The Power Of Wrath-Chapter 22: The King And The Priestess

Within a well-polished room filled with different weapons and several armours, a man stood ramrod straight his eyes staring through the window at the blue sky outside as two women fastened on several parts of an armour to his body.

The women worked with grace, each of their movements calculated, and near seeming like an art, but before they could finish their work a new presence stepped into the room.

Hastily the woman bowed deeply to this presence, not daring to raise their heads till she spoke.

"You can raise your head."

The woman's voice flowed out of her mouth like a tune but while it soothed the minds of the two attendants, it caused a heavy frown to fall on the face of the man.

"Leave us"

Without question, the women nodded their heads and exited, their eyes falling to see the murderous look on the man's face as she stared at their departing figures.

"My king, why are you full of anger," the woman said moving over to the man and standing beside the man.

"What do you want grand priestess"

"Ark, I am not your enemy,"

"And yet you continue to defy my authority," Ark said the rage in his voice gone yet his eyes spoke of his disapproval of the woman.

"I had to properly attend to your father Ark," the grand priestess said, turning so she faced the man and raising her hand and caressing the cheek of the young man, but he snorted at her words.

"You are king, soon I will be yours"

"When," Ark snapped and with a smile the woman brought her hands down to his chin already understanding the crux of the problem, her eyes seeing the lust he was trying to suppress.

"You know when," The woman said her hand trailing over the armor on the Ark's chest.

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"I want you now" Ark growled but all he got was a teasing reply.

"My words in the throne room were no lies Ark, after generations of your family line, the ancestors and spirits have chosen you as their hand," the woman said smirking when the lust that filled his eyes gave way for surprise, though he remained silent.

"Haven't you wondered why the curse has come to us but at this time? Now when you have just ascended and your strength is rapidly increasing."

More of the lust in Ark's eyes cleared and he looked at the grand priestess with interest.

"This is but a small trial for you as their chosen, a whetstone to sharpen you into the hand that will act on their behalf"

Ark's mind collapsed into the words of the grand priestess, his previous anger at her forgotten and his throat salivating for the power he Imagined he would wield were her words to be true.

With his head clear of the lust that had clouded and directed it some seconds ago, he thought of the confrontation he was about to engage in and frowned.

"Did you divine the fate of the curse's helper?"

"Does my king doubt me when I say he is of no consequence to you?"

Rather than speak of his belief in her words or tell of the gnawing feeling in his gut, Ark looked away and the grand priestess seeing this decided to satisfy his grievance while at the same time sooth his ego.

"But if my king desires confirmation, then who am I to refuse."

Gracefully wrapping her hands around both her staffs, the woman closed her eyes and then a second later snapped them open, revealing the glowing white nature they had taken on and while she raised her head to the ceiling, Ark who moved to bow his head, had his eyes briefly falling on her jugs which had jutted forward before bringing them to the ground.

Full of confidence as white light replaced her sight, the grand priestess expected to be thrust into a vision of two men fighting and her king taking off the opponent's head, but instead she was met with pitch-black darkness.

When the glow from the Priestesses's eyes died off, Ark lifted his head to stare at her and seeing the same amused look she always had still on on her face, he felt relief go through him.

He wanted to speak but the grand priestesses spoke first her subsequent actions leaving him speechless.

"I never could have thought you would have such a brutal side to you my king," The woman said referring to her vision.

"The way you ripped his spine out and set his corpse on fire, my king you truly are the hand of the ancestors" The grand priestess said with a dazed gaze and then with her left hand she pulled the left side of her garment to the side, letting the image of a large soft mound of flesh adorned with deep red hard nipples be exposed to the world.

"Grand Priestess, my father is still alive. You still belong to him" Ark said, his eyes already hooked on the woman's exposed breast, his voice trembling at the sacrilege before him.

It was okay for him to lust and groan after the Priestess but till his father died and she became his, such action as was happening now was forbidden.

"Come child," the grand priestess said extending her left hand and when Ark took it, she brought him over to her, directing him so his head hovered in front of her breast.

The grand priestess could see the reluctance in Ark's eyes, his body and mind reluctant to go against the traditions and customs which had been instilled in him since he was young and though this was admirable, at the same time it was what irked her about him.

Whilst the king should follow the rules that had been put in place, for her he should be ready to break them all, and today she would take a step into forging him in that direction.

"I saw more than just your victory my king. The sight of you in unimagined glory has created a never before seen heat in me"

The grand pirates whispered these words into the ears of the stooped-over man, her hands rubbing his head and a moan leaving her mouth as her words broke the dam in him and he gobbled up her sumptuous flesh.

Wrapping his hands around her waist, Ark sucked on the grand priestess's nipples as hard as he could the sound of his sloppy suction and her moans filled the room, but after several seconds, just as lust had totally consumed him, she pushed him back, taking her nipple out of his mouth.

Still hungry for the grand priestess's flesh, with a crazy look Ark rushed forward to capture it in his mouth once more, but the next second he found himself crashing onto the ground and red painted foot which he could not budge the slightest resting on his chest.

"Grand priestess," Ark called as clarity returned to his eyes, watching as the woman gracefully covered up her Saliva coated breast, her eyes then going to him, particularly the area between his legs.

"Oh, it's bigger than your father's." The woman said, her beautiful feet trailing down his armored chest till they rested on his uncovered bulge, pressing down on it and rubbing over its length.

"Urghhh," Ark groaned from the simulation, his eyes trained on the Grand priestess's feet and then moving up, salivating at the sight of her thick wide thighs and she smiled at this.

"Do you want to release your load, over my feet, my chest or my face"

The grand priestess's words took Ark by surprise his eyes widening in disbelief of what he had just heard.

"Go on, don't be shy, tell me my, king, which do you want"

"I want it over your bare chest" Ark groaned out.

"My bare chest, how specific" The grand priestess said and then suddenly she took her foot off him, allowing him to sit up.

"It's bad for a soldier to release before the battle. After your fight, we'll have our fun." The grand priestess said and with those words, her figure faded away, the woman leaving behind a man filled with a veracious hunger.

All Ark wanted at the moment was to kill the curse and its aid and receive that which the priestess had promised him.