manic follower or worshiper or even Harrow. No one could make her feel like he could with a look alone.
She leaned in, wondering if his kiss would taste the same.
“Wait.” He stopped her and pulled back. “What Marc has to tell you next… You have to listen. Really listen. It’s going to hurt, but please give him a chance. He… He’s suffered so much.”
Layla couldn’t imagine what he had to say that could hurt her. She waited until Marc was back. Marc pulled away from her and got up again to pace. At last he talked about his last mission as a mercenary. About the job to rob a tomb and how it went wrong. About the way his commander had murdered everyone and then tried to kill him for getting in the way.
Layla stared at him. His string of apologies came in murmurs of self destruction. Of wishing for death and pain and how rotten of a human he was. He buried his face in his hands, clenching at the seams as if he could rip himself to shreds if he could just figure out how.
Steven was right. It hurt. Her own emotions flashed through her. Rage that he had been a part of it. Horror at the fact that he had known this when he met her. Humiliation that he had known this whole time and comforted her when she cried over her lost father.
Then she remembered Steven’s request. To listen. Really listen.
She looked up at Marc, angry tears in her eyes.
He stood back against the far wall, his form small and shrunken away from the room as he collapsed in on himself. The small words that fell from him with each breath. Words begging her for forgiveness while also begging her to hate him and leave him. Words wishing for death and more.
She got up and went to him, reaching out to touch him. He glanced up and flinched back so hard he smacked his head into the wall.
Layla closed her eyes. He was expecting violence. He thought she would strike him. She tried again, gently reaching out and wrapping her arms around him. She pulled him close and just stood with him.
He had not dried himself off after the shower incident and now he felt cold and still damp. She slid her arms up under his wet shirt and gently stroked his back, warming him. He probably didn’t even realize that he was cold.
“Marc…” She tried but words failed. She could not so easily forgive him for his part, for his lies, for his omissions and for not telling her. Her head rested on his shoulder and she sighed. But she could understand his fears. His constant self punishment. He had suffered and she did not need to give him reason to keep suffering. Not if she wanted him to start trusting her and opening up.
“Get out of these wet clothes.” She brushed his hair back and moved to sit back down. “It’s been a long few days. I want to just sleep. I want you to wrap your arms around me and hold me and I want to wake up with you buried in my hair and me buried in your chest like old times.”
He stripped to his boxers and climbed into the bed, pulling her close and settling in behind her, spooning her till she felt his body heat radiating through her.
For the first time in so long, she fell into a peaceful sleep.
–
She woke up in pain.
Her breasts were tight and swollen, throbbing each time she moved.
Layla had not been milked in days. She had released a little over the past few days, but that was nothing compared to the amounts she was used to being pulled from her to feed the town.
She winced as she rolled over, gently lifting Marc’s arm from her as she sat up.
What was she supposed to do about this? It wasn’t like she had been induced by hormones or having a child. It wasn’t likely to just dry up if she neglected it long enough. Harrow had intended for her to provide for him for the rest of her life.
She was going to have to buy a pump. How embarrassing. She groaned as she sat there, looking down at her tight chest. Would a pump be able to hold enough? What was she supposed to do with all that milk?
She could possibly sell it to some maternity place that needed mother’s milk… But was it even safe to drink? What if Harrow had somehow poisoned her milk? What if that was what kept his followers so passive and devoted to him?
Layla slipped off her robe and tossed it aside. She tenderly touched a breast and hissed at the pressure that she felt there. She was outright aching.
“Layla?” A soft voice spoke up from behind her. “You alright?”
Steven sat up, rubbing his tired eyes. He glanced around as if checking to see where he was.
“Yeah. Just… Another lovely gift from Harrow. My… My milk. There’s a lot of it. It hurts.” She gently put pressure on one of her breasts and let out a pained groan as milk dripped slowly from her nipple. Somehow the slow release hurt more.
“Oh? Is there anything I can do to help, love? A warm compress or maybe some tea?” Steven moved on the bed behind her and she felt him crawl up next to her. He froze when he saw her exposed breasts. His face going bright red. “Oh. Oh my.”
She looked at him with tears in her eyes. “It really hurts. I don’t know what to do.”
Steven stayed frozen in his spot but she could see his mind jump starting. “I could do some research. Things that might help. In ancient times milk was prized and often considered to have healing properties.”
“Thank you, Steven.” She blushed. “I’m not so sure my milk has such properties. Harrow caused it with his stupid staff and with Ammit’s power. How do I know it isn’t a way to mind control or cause problems?”
Steven frowned. “Well, we could test it. Send off a sample to a lab or something. I’m not sure what all they would find though if it’s filled with ancient god properties.”
“Yeah. Probably not much.” She winced and tenderly massaged her fingers over her chest.
“We could do a much more practical test…” Steven shifted to sit next to her and looked up at her fully. “If it has mind control… Well… I am a little unique.”
She raised an eyebrow at his logic. “Steven… You share a body.”
“With two minds!” He grinned. “So if I act weird then Marc takes over until it wears off and then we’ll know!”
“I’m not sure I like this theory.” She crossed her arms over her chest.
“I trust you.” Steven smiled. “Do you trust me?”
She looked at him. Of course she trusted him. She trusted him with everything. “I’ve only known you a few days, Steven.” She winced and looked away as the instinct to push him away came out.
He looked down, his hands coming up to his chest only to remember he wasn’t wearing a shirt and he simply clasped them there over his heart. “Yeah… I suppose you’re right.”
That hurt her immensely as she looked at his crestfallen face. “What do you plan to do?”
He gave her a slightly hopeful look. “Well for starters, I thought I might try to ease your pain. I happen to know a few things from some books and… then maybe we’ll see if it helps?”
She sighed and nodded. “Alright. But… Just so you know…” She flushed and crossed her legs, pulling the bed sheets into her lap. “Harrow really used my milk as a weapon against me. So… If I say or do anything weird… Try not to take it too personally?”
Steven nodded seriously and turned his attention down to her chest. He rubbed his hands together as if trying to make sure they were warm. After a moment he reached out and paused, just inches from touching her. He looked up as if asking for permission one final time.
“Go ahead, Steven.” She looked at him openly.
His fingers started high, slowly tracing just under her collarbone. He pressed and started to rub small circles just above her breasts, working into the pectoral muscles there that had been suddenly charged with lifting her enlarged and heavy breasts all these weeks.
The groan that escaped her was one of massive relief as tension and strain was slowly worked out of her chest. “Oh… Oh wow…”
Steven’s face was one of utter focus and concentration as he worked his strong palms into the muscles there. His fingers slipped to her sides and just under her arms where they dug in and continued to press and release the muscles there.
It was all Layla could do not to bite her lower lip right off as she fought off the moans that worked deep in her throat. Each exhale was a massive release of stress that had been weighing on her without her knowledge.
She remembered Harrow washing her or rubbing lotion into her skin and his touch was a teasing feather designed to make her dizzy and thrown off balance. He not once focused on how the changes affected her body.
Steven’s eyes found hers and his hands moved down till they cupped the underside of her breasts. He worked his thumbs inward to run up her sternum while his palms kneaded inward to press over her breasts and slide upwards.
“NNh!” Layla arched her chest and her eyes rolled back as she leaned into his touch. His thumbs worked inwards, slowly circling her breasts and pulling down as he massaged. She felt her chest start to ache and build. “Oh… Oh god…”
He circled her areolas gently with his fingers, kneading and stroking her. Her milk started to slowly bead up on her nipples as he kneaded.
The sounds that left her mouth were incomprehensible as he slowly worked his calloused thumbs over her nipples then squeezed gently and pulled. He released then pulled again till he was maneuvering her breasts in a steady milking motion.
Her vision blurred as she felt something inside give and her milk at last sprayed from her heavily, splashing out with each tug and squeeze.
She collapsed forward into him, gasping as the pain eased all at once.
Steven looked at her in alarm then sighed as he saw the utter relief on her face. “You alright?” He asked just to be sure.
“Unh…” She groaned and lay her hands over his, guiding them back to her chest. “I don’t know where you learned this or why you know all of this… But if you stop now I’m going to go crazy.”
He went back to massaging her chest, making sure to work all the muscles working to hold things up then pressing and working into the swollen tissue, letting her milk flow out easily.
She closed her eyes and leaned back on her hands, letting him have full access to her chest. She was so focused on his work that she didn’t notice him shifting closer until she felt the unmistakable sensation of lips wrapping around a nipple and sucking timidly.
