Queen-side Bishop to B7

"That bitch poisoned Markus!"

"I'll kill her!"

"I'll **** her in front of her friends!"

The black grunt Cultists muttered similar threats as they looked over at the woman in the bodysuit, each of them eager to rush forward and make her pay for what she had done to one of their own. More than a few leered at the woman's athletic body, looking at her firm thighs that are left bare by her bodysuit's design, leaving most of her pale, round thighs to be exposed to their gaze, while the cloth hugs her full breasts and outlines them very well. All wanted to make her pay...

"Mvembaanz is not impressed by idle threats." A voice from behind called out, silky and teasing. Undeniably a woman's voice, the owner of it stepping forward and glancing across the beach. A perpetual sneer was on the woman's lips as she moved, even as her red eyes glared at the men around her. She could feel many of them staring at her body, which was poorly covered by her robes, with much of the middle held together by a few black strings that left her with prominent cleavage and her 'gift' exposed to the air.

Said gift being a five-inch dark cock that throbbed and pulsed with her unending arousal, her hips idly rolling and thrusting while she did her best to focus on the task at hand. Even if the thought of breaking one of these bitches into her sex **** sounded sooooo good...

"If you have time to talk, you have time to be working towards our Dark God's divine will." She said, one of the two figures closest to their God aside from the King, though while the other was more weathered and wizened, Sharla was still youthful and beautiful, with two large breasts and a firm rear, though she took more pride in her God's gift, even if it was smaller than the cocks around her. She was still quite proud, especially since it was now a permanent part of her. And...there was a perfect piece of ass, right over there...

She could see her victory over the woman now. That cold exterior broken by her lustful rod and dark magic. That huge ass stripped of all garments and in the air for her. Her hips clapping against that ass and filling the air with the lustful rhythm of her triumph. That haughty white bitch broken and addicted to her seed...

Oh yes. It was right there. All she had to do was tap into her dark powers, and start channeling. Slowly...a tether between the two points started to form.

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