Later that night

Farangis was soaking herself in the bathtub. After such a rough intercourse, she felt her hips were overworked. She dipped herself to the neck, waiting for the hot water to erase the tiredness.

Her index and middle fingers lightly ran over her pussy, then slid in and out. The sex just now didn't satisfy her enough so she had to touch herself. Arslan's royal seed flew out of her, dissolved in bath water.

Maybe it is better that way. A pregnant priestess is a taboo. His Majesty is still too young to face that kind of trouble.

Suddenly, a hand covered her mouth from behind with a cloth. Farangis struggled to resist, but some kind of strange fragrance quickly robbed her strength. Meanwhile, another hand rubbed and squeezed her breast.

After feeling that her muscles were completely relaxed, the assaulter lifted her out of the bathtub and placed her on a bed nearby, pushing her shoulders until she lay flat on her back with my legs dangling off the side. Only then did Farangis see the face of the man.

“Kubard!” She gasped, shocked briefly.

She then quickly recognized the man was not himself anymore. He had a twisted expression that no normal human could make, and his only eye was filled with black - unmistakable signs of an evil spirit's possession.

Being a priestess, Farangis had the ability to perform exorcism. But now she had neither the tool nor the strength to summon the divine power. To stall for more time, she tried to provoke the opponent:

"Having to rely on such a dirty trick to overpower a woman, I guess you are a loser who never gets the girl in life."

"Wath your mouth, insolent bitch! I'm the man who only bows to the gods in heaven and nobody on earth!"

"Oh, you are trying to sound like an important person. But empty barrels make the most noise. Maybe you are actually a no-name after all."

"A no-name? I'm Gortazes the Great, the greatest king in the history of Pars!"

Farangis knew that name. Gortazes II was the father of Osroes V and Andragoras III, thereby the adopted grandpa of Aslan. His desperation to continue his bloodline has caused a lot of tragedy.

"Why do you come to find me?"

"I know that you just had sex with that lowborn called Arslan. That's unacceptable! That bastard didn't have the royal blood flow in his veins. I return to the earth to fix that mistake."

"And how are you going to do that? His Majesty is guarded by the most elite warriors. You may possess Marzban Kubard, but you don't have his sword skill. I advise you to return to the land of the dead. His Majesty is a good king and through him, your legacy won't be forgotten."

The man gave her a hard slap: "Shut up, bitch! Never call that bastard 'His Majesty' in front of me!"

After a while, the possessed finally calmed down. He looked at Farangis and smiled wickedly: "I heard that bastard said that you are the most beautiful lady of the land, so I decided to let you have the honor of giving birth to my child. When my son grows up, he will kill the false king and reclaim the throne of Pars."

Farangis was terrified: "But that's against nature! A dead man cannot create life! It'll be a taboo!"

The man laughed: "A priestess becoming pregnant is a taboo too, isn't it? Yet you still let that lowborn cum inside you. I must be more worthy than him to father a child with Pars' most beautiful lady."

Knowing that the deceased king wouldn't listen to reasons, Farangis pretended to obey: "If you are really Gortazes the Great, you are indeed worthy of being my man. But how do you prove you are that man?"

"I didn't have to prove my identity because someone told me to do so. But... you have called me 'a loser who never gets the girl in life', right? I'll show you how much experience I have with girls."

The man buried his face in Farangis' nether region and began to lick her pussy, causing her whole body to shiver with delight as he toyed with her clit.

The whole thing was incredible and unlike anything she’d ever experienced. She’d played with her own pussy countless times, but nothing had even come close to the pleasure that the man's tongue was doling out. He continued to lap hungrily from her crease, slurping his spit and her juices together in an unholy union that sent her to rapture.

Farangis' hands squeezed her tits uncontrollably as she enjoyed the best cunnilingus she ever had. With his tongue sliding all about her pussy it wasn’t long before her climax flourished. Her whole body became tense as she closed my eyes tight and watched the colors swirl across her eyelids.

Finally, his mouth left her cunt and she writhed on the bed, still drowning in the aftermath of her climax.

When her eyes opened again, she saw the man holding his cock in his hand, slowly sliding it over his length and keeping himself stiff as a rock.

“How about it, huh?” he said now, seeming to be all too aware of what he just did.