It was like a jolt of electricity as she felt the pull and steady flow of milk leave her perfectly. Her hands were instantly in his hair, pulling him closer and holding him in place. She looked down and whimpered as she watched him drink from her breast.
His eyes were closed and he drank so carefully. There was no desperation there. No begging for a touch of Ammit or blessings. “Steven…” She stroked his hair and ran her fingers through his curls. “Oh… Steven wait… Wait!”
He pulled back and looked up at her with a blush. “I’m so sorry. I got carried away. I should have asked first!”
“No. Steven. That’s not it.” She cupped his face and looked at him deeply. “Are…Are you feeling okay? You don’t feel weird do you? Or feel like… Praising Ammit or Harrow or me?”
Steven paused, licking the milk from his lips. He thought about it for a moment. “Well… I do kind of feel like singing your praise but I think I always feel like that.”
She looked at him anxiously.
Steven shrugged. “Harrow is still a git and Ammit is still a creepy crocodile lady. Would you like my opinions on Khonshu?”
“Oh Steven…” She grabbed him and pulled him back down to her other breast. “Please… It feels so good when you do it.”
He nuzzled her breast then pulled a nipple into his mouth, this time more confident as he worked his tongue over it and suckled. A hand fell to her waist to steady himself and the other hand slowly continued to knead and massage her other breast.
Her hands ran up and down his bare back, trembling as she struggled to figure out what to do. She felt Steven shift to get a better position and she felt his cock rub against her through his boxers. He was at full attention, his dick straining against the fabric.
She slowly lay back and pulled him on top. Carefully she slid a thigh between his legs and moved it. Steven’s startled groan was music to her ears.
To his credit, he didn’t stop drinking from her as he shifted on her, slowly wrapping his legs around her thigh and hesitantly he moved his hips. She felt his bulge press against her and his breathing started to deepen.
“Steven…” She groaned and slowly shifted till her clit was pressing against him. “Yes… Don’t stop…”
He grunted and his hips thrust, moving his body till they were grinding against one another. He released her nipple and let out a breathy moan that ended in her name as he nuzzled into her chest. Her fingers dug into his shoulders then slid down his back as she started to hump against him. Each movement pressing over her clit and leaving her slickness behind against him.
He moved up and locked his lips onto hers, kissing desperately. She could taste her own milk on his lips and tongue as he explored her. His chest slid over hers and he worked his hands across her body, aching to pull her as close as possible with each arch of his hips.
Her hands slipped down to his ass and she gripped each cheek, squeezing as she urged him to move harder. She didn’t have to ask him twice. He wrapped his legs around her thigh fully and moved his whole body, sliding against her.
Trembling he reached down and pushed past the bed sheets between them and slid his fingers over her clit. He groaned as he felt her swollen and throbbing bundle of nerves there. He dipped his fingers into her folds, collecting her lubricant before moving back to her clit and stroking over her, gently rolling it between his fingers and giving a sharp tug now and then as he moved.
A squeal left her as he jerked his fingers and she bucked up, pressing her thigh against his hardness roughly. His own groan made her grin as she recaptured his lips, sucking his lower lip roughly till he whimpered. Letting go she tilted her head back and he took instruction well, dipping back down to gently suck and kiss down her neck.
“Oh, Steven… Yes… Harder.” She groaned and felt him spread her folds to get a better hold as he started to work her clit over roughly. “Yes… Yes!” She cried out as she sank her nails into whatever flesh she could grip.
He groaned and she felt wetness spread across her thigh as his body tensed and his hips twitched.
“Yes!” She clenched her thighs around him, trapping him in place as she reached her own climax. He tweaked his fingers around her clit sharply and she shrieked as pleasure and pain mixed, dragging her into a quick second orgasm that was prolonged as he teased his fingers across the tip of her clit slowly.
His fingers stilled and he slowly pulled them away. He lay against her, panting hard. “Oh wow.” He looked down at her with a grin. “Layla…” He was practically glowing, sweat beaded across his forehead and a flush over his cheeks and nose. “Was that okay?”
She groaned and slid her hands up across herself. She was covered in her own milk that had gushed from her nonstop after his amazing administrations. She felt his cum over her hip and thigh as it spread from his boxers. Her bed sheets were soaked from her own juices.
“That was perfect.” She laughed. “Oh god it was perfect…” She hugged him tightly and kissed him lovingly. Not once did she imagine it was the people of the town or Harrow manipulating her body. It was so uniquely Steven that she could only smile as she buried herself in him.
She felt Steven relax into her, his hands stroking her hips gently. He was quiet for a long time, simply basking in the afterglow.
At last he squirmed and sat up. “I need to get cleaned up. This is a deeply unpleasant sensation.”
She laughed. “Yeah. Sex is a bit messy, isn’t it?”
He blushed and untangled himself from the bed. “I don’t want to pry but… I think Marc is still worried. He’s been out since we went to bed.”
“Out?” She blinked for a moment. “Oh. Like… Not here?” She was going to have to get used to this. She was actually a little relieved to know that Marc hadn’t been around to see what they had done. She couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. “Do you think he minds? What we did?”
Steven stood up and thought about it a moment. “No. I think he’s getting used to it. He was a little jealous at first… But I think he’s happy that you and I get along. It makes things work a little easier, really.”
She nodded. “He doesn’t need to be worried. I understand what he told me. Why he did what he did. Maybe it will take a while before I can talk about it with him… But I don’t hold it against him. I still love him.” She looked down and drew her knees to her chest. “When are we going back to London?”
“I think Marc wanted to leave tonight. He wanted to be sure Harrow was secure and his followers weren’t going to try anything to release him… Or to get you.” Steven shrugged. “Is that okay with you? Do you think you’ll be okay going out in public and flying?”
Layla nodded with a forced smile. The truth was no. She didn’t know how she was going to handle it, but she had no choice. She wanted to go home. She wanted to get back to London and start putting this all behind her.
Steven nodded and went to the bathroom. She heard the shower start up after a moment and Layla flopped back on the bed. She would have to wear clothes. Real clothes. Be seen by people. Do normal things.
When the shower finished, she watched Steven get dressed. At last she got up. “Steven, could you go get us some food and get me something to wear? I’m afraid I don’t have any real clothes. Marc knows my….well he used to know my size. I don’t know my size anymore…” She looked down at her body and felt a wave of sadness at all the clothes she had back in her home that would no longer fit her. “Use your best guess. Something easy.”
Steven moved to kiss her on the cheek and lingered a moment, worried about leaving but happy to be tasked with a mission. At last he left with a small wave.
She got in the shower, this time letting the warm water wash her clean. Her own hands scrubbed at the mess on her and she closed her eyes as she wiped down her groin.
She must have been in the shower longer than she thought because she heard the door open and the sounds of things being set down. Stepping out, she saw the stiff and guarded stance of Marc as he laid out some food on the table.
He glanced back at her as she walked out, drying off with a towel. It didn’t even occur to her that she was still naked until she sat down to eat.
Marc raised an eyebrow then sat down across from her and slid a plate towards her.
“You remembered.” She looked down at her favorite Egyptian foods.
“Not that hard to remember.” Marc shrugged. “Especially here.” He made up his own plate of food and sat back in his chair, watching her.
Layla ate happily. The familiar food a far cry from the light and often flavorless meals Harrow kept her on. Probably an easy way to help break her spirit.
She reached for some flatbread when she caught Marc’s eye. “Are you going to sit there staring at me the whole time?”
He shrugged but didn’t look away. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again. Then… After how I found you… I didn’t think I’d ever see the real you ever again.”
She gave him a look. “You’re one to talk. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again after you left. Then when I found what I thought was you back in London faking an accent and amnesia…”
Marc nodded and stared down at his plate of untouched food. “Fair. I didn’t mean to… No, that’s not true. I did mean to. I just didn’t think I’d come out on the other side and get to see the trouble I caused.”
Layla frowned at him and got up. She pulled her chair around the table then sat down, next to him. She dipped some bread in hummus and held it up to him. “Eat, Marc.”
He blinked at the bread then slowly took it and at last took a bite. She watched him until he started to eat his own food then she dug back into her own plate. “Steven doesn’t yet know about your bad habits, but I do.” She sipped her tea and sighed. “I love you. I love you so much. You don’t know how much it meant to me that it was you that found me. You that carried me here. I could have never left on my own. He had me so far in my head that I think I would have followed him to Ammit herself and accepted my fate.”
