THE LORD OF DEATH ☠️💀

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Chapter 6(six)


ENDON🏚️


Her hand crawled up to her back, moving towards and making it's way into the lady's hair which she pulled amorously.

Her eyes were closed in ecstasy - neckline dripping in sweats as the lady's tongue did wonders in-between her legs. She's always been so good at it - Iris thought.

The two ladies made out ecstatically in the middle of the room - Iris siting on the stool with her legs wide open, while her partner - Rhea - knelt in front of her and licked her up.

With Rhea's face down to Iris' womanhood, she directed her hand to her chest and squeezed the plump breast - giving the nipples a tiny pinch. It made Iris wince both in pain and pleasure as the rapture had become too overwhelming for her.
And when Rhea licked and bit her clitoris, she spasmed and was enthralled when Rhea licked every drop of release from her.

And in all of this, Jar was watching.

He sat at the comfort of his chair, his both legs lifted and resting on the table in front of him as he watched the two ladies in the middle of his room.
Yes; his room.

With his gold mask on as usual, he smoked from his tobacco pipe and enjoyed the show he had ordered for himself.

"Oh...!" The soft moan escaped Iris' lips when Rhea inserted a finger into her va**na admist the licking. It nearly drove Iris insane. It looked just like a perfect pórn movie to Jar and that was what he felt like for the day - watching two ladies make out in front of him.

Well, he was that powerful to get himself a live séx movie if he wanted one; he's been doing it severally.

Shortly, a knock was heard on the door and that made the ladies stop at that instance.

JAr looked at the door and made it go open, ushering whoever was knocking, in.

Hesitant footsteps were heard until the face showed up - turning out to Daphne - a lady everyone referred to as his Mistress.

Daphne - adorned in a long purple gown - was startled at the sight in front of her - the two ladies making out. She wasn't surprised 'cause it was normal for someone like Jar, but she stared irritatingly and detestfully at the ladies. And for some reasons, Iris had a simper on her face.

The young, beautiful Daphne had to pull herself together and remind herself of the fact that Jar was there. Though, it took her a lot, but she had to force herself to ignore the ladies and look at Nir who was still seated comfortably on his seat.

"Good evening, My lord" she greeted courtly, making a deep obeisance.

Jar didn't need to reply to her as he stared down at his tobacco pipe which he took a long drag from before releasing the mainstream smoke into the air.

He snapped his fingers at the direction of the lesbians. And quickly, they seperated - picked up their clothes from the floor and after putting it on, left the room immediately. But, of course, not without Iris and Daphne exchanging glares at each other.

"What do you want, Daphne?" Jar asked, taking some drags from his pipe.

Any lady would demand an explanation or possibly, an apology for witnessing such act; but Daphne knew she didn't have that right.

"Uhm... how are you doing, My Lord?" She feigned a smile, walking closer to his table.
She had the perfect hourglass shape - a shape every man would die to have in his bed. Too bad,her own man never dies.

When Jar said nothing, Daphne took that as his answer and decided to go straight to the point.

"Well...I came to inform you some people are already coming in for the training. And the numbers are impressive". She said.

"Fair enough" Jar bobbed his head.
"You've always been in charge, Daphne. I trust you'll do a great job".

"Of course, My Lord" She flushed in a smile and genuflected.
Few seconds passed.

"My Lord, is there something you need me to do?" She asked, but Jar shook his head, making her boil with so much anger.
Of course, how would he need her when those low-life b*tches already satisfied him?? She cursed under her breath.

"Now, if that is all, Daphne, I would like to get busy" Jar said.
And with a bow, Daphne turned around and left the room - her heart feeling so heavy.


BACK TO LITA ✍️


Running away from home, Lita had sought for the nearest hotel and booked a room. She couldn't afford going back home as the sight of the Officers had become irritating for her. And even if they had left already, she still couldn't go back as the memories of her parents would perturb her.

So, she booked a room but wouldn't order anything - not even some water.

She sat there on the bed, her back touching the wall with her hands and legs huddled together. She looked her worst; felt she was the ugliest person alive.

Her hair was rough, face swollen, eyes heavy, and her body emanated a bad odour - prolly because she hadn't bath after coming in contact with her parents' corpse.

Her phone was positioned in front of her, connected to FaceTime with Barly who kept talking despite the fact that her head had been covered to her knees the whole time. Well, she felt the only thing she could do to help was encourage.

"I'm trying so hard to book the quickest flight to come over, but dad wouldn't approve of it and has refused helping with some money" she complained.
"And you know my current project ate up my entire savings, Li. I really don't know what to do".

But, Lita said nothing.

"Li? At least, say something. You're getting me all worried, you know? Can I at least, see your face?"

And after a while, Lita sniffed and lifted her head from her knees. Barly could barely recognise the face of her friend. Good Lord; she looked terrible.

"There will be no need for that" Lita mumbled, adjusting her knees.

"What?" Barly didn't understand.

And Lita had to elaborate.
"There will be no need coming over".

"Wh... Why? I don't get; I have to be there for you, Lita. Even if it means me getting a loan and...."

"I won't be here when you come, Barly" Lita cut her off - her tone sounding so harsh.
She looked.... resentful.

"I will go to Endon", she said.
"Meet with this Lord of Death, ask him why he killed my parents. And when he's done explaining, I will drive a stake right into his chest; and watch him die".

TBC.

Written by Faith Lucky ✍️

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