The post-nut clarity made Farangis feel better. She could move a bit now but was still too weak to outrun a man. She looked around and found her clothes not far away. Inside it was the tool she needed. If she had an opportunity...

"It's so wonderful, my lord. I want to feel it again."

“Ha, as expected! No woman could resist my manhood. Beg me, and I may bless you.”

“Yes, my Shah,” she said. “I want it. I want you to breed me. Make me a Mommy.”

"Good, you learned your purpose in life. Here is my reward."

Then, without foreplay, he split her knees forcefully and placed his cock right over her cunt.

“Be gentle, please” she whispered.

“Not a chance,” He said back, driving his cock deep inside her in an instant.

She gasped at the pain, letting out a grunting moan as she felt her pussy stretch wider than it ever had in a flash.

“Ouch, it hurt,” Farangis cried, gripping the edge of the bed and shifting her position a bit.

“Do you feel the size of my royal shaft?”

“It’s too big, my Shah. Much bigger than Arslan.”

“That's a given,” he said simply, pulling himself out and then slamming back in forcefully, "Now I will prove that I'm a better breeder."

She let out another yelp as the man’s big dick struck a spot deep in her core that no one had ever reached before.

With each of his hard thrusts, her whole body bounced, but before long the pain began to subside and was gradually replaced by intense pleasure.

Soon the sensation grew and Farangis found herself yearning for his cock’s return each time he withdrew now that she’d finally grown accustomed to his burgeoning length. She was gasping out loud moans in the empty bathroom, crying upwards as she felt the second orgasm begin to froth inside her, threatening to spill out at any moment.

The longer they mated, the more attuned the man was to her body. Seeing her lips curled up and her pupils shrank, he knew her orgasm was inevitable. He rifled his cock through her tights pussy-lips faster and faster.

The second coming was more intense. Farangis felt like her mind was sucked out of her skull. She continued to moan, her stomach pumping up and down with each hard gasp of air.

The possessed was looking down with a naughty smirk on his face, watching as his dick disappeared inside the woman’s tight pussy. From his experience, a woman in this state was most likely to be impregnated. Next time, he would match his own climax with hers, and then a baby would be on the way.

Farangis realized the danger of her situation. The switch of procreation has been flipped. Her womb was descending, eager for the seed of a man. If any of the possessed's sperm leaked through her cervix...

She shrieked with joy as his pace increased further still, seeming to find another gear in his effort to fill her with his seed. She could feel each ridge and vein of his as it ribbed its way inside her and the expression on his face began to change into joyful.

In a split moment, she wanted nothing more than let him to burst within her and send his hot cum deep inside her womb. But then the reason came back and she remembered what she had to do.

The possessed was becoming more audible now, moaning louder and grunting with each thrust as he rapidly split her open. He knew he was going to cum and he couldn’t wait for it to happen.

“I’m close, my queen,” he breathed, biting his lip and sucking in air.

“Give it to me, my king,” she begged.

“Here it comes,” he cried. “Our son will be the only rightful king of Pars!”

“Yes!” Farangis shouted, and then quickly felt the cock inside her begin to throb in pulse. The man loosened his grip, completely focused on the pleasure of cumming inside a fertile woman and impregnating her with his baby.

At that moment, Farangis suddenly grabbed a necklace from her pile of clothes nearby. With a swift movement, she pressed the mark of Mithra on the man's forehead and chanted:

"By the power of the Djinns, let the light vanquish the evil! The dead are not allowed to stay, and the evil must go away! Evil spirit, be gone!"

The possessed let out an inhuman roar and black smoke began to come from his mouth and nostril. Feeling his soul forcefully dragged away, he grabbed her hips and thrust with all his might.

And he succeeded.

Spending all her strength to summon the power of the Djinns, Farangis lost control over the rest of her body. The muscles around her cervix relaxed, and the cock invaded her defenseless uterus without trouble. He let out a groan as his cock exploded, filling her with rope after rope of his viscous seed. Farangis' fertile womb consumed them all, and the burning sensation brought her to the third orgasm.

When the last of the smoke disappeared, Kubard passed out. His cock, glossed in cum, slipped out from her cunt and began to string to the floor.

After a long time, Farangis finally gathered enough strength to stand up. The semen oozed out from between her legs like a stream, but she still felt that her belly was so full. She jumped into the bathtub again, trying to wash out as much cum as possible while praying that today was not her risky day.