Marc sipped his own coffee and continued to stare at her. She was used to his gaze. She used to catch him staring at her all the time. Like he couldn’t believe that she was really there with him by her own choice.
Finishing her food, she glanced down and sighed. “I suppose I should get dressed. This is going to absolutely be depressing.”
Marc flushed and smiled. “I mean… Once we get home if you feel more comfortable like this I’m not going to complain.”
She stuck her tongue out at him and got up. “Steven might find it distracting.”
“Steven is being very adamant right now that he doesn’t mind if you don’t mind.” Marc smirked and sat back in his chair. “A little birdie tells me that you two had…relations.”
“You don’t mind, do you?” She picked up one of the shopping bags and started to dig through it. “I had some pent up feelings and… Honestly it helped. Seeing how different it was with him compared to how I’ve been treated… It did wonders.”
Marc shook his head. “I’m happy for you two. I really am. If it helps that much I’d have you two do it ten times a day just to see you be you again.”
She pulled out a few items and checked their cut and size before she settled on a simple T-shirt and jeans. She skipped the underwear, worried that it would be too harsh against her. “I could easily go ten times a day. You have no idea what my libido is like right now.”
She pulled on the shirt and was instantly devastated. It was a size too small and her breasts strained against the thin fabric.
There was a clatter as Marc’s elbow slipped off the table. The look on his face was strained as he stared at her. “I think naked was somehow better. You walk around like that and I’m going to be the one distracted.”
She smirked at that, feeling a bit of self confidence return. She held up the jeans, noting that they were her usual size. She wiggled her hips as she stepped into them and pulled them up. They squeezed past her hips and settled in easy enough until the seam slipped up between her folds and rubbed against her clit.
“Ahh..Ah…” She took a step and moaned. “Oh no.” Sitting down sent a hot flash through her system and she nearly orgasmed right then and there. “Oh god. I can’t do this… Marc…” She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
“Hey. It’s okay. I’ll be with you the whole time.” He lay a hand over her elbow gently. “Maybe try the skirt? There’s a dress in there too.”
“You got me a cocktail dress.” She laughed. “I’m not wearing that.”
Marc shrugged and looked away. “You should have seen what Steven tried to pick out for you. I think he has some hidden fetish that you two should explore later.”
She groaned and slipped out of the jeans and into a skirt that thankfully flowed freely and came down to her knees. Pulling a jacket over the shirt gave her a little room to cover herself up and she started to feel a little better.
Layla sighed and sat back down. A thought occurred to her. “Steven said you wanted to make sure Harrow was dealt with. Did you….?”
Marc stiffened. “No. He’s alive. Steven worked something out and we aren’t working for Khonshu anymore either. If he wants Harrow dead he’ll have to find someone else.”
“What did you do with him?” She glanced at the window as if expecting to find him there.
“Steven and I agreed that you don’t need to know where he is…” Marc wouldn’t meet her eyes. “Just know that he’s in a secure location and won’t be coming after either of us again.”
There was obviously some fear that she might decide to go find him herself. She didn’t blame them. It was probably a wise choice on their part. She didn’t know what she would do if she found him again.
“I want to leave. I don’t want to risk running into any of his people here. Secure or not, they could get him out if they really tried. I’m sure of it.” Layla stood up. “Is there a plane we need to wait for?”
Marc frowned then shook his head. “I called in a favor. I’m not putting you on a crowded plane with strangers. Not like this. Not till you’re ready.”
She relaxed a little. It wasn’t the first time that she was thankful for Marc’s sordid past, but it was the first time she was thankful that he wasn’t afraid to make use of it.
“What about the pilot? You aren’t going to owe someone something that you’ll regret later, right?” She hated the idea that Marc was out of one contract and always putting himself into another.
Marc laughed. “He’s a good man. Don’t worry. The only thing he wants in return is a night out on the town.” He paused. “You aren’t the only one I ran out on. I guess I have a few bad habits.”
She smiled and slid her fingers through his hair, adjusting his curls back into place. “I trust you. If you say he’s good, then I trust you.”
–
Leaving the hotel was terrifying. She looked at anyone around her with mistrust and deep suspicion. Were they looking at her because they knew her or was it because of her look? Part of her wanted them to look. She wanted to walk down the street and demand that they follow her and love her. She wanted to get lost and drunk on their desires to appease her.
She clung to Marc’s arm tightly. She was afraid that if she let go she would simply be swept away and wander off.
He held her arm in his, guiding her as they got into a taxi and rode to the airfield. Her anxiety spiked as she struggled with the sensation of tight and compressive clothes squeezing her. It somehow made things worse as she felt more exposed each time her shirt pulled across her chest.
She sat in the seat next to him and felt her need rise and fall as she struggled to contain herself. Her fingers dug into her shirt and clutched at the fabric and she stared into the distance, trembling as she tried not to think of the last car ride she took with Harrow. Harrow who distracted her with pleasure. Who each time she thought with her own mind would drag her back to his with a casual touch and reminder of her place.
Next to her, Marc took her hand and squeezed hard, bringing her back. “Hey. It’s alright.”
She looked at him and nodded then leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. “Just hard not to think about it…”
“Yeah… I understand more than you know.” He nuzzled her hair and held her close.
Once they got to the airfield, they were met by a man with a heavy french accent. He introduced himself as Jean-Paul ‘but you can call me Frenchie’ and kissed her cheek, complimenting her as a fine reason for Marc to have fallen off the face of the earth then spent the rest of the prep time harassing Marc about old times and bad choices.
Watching him ease into a familiar interaction was surprising. It was almost like watching him become someone else all over again as he laughed and clapped the man on the back, joking and talking openly.
She wondered just how much this man truly did know Marc. More than a few times he would pause and grow quiet as he stared off into the distance then shake his head and power through. Perhaps Steven was just as curious as she was.
It was a relatively small plane and she sat in the back, strapped in tightly, while Marc sat co-pilot and took instructions from the pilot naturally.
Partway into the trip, Marc jerked and looked around. He glanced back at Layla and smiled. She smiled brightly, starting to recognize the facial differences as Steven waved at her.
He hesitantly got up and slid to the back, quickly strapping himself in next to her. “Heya.” He grinned. “Marc was spacing out and said I could come check on you.”
She reached out and took his hand. “Not the first time I’ve been on a plane like this. I’ve actually been in smaller ones. This is nothing compared to what I used to take to get out to the desert.”
Steven nodded. “I don’t remember being on any planes, but I must have at some point to end up in England. Not like I swam across the Atlantic.”
“Are you two still doing alright? I’ve never seen Marc be so friendly with someone before.” She glanced up at the pilot.
“Yeah. He tried to shut me out a few times. I don’t think he wants me to introduce myself yet.” Steven shrugged. “Probably still embarrassed by the little Englishman he made up in his head.”
“You are nothing to be embarrassed by.” Layla looked at him lovingly. “He’s probably just not used to sharing you with people.”
Steven nodded but still looked contemplative. “How are you doing? You look… Well you look amazing but I’m willing to bet you would have been happier if I’d picked something a little less restrictive.”
“Want the truth?” She looked at him fully.
“All about honesty over here.” He looked at her with wide eyes.
“I’m sitting in a puddle. The vibrations of the engine are getting to me. My breasts are being squeezed in this shirt. I should have opted into wearing the damn underwear because all I can think about is how easy it would be to sit in your lap right now and ride your cock till we land.” She huffed and sat back.
Steven stared at her. “That…That certainly is honesty.”
She sighed in frustration and looked forward. “I’d even let the pilot watch. He could join in for all I cared. I… I’d let him cum on me if he wanted to. It’s what I would have done in the town.”
“Frenchie isn’t into that.” Marc’s voice startled her. “If he was going to cum on someone it’d be me and honestly, I’d rather he didn’t. He needs to fly the plane and he isn’t well known for being able to multitask.”
“Did I scare off Steven?” She gave him a miserable look.
Marc laughed. “No. He’s having a time out. I think he was this close to taking you up on the offer. He’s still very much in awe of you and you could offer him a dirt sandwich and he’d accept it gladly.”
“Sorry.” She flushed. “I’ll be alright. Really I will. I put up with worse. I don’t always need to have sex. I was certainly denied it enough that I know how to not jump people.” She looked out the small window.
