Duplicity of the Ancient Evil One…Ch 3

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The setting is Phoenicia, ancient Lebanon, specifically Berot, which is modern-day Beruit, and a Ghoul is an ancient Demon

Keywords: 

Abba — Father, 

Zawja — Wife, 

Ebn’ — Son, 

Bent — Daughter, 

Omm-Mother

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Walking into the stone bedroom, I looked around, taking it all in. While I had the memories of Assaf, things looked different. Slightly off. Little details that were inconsequential.

“Everything okay, my dear?”

I nodded, “Yes, just something feels different in here tonight and I am not sure what.”

My zawja smiled, “You never notice when I rearrange the furniture,” she laughed in the most joyous tone. “But you did tonight!”

“It must be because I missed you so much.” I pulled her in for a kiss.

“Ah, that must be it,” she purred.

My eyes wouldn’t leave her as I watched her slowly lower her robes. She looked like a goddess among the humans. How could I have gotten so lucky? It was about time that my fate shifted, and things went in my favor, and it seemed like tonight was my lucky night.

“Come here, zawja,” I wiggled my finger at her. As she sauntered across the room, I took a seat on the edge of the bed. “You’re beautiful.” My hands ran up and down her smooth arms. She was shivering. The room had a stark chill to it.

“Thank you, Assaf.”

Her body knelt, and my cock got hard. When her hands went to the buckle, holding my pants up, I pushed my hips off the bed, giving her easier access. She pulled my trousers down and looked shocked when she saw my erect cock.

“Assaf!”

I cocked my head and grinned, “Lick it.”

Her eyes went wide. I knew Assaf didn’t talk to his wife like this, but I also knew she cheated on him. Which told me she was missing something in this department. If I was going to make this life successful, my zawja wouldn’t cheat on me. I needed loyalty.

“Lick it, Ahron.”

She closed her eyes and leaned over. Ahron opened her mouth and pushing her tongue out. My cock jumped when her wet muscle touched the tip of my cock.

“Good girl,” I praised her. “Now take it all.”

My hand went to her head, and I pushed her down on my length. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but when her hands moved to my thighs, her nails digging in. I knew she was a pro. Her head undulated along my cock in a fluid motion. The tip of my head hit the back of her throat, and I heard her gag. Something about this excited me more than anything else. Holding her head in place, I left my cock pressed into the back of her throat.

“Suck harder.”

She obeyed and when her hand moved to my sac; I got excited. She wrapped her fingers around my heavy balls and when she slowly started massaging them; I was ready to release. Pulled out of her mouth quickly and grabbed her by the arms.

“Bend over woman,” I commanded.

Moving her to the bed, I thrust my cock deep into her cunt. I slapped her ass a few times in the process and when I unloaded my seed in her wet and wanting cunt; I bellowed out a grunt. My fingers kneaded into her soft skin as my hips rocked back and forth, ensuring my seed implanted in her.

“Assaf,” Ahron panted out.

“Yes?”

“You’ve changed so much since going away to war. I love this new side of you.”

I had an opportunity now; I realized. I could be honest, or I could go with her thinking Assaf had just changed. If this went poorly, I would have to kill her. I still may. But I would like to think I just impregnated her with my son.

“Do you want to know a little secret?” I decided I would go with honesty.

“Of course.”

I pulled my cock out of her, keeping her hips lifted. I didn’t want my seed spilling. I moved my arms under her and flipped her onto her back. Her legs fell along either side of me, my cock laying against the crack of her ass. My fingers were touching her mound, playing with her brown curls that covered her delicate spot.

“I have changed since I came home from war. I am glad you like it.”

“It’s like you look the same, but you’re not the same.”

Our eyes locked. My fingers were now stroking the inside of her cunt. I was watching the cues she gave me in her facial expression.

“What I am going to tell you is hard to believe, but it’s the truth.”

My thumb was pressed on her clit. She was withering under my touch. Her moans were like songs in my mind.

“Your husband, Assaf, also died on the battlefield that day. My name is Suhel. I’m a Ghoul.”

Her juices were flowing from her cunt. My hand was coated in them as I milked her clit.

“He summoned me to help him win the war. He promised me payment. When he gave me your ebn’, as my payment, he was already dead. And I could tell your ebn’ was not Assaf’s ebn’. So, I killed him.”

“What?” Ahron’s voice was elevated. I didn’t know if it was in anger or pleasure from her orgasm I was pulling from her.

“I’m sorry your men are dead. But I am Assaf now. And you’re my zawja.”

Her body was now bucking against my hand. Tears were in her eyes, and I knew she had a mix of pleasure and pain filling her right now. I leaned over and kissed her. Our lips opening to one another, our tongues dancing together. When I broke away, I leaned down and said into her ear, “You will be a queen on this planet now. You and your bent. Our bent. And the ebn’ we just made tonight. You will seek no more anyone else’s bed ever again. You’re mine.”

“Suhel?”

My name on her lips made my blood feel like fire.

“Say my name again.”

“Suhel,” she moaned louder.

Hearing my name on her tongue made me hard again. I slid my cock back into her. Slowly driving my dick in and out. She was soaking wet, and I wanted nothing more than to spill my seed again inside her.

“I want to see the real you while we make love,” she said.

My body froze. “Are you sure?”

She nodded, “Take me Suhel, take me as you.”

My body transformed into my demon form. My skin turned black, my horns and scales appeared. Her eyes widened and her body reacted. But not the way I pictured.

She came again on my cock at the sight of me. That was all I needed.

I fucked her pussy raw, and when we were done, I held her in my arms tight. I had one more piece of news to deliver.

“I have a son, Kamal. He will be here tomorrow to meet Amine. He will take her as his zawja.

Ahrom didn’t argue. She simply kissed me and fell asleep.

Could it be after all these years? I had finally found my mate? Would this mean I could finally be free?