WIDOW

Chapter 2

The air crackled with tension. Priya’s body was still trembling from the aftershocks of her first orgasm, her lehenga bunched around her waist, core dripping.

Damian’s massive c**k throbbed against her thigh, hot and demanding. But his glowing eyes now flicked toward the door.

“Who the hell are you?” Priya whispered, voice shaky yet filled with dark hunger.

The veiled woman stepped inside, black fabric flowing like liquid night. Her eyes burned crimson. “I am Lilith. And this foolish brother of mine never knows when to stop playing with my toys.”

“Toy?” Priya’s voice cracked, but heat pooled between her legs again.

Damian chuckled darkly, his hand still gripping Priya’s hip possessively. “She’s mine tonight, sister. Her cunt is already soaked for me. Feel how she trembles.”

Lilith’s lips curled into a wicked smile. She glided closer, removing her veil. Stunningly beautiful with sharp features and raven hair. “Let’s see, little widow.”

Before Priya could react, Lilith’s cold fingers traced her wet folds. Priya gasped, knees buckling. “Ahh—!”

“So responsive,” Lilith purred. “Damian, hold her.”

Damian’s strong arms locked around Priya from behind, his thick c**k pressing against her ass. “Spread wider for us, slut.”

Priya moaned loudly as Lilith dropped to her knees and buried her tongue inside her without mercy. The sensation was overwhelming—Lilith’s tongue was colder, more precise, flicking her c**t while Damian’s rough hands pinched her n*****s hard.

“f**k… yes… don’t stop,” Priya begged, lost in forbidden pleasure.

Damian growled in her ear, “That’s it. Let us ruin you on your wedding night. Your dead husband could never make you scream like this.”

He bit her neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. Lilith sucked her c**t forcefully, two fingers joining her tongue. Priya’s hips bucked wildly between them.

“I’m going to c*m—!”

“Not yet,” Damian commanded, pulling her back. He spun her around and pushed her onto the blood-stained bed. “On your hands and knees, widow.”

Priya obeyed instantly, ass up, face down. Damian positioned himself behind her. The thick head of his c**k rubbed against her entrance.

“Beg for it,” he ordered.

“Please… f**k me, Damian. I need it.”

With one brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. Priya screamed in pleasure-pain. He was huge, stretching her virgin walls mercilessly.

“So f*****g tight,” he groaned, pounding into her with deep, savage strokes. “This p***y belongs to me now.”

Lilith climbed onto the bed, grabbing Priya’s hair and forcing her face between her thighs. “Lick me while my brother f***s you senseless.”

Priya obeyed, tasting Lilith’s sweet wetness as Damian f****d her harder. The room filled with wet sounds and moans.

“You’re ours now,” Lilith moaned. “Body and soul.”

Damian’s pace became punishing. “c*m for me, little widow. Milk my cock.”

Priya exploded again, screaming into Lilith’s p***y. Her walls clenched violently around Damian.

He roared, burying himself deep and filling her with hot c*m.

For a moment, everything was silent except heavy breathing.

Then Lilith laughed softly. “Poor thing… you have no idea what you just invited into your life.”

She snapped her fingers. Ancient markings glowed on Priya’s skin—marks of ownership.

Priya’s eyes widened in horror and dark pleasure. “What… what did you do to me?”

Damian pulled out, c*m dripping down her thighs. He smirked. “We just bound you to us. Forever.”

Outside, village voices grew louder. Someone was coming to check on the widow.

But before they could hide, the door burst open again.

An old village priest stood there, eyes wide with terror at the scene. “Devil… demons in our sacred home!”

Lilith’s eyes flashed dangerously. “Kill him.”