“He tortured you, didn’t he?” Marc leaned forward in his seat. “You don’t think so… But he did. I learned all about torture in the Marines. More so when I went rogue. He offers you things you want. Things you think you need. Maybe even gives you a taste so you know how much you need and want them… Then he withholds it from you. Keeps it away till you think you’ll go crazy if you don’t get it. You’ll do anything for it.”
“It didn’t hurt.” She defended quickly.
“Doesn’t have to.” He glanced over at her. “Torture isn’t always about pain. Sometimes it’s about just making you trust them. Making you feel loved and important. They build you up with so much that you feel high as a fucking kite and so privileged to be with them. Then they rip it out from under you. Make you feel like you deserve it. Make you feel like you were the one that did wrong so that you’ll do anything in the world just to get back to that high again.”
She looked at him quietly. “Have you ever been tortured?”
His jaw set into a hard line and he stared forward. He at last nodded his head just enough for her to see it.
“I’m sorry.” She looked down. “He did those things. I was so lost in the feeling of what it was like to be loved. I did so many things just because I thought they would please him. If I pleased him enough then maybe he’d fuck me. I just wanted him to touch me. To be happy with me. Every time I let him down he kept me from getting anything.”
Marc nodded again and reached out to take her hand. “I’m not here to tell you the right way to get over this. Clearly I’m not the person you should be asking on how to deal with it. My great plan was apparently to become two people.”
“I think the boat has sailed on that one.” She smiled. “Just stuck with me. Me and the me with Harrow whispering in my head to satisfy everyone around me.”
“I don’t want you to satisfy me.” Marc looked back at the floor. “I’m afraid that it’s all you want because of him. That you think your worth is in just making me happy. I… I can’t let you do that. You’re worth more than that. You’re worth finding your own happiness!”
She unbuckled her seatbelt and moved across the open space then planted herself in his lap fully, thighs straddling him.
He looked up at her in surprise as she lifted her skirt and let it fall around them. Shifting her hips she rocked against him slightly and bit her lower lip. “Marc Spector…” She looked down at him fully. “Don’t you dare deny me. If I try to jump you in a busy street, maybe give me a little reminder that it isn’t the time or place. If I try to suck you off in the privacy of our own home I want you to thank me and give me your dick. He controlled everything. Everything, Marc. He fed me. He washed me. He let me use the damn bathroom. He controlled when I felt pleasure and he controlled my orgasms. If I bend over a counter and give you my ass, what do I want to hear you say?”
He swallowed hard. “Oh baby, spread those legs?”
She thrust her hips again and whimpered. “Fuck…” She shivered and gripped his shoulders tightly.
“What if…” Marc glanced away.
She smiled and kissed his forehead. “Unless you don’t want it. If you aren’t in the mood. If you think I’m being manipulative to try to get my way… Remind me that I love you and don’t give it to me.” She thought for a moment. “That goes for Steven too. I know he won’t tell me no if I push him too hard. If you catch me doing that, I want you to step in. I’m relying on you, Marc. Keep me honest.”
He nodded and relaxed under her. “Layla…” He glanced to the front.
“Don’t mind him. He’s flying the plane.” She reached down and cupped him through his pants. “You’ve been so naughty… Teasing me with this. Even Steven has been so careful… I just want to feel this cock inside me and I’m aching out here.”
Her fingers slowly unzipped his pants and fumbled with the opening for a moment then he groaned as his dick slipped out, hard and ready.
She adjusted her skirt then lifted her hips. “I’ve been waiting so long for this…” She rubbed her opening over the head slowly, coating him in her juices.
His breath hitched as she slid over him. “Oh fuck…” He whispered and clutched at her hips tightly.
She shifted and sank down onto him quickly, taking him in fully. She sat still, her eyes fluttering shut as she squeezed around him, feeling his size and shape. He wasn’t Harrow. He didn’t push into her deepest parts and strain against her insides, but he stretched her in just the right way.
“I could sit like this all day.” She gasped and squeezed him again, her insides clenching and gripping him tightly. He gasped and dug his fingers into her roughly. “Not moving. Not doing anything. I could just hold you inside me…”
“Oh fuck…Layla…” Marc’s hips twitched and he pulled her close, burying his face into her chest. “I think I could cum just from this. You’re so tight…”
She smirked and lifted her shirt, letting him nuzzle against her bare chest. “It’s been so long. You clearly forgot how good I feel.” She waited until he was sucking on a nipple before she rocked forward.
It was all he could take. His hands lifted her hips and pulled her up then pulled her back down onto him roughly. He jerked his hips to meet her as he started to kiss over her chest.
She let out a soundless gasp as he kissed over her breasts, sucking and teasing as he licked the sensitive underside then circled her areola with his tongue. He smirked up at her as he searched for her most sensitive parts and teased every part of her but her nipples.
A sharp bite was punctuated by a deep thrust as he rocked her hips again. It was everything she could do not to start crying out and moaning wantonly.
He kissed the red bite marks on her breast almost apologetically then moved his hands to lift them, pushing them together so he could easily lick across them both.
She flushed and watched him as she rocked on him. She didn’t think watching someone enjoy her breasts so much would be this much of a turn on, but each time his parted lips found flesh she groaned.
She reached a hand down and slowly traced her fingers where they joined, stroking over his cock each time she lifted her hips. “Cum in me, Marc… I want you to cum in me… Fill me. Make me yours again…”
He groaned and took a nipple in, sucking hard as he drank down her milk eagerly.
His hips bucked and she felt his warmth spread inside, sliding out around him. She clenched down and leaned forward, keeping him inside as she climaxed hard. “Nnh… Think we can stay like this the rest of the flight?” She smirked at him.
“Layla…” He groaned as she brought her fingers up to slowly lick their juices off them.
She tensed on him and breathed hard as she rocked her hips slowly, drawing it out. She wanted to make it last. She wanted him to be hers. Nothing was going to take this cock away from her ever again.
The plane jolted and he wrapped his arms around her tightly to keep her from falling off. His face buried in her chest, he looked up at her and gave her that smile that meant he was having mischievous thoughts.
“Hey, Frenchie.” He called out. “You watching where you’re going or you jacking off up there?”
“Always jacking off, Marc.” Frenchie called back. “Dreaming of that beautiful ass.”
Layla gave Marc a look.
He shrugged. “It’s just how he talks.”
“Ma’am.” He called back again. “If you could lift your skirt a little more, I would love to see that delightful cock. It’s been so long. I want to make sure it’s just how I remember it.”
Layla’s eyes widened and she looked back. The pilot gave her a thumbs up.
She looked back at Marc then smirked. “How he remembers it, hm?”
Marc shrugged. “What happens in the services stays in the services.”
She pulled off him and sank down between his legs. “How’s this, Jean-Paul?” She leaned in and gave Marc’s slick dick a soft kiss.
“Fuck!” Marc groaned and gripped the edges of his seat tightly as she leaned in and licked around the base, cleaning him off slowly before she licked up the underside and took him in, easily deep throating him and sucking.
“Mon Dieu.” The plane jolted and went into a mild dive before it leveled out again. “Madam, I salute you.”
Marc looked down at her. “Uh… Maybe…Maybe now isn’t the best time… Oh god that pained me to say it.”
She kissed the tip of his dick slowly then stood up and went back to her seat, pulling her shirt back down. She could feel his cum inside her and on her thighs and she had never felt so good.
Marc groaned and carefully tucked himself back into his pants, leaning back in his seat with a look of utter concentration.
“Don’t you dare throw Steven out here to deal with this.” She whispered. “You know he’ll just beg me to finish it.”
Marc nodded. “Yup. Yup. He’s… He’s already begging.”
“Could I pay you to finish the job?” Frenchie called out. “I would really love to see him finish.”
Layla laughed and glanced at Marc. He was still clutching at his seat tightly. “I kind of like him like this.” She lowered her voice and whispered to Marc. “You’re so fucking hot like this. Reminds me of our honeymoon.”
Marc groaned and crossed his legs. Their honeymoon had been a hormone induced thrill ride of questionable legality and far too much sex. “I’d rather not get the police involved this time.” Marc looked out the window.
They spent the rest of the plane ride laughing as Frenchie told stories of embarrassing exploits from their missions and Marc shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
When they landed and disembarked, he gave Layla a warm hug and a promise to take her anywhere, no payment needed as thanks for the show.
Marc rolled his eyes and promised not to disappear on anyone again.
