bounced off the metal walls.
Sophia’s hands shook as she walked to stand beside him, so she folded her arms across her breasts to keep him from noticing. Looking down, she met his questioning gaze.
“You wanted to know what a Flame is. As I told you earlier, a Flame is someone who takes part in the most important ceremony conducted at the Academy in worship of Saint Valentine. What I didn’t mention is that a Flame is the only one who can claim a Head Priestess. He’s a supplicant. An inamorato .” She smiled at the sight of the children tumbling on top of Dante. “And if the Saint grants it, he’s also a father.”
Chapter Six
The filthy whores were ignoring him. No, not just ignoring him. They’d locked him inside a training room like a common slave!
Neo paced the length of the cavernous chamber, hands balled into fists at his sides. How dare they treat him worse than a common patron? Didn’t they know how much pull he had with the Central Command authorities? How he could have them storm into this place and tear it down brick by brick if he as much as suspected the priestesses were harboring Terran enemies or Alpha carriers?
A low growl escaped his gritted teeth. He’d been in this room for almost three hours. Three fucking hours! With the door fused shut from the outside. Someone had to pay for this gross insult. At the moment, he didn’t care who.
Draining the remaining contents of champagne from a two-toned goblet, he tossed the glass against the wall. It shattered instantly, spraying the marble floor with shards of crystal. For a moment, he allowed himself to picture the High Priestess on her knees, the glass slicing her flawless skin as she sucked him off.
His cock hardened, pulsing sleek and hot against his bare stomach. He’d discarded his armored uniform, along with his concealed weapon, long ago. He wouldn’t need either for what he had in mind.
Neo trailed his palms along the lush breasts of a bronze sculpture as he grew harder It was a woman’s life-sized nude form, delicately sculpted to showcase high breasts dangling like two perfect pendulums as she bent over. Behind her, a man -- presumably Saint Valentine himself -- thrust a thick spiral dildo into her. With one hand, he held her wrists firmly behind her back, which only caused her breasts to jut out further as she bent over. The woman’s face had been carved with exquisite care. Her eyes had rolled back into her head and her mouth formed a perfect “O” at the level of Neo’s crotch.
If only that luscious mouth hadn’t been made of bronze…
Not that he was desperate enough to thrust his cock into a statue, no matter how life-like it seemed, but he needed something wrapped around his dick. Anger boiled in his veins, making him even harder. Adrenaline surged through him, pouring the ire into his balls, stiffening his rod until it seemed to be made of the same solid material as the sculpture.
The hiss of the door opening alerted Neo to someone’s presence. Aggravation flared anew as he spun around, ready to rail at whatever minor servant they’d sent in with food or drink this time.
But it was the High Priestess herself who strode through the door, followed closely by Dante.
Her face was flushed, her eyes fever-bright. The smile that tilted her lips looked anything but genuine. “I apologize for keeping you waiting. We were…needed elsewhere.”
Neo waited until the door slid closed before replying. When he spoke, the words came out gritty and hoarse. “I don’t enjoy being caged like a wild animal. And any excuse you utter for Dante’s absence is irrelevant. The only reason he’d be kept away from me would be if he had a prior engagement. I will not tolerate anyone else touching my servant. My deposit makes him mine exclusively. Or have you forgotten?”
“No one’s touched him except for the purposes of training, I assure you.” Long eyelashes shrouded the High Priestess’s eyes as she spoke, making it
Sophia’s hands shook as she walked to stand beside him, so she folded her arms across her breasts to keep him from noticing. Looking down, she met his questioning gaze.
“You wanted to know what a Flame is. As I told you earlier, a Flame is someone who takes part in the most important ceremony conducted at the Academy in worship of Saint Valentine. What I didn’t mention is that a Flame is the only one who can claim a Head Priestess. He’s a supplicant. An inamorato .” She smiled at the sight of the children tumbling on top of Dante. “And if the Saint grants it, he’s also a father.”
Chapter Six
The filthy whores were ignoring him. No, not just ignoring him. They’d locked him inside a training room like a common slave!
Neo paced the length of the cavernous chamber, hands balled into fists at his sides. How dare they treat him worse than a common patron? Didn’t they know how much pull he had with the Central Command authorities? How he could have them storm into this place and tear it down brick by brick if he as much as suspected the priestesses were harboring Terran enemies or Alpha carriers?
A low growl escaped his gritted teeth. He’d been in this room for almost three hours. Three fucking hours! With the door fused shut from the outside. Someone had to pay for this gross insult. At the moment, he didn’t care who.
Draining the remaining contents of champagne from a two-toned goblet, he tossed the glass against the wall. It shattered instantly, spraying the marble floor with shards of crystal. For a moment, he allowed himself to picture the High Priestess on her knees, the glass slicing her flawless skin as she sucked him off.
His cock hardened, pulsing sleek and hot against his bare stomach. He’d discarded his armored uniform, along with his concealed weapon, long ago. He wouldn’t need either for what he had in mind.
Neo trailed his palms along the lush breasts of a bronze sculpture as he grew harder It was a woman’s life-sized nude form, delicately sculpted to showcase high breasts dangling like two perfect pendulums as she bent over. Behind her, a man -- presumably Saint Valentine himself -- thrust a thick spiral dildo into her. With one hand, he held her wrists firmly behind her back, which only caused her breasts to jut out further as she bent over. The woman’s face had been carved with exquisite care. Her eyes had rolled back into her head and her mouth formed a perfect “O” at the level of Neo’s crotch.
If only that luscious mouth hadn’t been made of bronze…
Not that he was desperate enough to thrust his cock into a statue, no matter how life-like it seemed, but he needed something wrapped around his dick. Anger boiled in his veins, making him even harder. Adrenaline surged through him, pouring the ire into his balls, stiffening his rod until it seemed to be made of the same solid material as the sculpture.
The hiss of the door opening alerted Neo to someone’s presence. Aggravation flared anew as he spun around, ready to rail at whatever minor servant they’d sent in with food or drink this time.
But it was the High Priestess herself who strode through the door, followed closely by Dante.
Her face was flushed, her eyes fever-bright. The smile that tilted her lips looked anything but genuine. “I apologize for keeping you waiting. We were…needed elsewhere.”
Neo waited until the door slid closed before replying. When he spoke, the words came out gritty and hoarse. “I don’t enjoy being caged like a wild animal. And any excuse you utter for Dante’s absence is irrelevant. The only reason he’d be kept away from me would be if he had a prior engagement. I will not tolerate anyone else touching my servant. My deposit makes him mine exclusively. Or have you forgotten?”
“No one’s touched him except for the purposes of training, I assure you.” Long eyelashes shrouded the High Priestess’s eyes as she spoke, making it
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