WIDOW

Chapter 3

Priya’s heart slammed against her ribs like a caged animal. The air in the room felt thick, charged with something unholy.

Damian’s hand was still possessively on her waist, his hard body pressed against her back. His c**k, still hard and heavy, brushed against her ass through the torn lehenga.

The mysterious woman stepped inside, closing the door with a soft click that sounded like a death sentence. Her veil slipped just enough to reveal pale skin and eyes that burned like embers.

“Sister,” Damian drawled, voice lazy but dangerous. “You always ruin my fun.”

The woman’s gaze raked over Priya like she was a piece of meat. “This one is different, brother. I felt her hunger from the veil between worlds. She called to both of us.”

Priya tried to step back, but Damian’s grip tightened. “I-I don’t understand,” she whispered, voice shaking. “Who are you people? What do you want from me?”

The woman smiled, slow and predatory. “We want what your weak husband could never give you. Pleasure. Power. Freedom from this pathetic village cage.”

Damian chuckled darkly, his breath hot against Priya’s ear. “And we’re going to take it, little widow. Starting now.”

Before Priya could protest, Damian spun her around and slammed her against the wall. His mouth crashed down on hers in a bruising kiss while his sister watched with glowing eyes. His hand shoved between her thighs, fingers plunging back into her soaked p***y.

“Still dripping for me,” he growled against her lips. “Such a greedy little slut. Even with death in the room, your cunt is begging.”

Priya moaned helplessly, hips rocking against his thick fingers. Shame burned her cheeks, but the heat between her legs won.

The woman approached, her fingers tracing Priya’s jaw. “My name is Lilith,” she purred. “And tonight, you belong to us both.”

Lilith leaned in and bit Priya’s neck hard enough to draw a cry. The pain mixed with pleasure as Damian dropped to his knees again, ripping the rest of the lehenga away. He threw one of Priya’s legs over his shoulder and devoured her p***y with savage hunger.

“f**k!” Priya cried out, fingers tangling in his dark hair.

Lilith’s hand wrapped around Priya’s throat, squeezing just enough to make her vision blur with dark pleasure. “Look at you,” she whispered. “A fresh widow getting her cunt eaten on her wedding bed. Does it feel good, pet?”

“Yes…” Priya gasped, tears of overwhelming sensation streaming down her face. “Please… I can’t…”

“You can,” Damian snarled from between her thighs. He sucked her c**t hard, then pushed three fingers deep inside, curling them against that spot that made her see stars. “Come like the desperate w***e you are.”

Priya shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her violently, thighs shaking as she squirted onto Damian’s tongue. Lilith held her upright, whispering filthy praise.

But they weren’t done.

Damian stood, towering over her. His massive c**k stood proud, veins pulsing. “On your knees, widow.”

Trembling, Priya sank down. The wooden floor was cold against her skin. Damian gripped her hair and slapped his heavy c**k against her cheek.

“Open.”

She obeyed. He pushed inside her mouth, stretching her lips wide. “That’s it. Suck your new masters’ c***s like a good girl.”

Lilith moved behind her, fingers teasing Priya’s ass while Damian f****d her throat in deep, controlled strokes.

“Such a perfect mouth,” Damian groaned. “Made for choking on dick.”

Priya gagged, drool running down her chin, but the humiliation only made her wetter. Lilith’s fingers pushed inside her from behind, matching Damian’s rhythm.

The pleasure was too much. Grief for her dead husband, fear of the village, and this dark, overwhelming lust warred inside her. She felt broken and alive at the same time.

Damian pulled out suddenly, stroking his glistening c**k. “Not yet. I want to bury myself in that tight p***y first.”

He lifted Priya like she weighed nothing and threw her onto the blood-stained bridal bed, right next to her husband’s cold body. The sight made her freeze.

“No… not here…” she whispered, tears falling.

Lilith climbed onto the bed, pinning Priya’s wrists above her head. “Yes. Here. Right where your old life ended. This is where your new one begins.”

Damian spread her legs wide and positioned his thick c**k at her entrance. “Look at me,” he commanded.

Their eyes met. His glowed brighter.

In one brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. Priya screamed, back arching off the bed. The stretch burned so good. He was huge, filling her completely.

“f**k, so tight,” he groaned, starting to move. Hard, deep strokes that made the bed creak. “This p***y is mine now.”

Lilith kissed Priya hungrily while Damian pounded into her. Every thrust pushed her closer to another shattering orgasm.

“You’re going to come on my c**k while your dead husband watches,” Damian snarled, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. “Say it.”

“I’m… I’m coming on your c**k…” Priya sobbed, lost in the darkness.

Her third orgasm hit like a storm. She clenched around him, milking his thick length. Damian roared and filled her with hot, endless spurts of c*m.

For a moment, everything was silent except their heavy breathing.

Then Lilith leaned down, licking a tear from Priya’s cheek. “Good girl. But this is only the beginning.”

Damian pulled out, c*m dripping down Priya’s thighs. He smirked. “The village elders are coming to check on the widow. What will they say when they find her like this?”

Priya’s eyes widened in horror.

Outside, footsteps approached. Multiple voices.

To be continued…