“Are you going to tell him about Steven?” She sat close to him in the taxi. “Steven wants to know your life too.”
Marc shrugged. “Yeah. I’ll probably have to someday. Just hope Steven doesn’t fall for his flirtations.”
She smiled and slid her hand over his lap, pleased to feel him still partially stiff. “Marc… I want you to pound me when we get home. I want you to throw me back on the bed and stir me up. I would walk through the city with your cum sliding out of me just to show everyone that I’m yours.” She nibbled on his earlobe gently and moaned softly, just for him.
Marc let out a strangled grunt and lay a hand over hers, desperately trying to hold it still and stop her from working her fingers around his length and massaging. “Layla… I don’t know if I’m going to make it to the flat at this rate.”
She grinned and slowly slid her skirt up, letting him get a good look at her slick thighs. “Even if you don’t, I’m sure I can convince you to go again.”
She spread her legs and slowly slipped the skirt up higher, letting Marc get a good look at her. She slowly spread her folds with her fingers and sat back. “Like looking at me? I love when you look at me.” She smiled playfully. She could feel herself starting to get worked up as she slipped out of her jacket and arched her chest. Her nipples were hard and pressing against the thin fabric fully, straining as beads of milk started to dampen it.
Layla smiled and licked her lips. “I want your dick so much right now. Let me show you my love.” She smirked and got out of the cab when it pulled up to their flat. She looked around at all the people walking by and lay a hand over her lower abdomen, her eyes glazing over.
Marc paid the driver and scrambled around the cab and fumbled with his keys. He had the door open before he realized she wasn’t following.
“I could give them so much pleasure…” She whispered. “Just a few words. I think I still have it in me… Ammit’s power… Just a few words and I’d have them all on their knees…They could love me… I could love them.”
Marc scooped her up and carried her into the building. She struggled, her mind going blank as she pulled her skirt off and reached down to stroke over the mark of scales. “Please… Let me test it. I just…I just want to see! I want to see them! Let me give them love!”
He burst into their flat and marched her to the bed, tossing her back and pinning her arms above her head with one hand. He used his other hand to cover her mouth as he looked down at her, panting heavily as he prevented her from calling out the words Harrow had taught her.
“Layla!” He looked down into her eyes sternly. “Hey. It’s okay. Look at me. You’re here with me. Okay? You don’t need to prove anything to anyone else. Just you and me.”
She blinked and looked around at her familiar home. A place filled with her things. Her things with traces of Marc tossed about.
She made a sound under his hand then slowly relaxed back. He pulled his hand away and looked at her. “You okay?”
She squirmed under him and found him still pinning her down heavily. “Sorry. I… I lost myself for a moment there.”
Marc slowly released her hands and sat back, still straddling her. He looked down at the dark scales on her stomach. “They were glowing. I thought I was about to lose you back there.” He delicately touched them with a finger.
“It’s still in me.” She stayed in place, hands over her head. “Oh god, I think I really could have unleashed it again. What if Harrow felt it? What if it somehow gave him power again? What if it brought about Ammit?”
Marc’s face darkened and he looked down. “I should have ended it. I should have listened to Khonshu. I should have-”
“Marc!” She sat up and cupped his face. “No. You did the right thing. We’ll figure this out. Figure out how to get this off me. We’ll figure it out.”
Marc nodded and wrapped his arms around her. “You got too worked up. We need to figure out how not to work you up so much.”
She nodded. “I was thinking too much about how much I wanted you. How good it felt to make you want me.” She looked at him and flushed. “You know… If I’m not kept wanting I won’t get so worked up….”
“Oh yeah?” Marc gave her a hesitant smile. “Are you telling me that you need more sex so you don’t try to destroy the world?”
“Not exactly in those words…”
“Tell me what you want, Layla. Tell me how to satisfy you.” He slid his hands down her damp shirt and cupped her breasts gently.
Layla squirmed and chewed her lower lip, looking at him. His dark eyes and hair. His tight and coiled muscles. She knew the power he held. How much restraint he carried with him in everything he did.
She leaned back. “You bit me on the plane.”
Marc flushed. “Yeah, sorry. I got carried away…”
She kissed him softly. “Harrow never marked me. He humiliated me and filled me, but he made my body ache to be touched. I want you to forget about restraint. I want you to tear me up. Leave marks. I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t see straight.”
Marc nuzzled her neck and breathed in her scent deeply. “Layla… I could never hurt you.”
“Then don’t.” She slid her hands down his back and dug her nails in. “If it hurts or it gets too much, I’ll tell you to stop. If you get too in your head, then you stop.”
He groaned as her nails raked down his back and he looked up at her. She could tell he was struggling until she reached down and grabbed his dick through his pants, squeezing hard. “Fuck me, Marc. I want to scream your name till I’m hoarse.”
He shoved her back on the bed and stood over her, stripping and tossing his clothes aside. He gripped the front of her shirt and there was a loud ripping sound as he tore through it, her breasts spilling free.
“Oh!” She gasped as he slipped the shirt up over her arms then wrapped it around her wrists, tying them together. Moving up to straddle her midsection he pushed her breasts together and slid his cock between them.
“Lick.” He groaned. “You were so eager to kiss it on the plane. Finish the job.” He grunted as he squeezed her tits together around his dick and forced out a stream of milk to slick them up.
Layal squirmed and groaned as she watched his fat dick move against her. She slid her tongue out and slowly licked across the head each time it pushed up between her breasts.
He rutted against her roughly, squeezing and pulling at her nipples harshly, making her cry out each time he rocked forward to nudge against her mouth.
Her heartbeat was pounding as she looked up at his face, his dark eyes full of lust for her and love as even in his desperate need he was careful and watching her every response.
He moaned and pushed his dick up into her mouth as it twitched and started to spurt out thick ropes of cum.
She wrapped her lips around him eagerly and sucked, drinking him down. He moved down, lifting her hips up and pulling her to the edge of the bed so he could stand between her legs. He lifted and pressed into her in one fluid stroke.
She cried out and squirmed in his grip, hooking her legs around him to help hold herself in place. His hips jerked hard, each downward thrust jolting her whole body and making her breasts bounce on her chest as he watched her move. “Yes… Layla… Yes!”
She lay back, giving into him fully and letting him pound into her. His hands stroked down her thighs, leaving bruises where his fingers dug into her. He bent over her and she saw his arm muscles suddenly flex as he lifted her up off the bed and pulled her forward until she was riding him while he stood there gripping her tight.
She cried out and groaned at his show of strength. “Oh god Marc!” She hooked her tied arms over his head and around his neck and started to thrust her hips, gasping each time she pulled up and sank down on him. He kissed down her neck and she felt another sharp bite as he kissed over her shoulder. “Nnh!”
Each bite was punctuated with a soft kiss and suck that drove her wild. When she didn’t think she could take anymore he suddenly tossed her back on the bed roughly, letting her bounce back into place. She looked up at him with wide eyes as he stood over her, grunting and glistening in sweat. “Oh god… Fuck me…” She spread her legs and arched her chest up, shaking her shoulders to make her breasts sway for him.
He was on her in a flash, hands gripping and pawing at her chest as he sucked and licked over her breasts. Teeth found a nipple and delicately pulled, stretching her tit up slowly. She squealed as he released and let her bounce back. He smiled and recaptured the offended nipple, sucking and licking it over till milk sprayed and he drank it down.
Layla struggled to pull her hands free. She wanted to grip him. To clutch at him and dig in.
He grabbed her wrists and slammed them back above her head, holding her firmly in place. His kisses moved lower and marks bloomed down her stomach and circled around to her inner thighs as he sucked hard, leaving bright angry red outlines of his teeth.
She whimpered as he spread her legs forcefully and moved up. Terror and excitement rushed through her as she felt his teeth graze over her clit.
“Oh please… Please… Marc…” Her voice wavered and she didn’t know what she was begging for. She wanted to remind him to be gentle at her most tender area but the idea of him losing himself in her pushed through as she wanted to urge him on.
Her thighs trembled as he settled between them, hands holding them open forcefully. He let her clit slide over his closed teeth slowly so she could feel every ridge. Each gasp from her only encouraged him as he wrapped his lips around her nub and suddenly sucked hard, stretching her out and pulling her into his mouth to work his tongue across the over sensitive tip.
She clenched her thighs and screamed as he forced them back open, spreading her and only sucking harder. Orgasm rushed over her and her entrance clenched, squirting her fluids out heavily.
Marc moved lower, sliding his tongue into her, chasing the source of her fluids as he pushed in deeper and licked over every part of her he could reach.
“Marc! Marc! AH!” He moved back up, swirling his tongue around her clit before he took it in again, sucking roughly and humming around her.
Sounds left her that she didn’t know she could make as she thrashed her hips, trying to buck him off as over stimulation started to set in. “NNH! Marc please! Ah! I can’t… I can’t! Oh god!” She squirted again, her lubricant drenching him as he ate her out.
He groaned and gave her clit a light nip, making her squeal and thrash again. No matter how she moved he latched on, riding her as his tongue dug into her. When she rode out another orgasm he suddenly pulled up. She looked up at him with delirious eyes and the world spun as he lifted her and rolled her, laying back on the bed and pulling her on top. He shifted her up and let her slide down onto his raging hard dick.
She cried out, arching back as he gripped her tits and stroked her nipples, pulling and milking her roughly.
She watched him with lidded eyes, lips parted as she panted and rocked her hips, riding him as he bucked under her roughly. “Hnnn Maaaarc….” She groaned and felt her insides cling to him. “Oh Marc… I love you… I love you!” She shuddered.
“Layla…” He pulled her down and captured her lips in a kiss, sucking them and sliding his tongue into her, letting her taste herself on him.
He groaned into the kiss as he came at last, his dick pulsing hard inside her as she clenched down and climaxed with him.
She trembled and collapsed down on him, her body spent as she rested her head on his chest.
He pulled her close and stroked her hair gently. “I love you.” He breathed out, his own breath shaky as he relaxed back into the bed. “I love you I love you I love you… I’m never letting you go again.”
“Mnh.” She nuzzled his chest as he reached up and untied her wrists, tossing her torn shirt aside. “Don’t you dare move. I want to stay like this. I want to feel you inside me.”
Marc nodded and pulled her close. “We’ll get cleaned up later. Just rest now…”
She smiled up at him and closed her eyes, letting her body wind down. Her insides spasmed now and then, clenching around his dick as if checking to make sure it was still there. She was pretty sure that if she had any energy left that she would have cum just from feeling him inside her.
Sleep claimed her and she had a dreamless sleep, deep and perfect.
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She was vaguely aware of feeling the body under her shift and pull away at some point in the night. She looked up with blurry and tired eyes as she felt a warm cloth on her body, wiping her down and gently cleaning the sweat and cum off of her. She lazily spread her legs, letting the cloth clean down her thighs and so softly and gently wipe off her sex.
She smiled and mumbled, “Thank you…”
A moment later light fingers traced some of the nastier bite marks that had actually broken skin. There was the sound of something rummaging and she felt ointment being gently rubbed into the wounds.
The tender fingers slid down to her abdomen and lingered over the mark of the scales, slowly tracing them. The bed shifted and she looked up to see him leaning over her, gently looking over a dark bruise on her shoulder.
“When morning comes, you need to ice these. Keep the swelling down.” The accent was there, but something was off. It was forced. Like someone forcing out Marc’s thick Chicago accent that only really came to full surface when he was stressed.
“Marc?” She tried to see through the dark room to look up at his face.
He looked down at her, his face drawn up in concern. HIs eyebrows weren’t right. His eyes weren’t right.
“Go back to sleep.” He kissed her forehead and stroked her hair softly. “I’ll take care of you. I will make this right.”
Sleep won out and she nestled back into the bed, falling asleep. She had never felt so safe in her life. His words felt true. He was going to make this right. Whatever was wrong, it was all going to be right soon.
When she woke up again, the sun was coming through the blinds and she was alone.
Sitting up, she got up, wincing at all the reminders of the rough night before. A long shower eased her sore muscles. Toweling off she noticed a folded note on the side table next to antibiotic ointment.
“Ice the bruises. Especially the one on your shoulder. Apply the ointment to the wounds. I will be back tomorrow.”
It wasn’t signed. It didn’t look like Marc’s blocky handwriting and from what she had seen of Steven’s flowing and quick penmanship it didn’t look like his either.
She did as she was told, taking care of the wounds and exploring the trail of hickies and bruises Marc had left on her. She was almost sad she couldn’t go out walking around naked. Let everyone see how much her husband loved her.
She spent the day alone, trying to reacquaint herself with her life. She tried on old clothes, trying to find things that might still fit her and was pleased to find a few things, though they did stretch tightly across her chest.
She cooked and cleaned, settling back into a boring and quiet routine. Something that calmed her mind after everything. It wasn’t so bad.
Mid day when her chest started to ache, she stood over the sink and slowly massaged her chest, trying to replicate what Steven had done to help ease the pain. When she slowly pulled her nipples, spraying her milk into the sink she shuddered, feeling like some sort of animal just standing there and being milked. She hated it. She needed Steven or Marc there to lovingly suck from her. Anything to make it feel like she was more than just a thing to produce milk.
She was just finishing up the milking process when her lower abdomen started to burn.
“What…What’s happening?” She groaned and clutched at her stomach, doubling over as the heat grew hotter and spread.
Gasping out she collapsed to her knees, whimpering pitifully. The heat started to fade after a few minutes and she looked down.
The dark scales on her lower abdomen were glowing a dark purple and pulsing. The heat disappeared and the scales started to fade as she watched. “What?” She slid her fingers across the spot as the last of the mark disappeared.
Confusion filled her. What did this mean? Was Ammit’s power gone?
She ran to the balcony and looked down at the people below. Whispering the words of Ammit’s power she glanced around. No one so much as looked up. Nothing glowed and she didn’t feel any different.
Going back inside she sat down heavily. She knew what this meant. Deep inside she knew that Harrow was gone. Ammit with him. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Tears of loss, relief, and anger.
She was glad he was gone. She knew she had always been at risk of finding him and returning to the way he had changed her. With him gone and Ammit gone, no matter what his followers believed, there was no way they could carry it out.
She could always fantasize about going back to the town and just living off of their lingering love, but the followers would dwindle over time. There was nothing there for her unless she declared herself a god and had proof. The proof was now gone.
It was late at night when she heard the door open. She had not slept, her mind spiraling over what it all meant. Maybe he had found someone else and rejected her. What if Harrow was testing her. What if it was a trap?
She looked up as a familiar shape came in with unfamiliar eyes. He stopped and looked at her, clearly not expecting to see her awake.
She looked him over, noticing the flecks of blood across his collar and shirt. He reached up and took off his cap then slowly pulled off his gloves, setting them aside as he looked at her.
“Harrow?” She swallowed hard.
The man hesitated, trying to decide how to respond. At last he exhaled and all pretenses of accents left. “Si. He is dead.” His own accent was heavy and flowed over his tongue.
“And Ammit?” She crossed her arms.
“She was banished into him. Dead or further locked out of our plane. Whatever happens to gods when the host dies.” He shrugged.
“Did you do this for me?” She looked him over, taking in the way he stood. He brought the body up to full height, his posture relaxed but straight.
“And us.” He took off his coat and set it with the hat and gloves. She imagined he would need a dry cleaner later to get the blood out. “He didn’t just hurt you. I could not let that threat linger.”
She relaxed and took a seat. “Did he suffer?”
“Not really. He did experience some distress though. As brief as it was.” He made a finger gun sign with his hand and fired it a few times.
“Thank you.” She looked up at him earnestly. “You have no idea how much this frees me.”
He nodded then looked at her curiously for a moment. “You still look… Changed.”
She looked down at her body. “Yeah. I didn’t figure that would just fade away. Still dripping milk too. I think this is all to stay.”
“Do you hate it?” He undid his tie and rolled it up, setting it on a side table. She had to admit that he was a snappy dresser. “I have connections…”
She raised an eyebrow at that. “No.” She laughed softly. “I guess I don’t hate it. Maybe sometimes… But changing my body isn’t going to change what he did to me. I might as well enjoy it.” She gave him a curious look. “Maybe someday if it gets to be too much…”
He nodded and sat down, still watching her. His eyes took all of her in at once. He didn’t stare at her or look embarrassed. He simply watched her.
It occurred to her that perhaps he was waiting for her to leave or do something. If he wanted to slip Marc of Steven back in without them noticing, he couldn’t just leave them there dressed like that covered in that blood spray with her standing there.
“They don’t know you.” She got up and walked over to him, standing before him openly. “I don’t know you either, do I?”
He frowned and shook his head. “I’d like to keep that as long as I can.” He sighed. “Please.”
He was polite. She liked that. Perhaps even a little shy? Despite the front he put up of full control and casualty, she sensed he was nervous.
“Staying hidden all the time… Yet you do this big thing for them. For me.” She leaned in. “May I thank you properly?”
He never once looked away or pulled back. Perhaps shy wasn’t the right word. What then?
“I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.” He reached up and lightly touched one of the bruises Marc had left. “You need to heal.”
“I wasn’t offering a fuck.” She laughed.
He tilted his head slightly as he regarded her then he leaned in and brushed his lips over hers. It was soft and feather light. When her lips parted in a soft breath he coaxed her to lean into him before he captured them in a gentle kiss that slowly pressed in deeper and renewed with vigor as he leaned back into her. When he pulled back she was left breathless, her lower lip trembling as she licked it lightly.
“You’re welcome.” He smiled. It wasn’t Marc’s cheeky grin and Steven’s sweet and open smile. It was cocky and confident.
She had pegged him wrong. He wasn’t shy or nervous at all. He was confident. His only anxiety was the fact that she was there keeping him from slipping away. This was a man that got what he went after.
“Oh…” She breathed out and looked up into his dark eyes. “That’s it? Is that all you want?”
He lifted a hand, curling a finger under her chin and lifting her face up to look at her fully. “We don’t know each other. I believe taking you in this state or you believing you owe me something is the definition of taking advantage of someone.”
Her heart fluttered. “I’m Layla.” She blurted out.
His smile turned into a soft laugh. “I know.”
“I… I could know you!” She blushed. “Please let me know you…”
He leaned in again, stopping just short of her lips. “I’m Jake.”
“Jake…” She breathed out as he captured her lips again. Her head spun. Why was he so good at this? She had Marc and Steven. Why did the sudden appearance of someone else in her husband’s body make her heart flutter?
He rested his forehead on hers and breathed deeply. “Are you just looking for someone else to love? Did he hurt you so much that you cannot imagine a life without spreading yourself across so many people?”
She shuddered as he hit the hammer on the nail. “Maybe I am so in love with this body that any time I find someone else inside I need to know them too?” She slid her hands up over his chest slowly. “Is that so hard to imagine?”
He chuckled and took a step back. “I know you already. I already know how I feel about you. I already know what I want to do to you. I already have imagined how I want to bend you over and take you in ways Marc or Steven haven’t thought of yet.”
She flushed and felt her wetness start to drip down her thighs as she clung to his every word. “You seem to have me at a disadvantage then.”
“Seems I do.” He placed his hands on his hips and looked at her. “I had all that planned out before the changes. Perhaps I didn’t think I’d ever get the opportunity. But things have changed…”
She nodded. “Do…Do you like my changes?” She nervously looked down, suddenly afraid he would reject her. That he would disappear and she’d never meet him again.
He reached down and adjusted himself and she couldn’t help but notice as his fingers lingered on his groin and squeezed the prominent bulge that was there before his hands returned to his hips.
“Si.” He moved back to her and slowly slid a finger down her chest, tracing her sternum. “Your breasts are amazing… I imagine that Steven will suck on them all day if you let him. He has a bit of a complex.” His finger slid lower across her now blank abdomen and stopped just above her clit. “This is a gift. If you let him, Marc will eat you out like a starved man. I can hear him thinking about how much he wants to play with your slick clit all the time. He likes driving you wild.”
She shivered. “And Jake?” She was breathing deeply. “Do you like it?”
He dipped his finger past her folds, pressing up into her to collect her lubricant then pulled his hand away and slowly circled her.
He spread her legs and his finger slowly started to circle her asshole, tracing the sensitive muscles there before dipping inside and testing how much give she had.
“Oh…” She shivered and clenched around his finger before relaxing and feeling him slowly stretch her.
He stepped up behind her and brushed her hair to the side before he started to kiss down the back of her neck. “I don’t have to worry about hurting you anymore, it seems…. Did he fuck you here?”
Her breaths started to come in quick gasps as he slid a second finger in and slowly scissored them. “No… He… He put a plug in me. A tail.” She whimpered and arched her lower back out towards him, grinding her hips back. “It shocked me when I didn’t please him.”
“What a waste of a beautiful ass.” He slid a hand over her hip and down across her backside slowly. His lips slid down her spine to between her shoulder blades and he kissed softly to her shoulder. “You can say no.”
She shook her head, breathing hard as she leaned back into him. “I want it. Make me feel something I’ve never had before. Give me something that bastard couldn’t give me.”
Jake smiled and stepped away. She stood in the center of the room trembling in anticipation as she heard him moving around her flat. She kept her eyes closed, still afraid that he would still disappear. Maybe it was a hallucination.
Hands found her waist and slowly guided her. She followed him blindly, trusting in him fully. She was suddenly up against the end of her couch. Her eyes fluttered open as he pushed her till she bent over the armrest. He had stacked up some pillows with a soft blanket over them to cushion her as she leaned down.
The reality of the position got to her and she glanced back, her ass up in the air and presenting to him. “Ah…” She squirmed and looked down to see her breasts hanging under her heavily.
Looking back again she saw him behind her, naked and looking at her, taking her in.
She wiggled her hips a little and spread her legs as much as she could without losing her balance.
Something cold and wet slid down between her cheeks and she knew he had found the lubricant. Something she had thought she would never need again with how readily she dripped at just the thought of sexual contact.
“Jake…” She whimpered as she felt him step up behind her. His hands slid over her hips, careful to avoid the dark bruises Marc had left behind where he had gripped her tightly. He leaned in and kissed the back of her neck again.
“Be still,” he whispered and she felt his slicked up dick slide against her before it settled at her tight hole. “And breathe.”
His hips pushed and her breath hitched as he popped through easily then slid in till his hips met hers.
She gripped the pillows under her and let out a strangled groan, shaking her head as she forced herself to relax and breathe. Her muscles stretched and gripped him, squeezing and trying to push him back out before relaxing and slowly tightening around him again.
“Breathe, Layla.” He kissed her neck and exhaled as he pulled out till she was just barely gripping the head. She gasped and he pushed back in, sliding in steadily and smoothly.
She swayed forward as he pushed and she planted her hands on the couch for balance. She looked down and watched her breasts sway, her nipples fully hard and starting to drip milk as she started to get worked up.
He pulled out again and she was pulled back with him. He grunted and gripped her hips harder then pulled as he pushed back into her, forcing her to meet him as he buried himself deeply into her.
She threw her head back and groaned. “Oh… Oh god…” She gasped as he started to move in her faster, pulling and pushing her hips. Sensation was building in a way she had never felt before and she struggled to process it.
A hand slid down and his nimble fingers found her clit and tweaked sharply as he pushed back into her.
A moan was wrenched from her as she tightened down and squeezed on him hard.
He breathed out in her ear and whispered, “Yes… Yes Hermosa… Just like that… Relax. Let me give you this.”
She bucked her hips as he tweaked her clit again and gasped as he jerked his hips to meet her again. His pace was picking up and he was starting to move harder. She could feel his restraint starting to fade and she knew just how hard those hips could work if they wanted to.
“Yes…” She gasped back at him. “Do it… Do it Jake… Fuck me.”
It was all he needed. He hunched over her and his hips slammed in hard, filling her then pulling out again before she could process it. Lips brushed over her spine and each time she moved forward away from him he would tweak his fingers and punish her still sensitive clit.
Her voice started to build, gasping with each exhale. “Nnh… Ah….”
He pulled out of her fully and she trembled as she felt her hole start to shrink down again. His hips jerked and he slammed into her fully, stretching her nerves and muscles brutally.
She screamed and came hard, her insides clamping down on him desperately. He caught her clit between his knuckles and rocked them sharply, rolling her clit back and forth. Her body tensed and she thrashed back on him, bucking her hips and making small squeaking sounds as her breath escaped her and she struggled to catch it again.
He waited for her to catch her breath, making sure she was aware of her situation fully, then he started to move again, returning to his slow and confident strokes of thrusting into her and out fully.
A gasping whine escaped her as she rocked on him, helpless in his pace and grip.
“Good…” He nuzzled her ear. “Good, Layla… I knew you could do it. Still feel good?”
She nodded. “Mmm-hmmm.” She shivered as his fingers slowly slipped back down to her clit. “Yes… So good.”
She wiggled her ass and eagerly arched her hips to meet his fingers. “Yes. Please, Jake… Do it… Touch me like that. Touch my clit.” She groaned and stared down at herself, watching as her body moved. “Make me cum again…”
He smiled and he trapped her clit in his knuckles again, rocking it and rolling it each time he bucked into her.
She felt it building this time and she started to hump his hand and buck back on him desperately. She craved it. She wanted to get him off. She wanted him to cum inside her and fill her in a place Harrow had never cared about.
He rocked his knuckles hard and she squealed as she came again, arching back into him and shaking her head as she fought through the pleasure. “NNhah!” She felt her head grow fuzzy and she reached back to trap his hand, keeping him at her clit as she humped against it roughly. “Jake! Jake!” She groaned his name to stay grounded and clenched on him hard.
He was not expecting her sudden passion and he let out a deep moan that sent shivers through her spine. “Oh yes…. Say my name again… Layla… Say it again!”
He pulled her clit sharply and she nearly collapsed into the couch as her body spasmed. “Jake! Fuck me Jake! Oh god! Fuck my ass!”
He buried deep inside her and she felt his dick twitch and the odd sensation of his cum filling her.
She buried her face into the couch cushion to muffle her screams as she climaxed again. It was almost too much. Her head felt clear and all she could hear was Jake’s soft moans and whispers of “Layla… Good girl… Just like that… Just let yourself go…Tell me what you want.”
She felt him pull out of her and she groaned as her hole relaxed and tightened up, trapping his thick sperm inside.
He kissed the back of her neck and nuzzled just under her ear gently. “Layla… You have to relax…”
She realized she still had his hand trapped in her tight grip, her clit still squeezed tightly between his knuckles. She shook her head and squirmed, trembling as she squeezed and forced her own orgasm to drag out.
He laughed softly and let her keep control as she rocked her hips against his hand, both overwhelmed and wanting to stop but too caught up on the sensation and desperately wanting to see how high it could take her.
“Layla… You need to relax. You’re going to knock yourself out.” Still he didn’t try to force his hand away. He continued to kiss her neck, his free hand gently stroking her hips.
She gasped. The whole situation was in her head now. Her ass in the air and being fucked by a man she had just met, but who knew her and loved her. Harrow was dead and could never control her again. Control was hers. Hers to do with as she pleased.
“I’m in control now!” She gasped out and screamed into the couch cushion again as she peaked again. She squeezed his hand and he rocked his knuckles for her, grinding into her clit to force her pleasure higher. “Yes!” She shuddered and let out a raspy groan, her throat ragged from breathing so hard and screaming.
“Yes, Hermosa.” Jake snaked an arm around her and stroked over her chest gently. “You’re in control. Just you… Make this body work for you, Layla.” He groaned and she felt his dick stir behind her.
She looked back at him, her face red and her eyes hard as she focused in on him. “Fuck me again! I want you inside me!”
“Layla… Anything for you…” He pushed into her again and she threw her head back, moaning his name pitifully as she felt him start to move in her again.
He tried to let up on her clit and she dug her nails into his hand, clutching it in place. “Don’t you dare. It’s mine…” She moaned and ground her hips back into him. “Mine…”
He groaned and bucked into her hard. “Yes… Layla. You’re in control. It’s all yours.” He gasped and gripped a breast tightly as he braced himself. “I’m all yours. My dick is yours, my beautiful love.”
Her legs were trembling and her arms ached as she pushed higher still. She didn’t know where her orgasms started and stopped. All she knew was that there was a sensation flashing through her body and she owned it.
He wasn’t going to last long. The wild creature underneath him was writhing and bucking on him in ways he had never felt before. He knew his hand was bleeding where she had latched on but he wasn’t about to fight her. She needed this. This was her moment and if he tried to take this from her now he didn’t know what she would do.
He pressed his free hand over her heart, checking her vitals to make sure she wasn’t going to push herself too far.
He came in her again and she screamed as her body spasmed and threatened to collapse.
Everything gave out at once as she sank down limply into the couch, her hips jerking and her whole body slumped forward.
Jake slowly pulled out of her and rolled her over.
He tried to pull his hand away and she jerked, her fingers trying to cling to him. “Nnh…”
He smiled and leaned down to gently kiss her hand. “It’s okay. You can let go now.”
Slowly her fingers loosened and he pulled his hand free.
He definitely had nail marks in his hand and blood was slowly dripping down his fingers. That would be hard to explain to Marc later.
She gazed up at him, slipping in and out of awareness as she floated in pleasure. Now and then she made small moaning sounds and her hips jerked as she struggled to comprehend the lost sensation. Her face was stained in tears and her eyes were red.
“You overdid it.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead gently. “Layla…Hermosa…” He looked her over and shook his head.
He lifted her up and gently set her down on the bed. She moaned and squirmed slightly then lay back. It took her a moment as she struggled to form words. At last she looked up at him and was able to focus. “Jake. I’m sorry.”
He sat next to her and gently brushed her hair out of her face. “No. This was yours. This was yours to reclaim. Your body, your will, your everything.”
She tried to sit up then collapsed back again. “I’m glad he’s dead.” She sighed. “I’m glad Marc didn’t do it. I’m glad it was you.”
Jake smiled and rolled her over, moving to slowly rub her back. “It’s what I’m here for. I do the hard things that need to be done to keep us all safe and in a good place.”
“Is that why you let me…go a little crazy here?” She turned her head to look at him and felt her body slowly start to come down at last and relax as he stroked up and down her back. “You’re letting me work out my mental issues?”
Jake sighed. “I’m Marc’s protector. Steven too if he needs it. I let you work out your issues because you needed it. Protecting you protects them.”
“What if it gets bad again? What if I need this again?” She blushed and felt tears slip down her cheek again. “I don’t want Marc or Steven to see this. They won’t understand… They’ll think it’s their fault.”
Jake nodded. “Hermosa… Getting control back from your abuser comes in all sorts of different ways. If you need to take control by fucking yourself silly, then I would rather you do it with someone there who cares about you to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.” He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek gently. “If you need it, I will be here. I will always be here for you.”
“Did you have to do this? Marc said he was abused for a long time…” She remembered him mentioning that Khonshu was out of his life now. He was free too. What would Marc do in order to take back control?
Jake nodded. “I did. Marc joined the military as his rebellion then joined the mercenaries. I did other things...”
“Did it work?” She was afraid of the answer.
Jake sighed and moved to lay down next to her, pulling her close and supporting her against himself. “It helped. Eventually I learned how to deal with it.”
She curled up into him and smiled as he wrapped his arms around her. “Thank you, Jake.”
“Do me three favors.” He brushed his hair back and settled in next to her. “Don’t mention me to them. Or that Harrow is gone. I’m sure they’ll find out he’s dead eventually but…”
“I understand.” She smiled. “I won’t tell them anything. Just…Promise me that you’ll introduce yourself soon. They deserve to know about you and you deserve to know them.”
He frowned then nodded. “I promise.” He gave her a serious look then. “This one is going to be the hard part. Take the next day off. Your body needs to recover. You are bruised, cut up, and you nearly knocked yourself out. Take the day off. If you try to get them to fuck you I will take over and dump you in the cold shower.”
She gave him a worried look. “I think I can do that. I was rough on Marc and I think he’s going to need a day too. Steven… Maybe I can just give him a…” She caught his look and nodded. “Right. Your body might need some rest too.”
Jake smirked. “Don’t test me. All you need to do with Steven is ask him to take care of you and he will be in heaven.”
“What’s the third thing?” She gave him a look and braced for the worst.
“Send my clothes to the cleaner before the others see them. Then hide them.” He frowned and grumbled. “Steven can’t handle my style and Marc is not to be trusted.”
Layla laughed and relaxed back. “I can do that.”
Maybe she still had issues to work out. Maybe Marc, Steven, and Jake did too. But she felt loved. Really loved.
Things would get better. They would figure it all out and eventually maybe they would find their own version of normal. Perhaps it was a gift after all.
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A/N: It's done! Holy fuck. This was supposed to be a one shot smut and what the hell did I just write?
I hope you all that got invested enjoyed what ever this ended up being. Follow for more porn that apparently turns into massive works of character exploration and strife? I seriously could have made this longer but... I'm supposed to be working on other fics right now and I gotta save the actual Non-smut for things that people will read for the plot. ;)Thanks to my supporters and hope to see you in the next one!