Fatal Passions

"You have such beautiful lips," the Djinn Sultan said to Claude, his voice a low rumble of desire.

"Would you like a taste?" Anaxarete asked, her eyes glinting with wicked intent. She crawled over to Claude like a predator closing in on its prey. She lifted his chin with the tip of her knife. "Before we sacrifice him, we can have some fun," she purred.

"Why not?" the Djinn Sultan replied eagerly, his eyes gleaming with dark anticipation.

"I knew you would say that," Anaxarete said with a sly smile. She lashed out with her long hair, striking Claude across the face like a whip. "Shall I begin, or shall you?"

"The throne is yours," the Djinn Sultan said majestically, presenting Claude to the witch.

Anaxarete's satisfaction curled her lips into a cruel smile. Without hesitation, she bent over Claude, her body pressing against his. She straddled him, her hands sliding over his thighs, feeling the tension in his muscles. She ground her hips against him, seeking some reaction, some spark of life.

But Claude's fear was palpable, his body unresponsive. Yet the witch was determined to continue her harassment. The very act of dominating him, of humiliating him, was enough to fuel her twisted pleasure. Moreover, being watched while having sex was one of Anaxarete's three obsessed passions.

Anaxarete moved her hips back and forth. She started to rub her breasts against his chest. She was breathing faster and her muscles were tensing up. Her nipples hardened, and a slick wetness began to gather between her legs, dripping onto his abdomen.

She bent over and started to kiss Claude's neck. "You smell delicious," she said, then bit his ear.

Claude let out a scream of pain, but his cries only seemed to amuse her.

Anaxarete laughed, turning to the Djinn Sultan. "Don't worry, he can still be used as a sacrifice. I only took a little taste," she said, licking the blood from her lips with a look of depraved satisfaction. She straightened up and gazed at Claude with a predatory glint in her eyes. "It's your turn now," she declared, moving aside with a flourish.

The Djinn Sultan stood up, his presence imposing as he loomed over Claude. He knelt, his hands closing around Claude's flaccid member. "Do you want this?" he asked, though he didn't care for an answer. He began to stroke Claude, his grip firm and merciless.

Claude's body betrayed him, despite his mind's desperate pleas for mercy. He let out a moan, a combination of pain and unexpected pleasure. "Oh God, please don't do this," he begged, his voice trembling.

The Djinn Sultan threw his head back and laughed, a sound that echoed with malice. "God? Did you say God?" he taunted, his eyes boring into Claude's. "God won't be able to help you. No one will, not even yourself." His laughter filled the room, dark and chilling. "I think I'll keep you alive a little while longer, just to play with you. Then I'll kill you. But I'll have fun until then."

Anaxarete joined in the laughter, her voice a twisted harmony to the Sultan. "This is turning out even better than I thought," she said, her eyes gleaming with malicious glee.

"Are you sure he's the right one?" the Djinn Sultan asked, a hint of doubt creeping into his voice.

"Yes," Anaxarete replied, her voice firm. "He has the blood of the gods in him. That's why I need him."

"Why?" the Djinn Sultan asked, his curiosity piqued.

"I want to be a goddess," Anaxarete declared, her eyes burning with ambition. "I'll do anything to get what I want."

The Djinn Sultan grinned wickedly and grabbed Anaxarete, throwing her onto Claude with a force that made him gasp. "Have fun," he said with a hint of mischief in his voice.

Anaxarete's face was dark and her smile cruel as she raised the knife above Claude. Her eyes were wild with the thrill of power. "Watch this," she hissed, before slashing the blade across Claude's chest.

"No!" Claude cried out, his voice breaking with agony as the knife cut into his flesh.

"Oh, you're so cruel woman," the Djinn Sultan said, though he seemed to be enjoying the sight of blood.

Anaxarete crawled over Claude's bleeding body, licking the wounds with a fervor that made him shudder. Her breasts brushed against his chest as she moved, and her mouth found its way to his groin, her lips parting to engulf him in a depraved kiss.

Claude was at his limit. His strength was gone, and his body was on the verge of giving out. Just as he started to fall, Djinn Sultan grabbed his dick with incredible speed. The Sultan's grip was firm but gentle.

"Not yet," the Djinn Sultan murmured, a dark smile playing on his lips.

Claude was once again overcome by lust and moaned.

Anaxarete moved her body up and down, her hips were bouncing with each movement. She was enjoying this, she could feel the power inside of her. She knew he would be the one to give it to her.

Claude was getting more and more excited as he was controlled by the Djinn Sultan. He couldn't contain himself anymore.

Suddenly, the Djinn Sultan's hands hit Anaxarete's hips like a slap. She tensed up from head to toe.

"Oh, yes! Fuck me!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with arousal. With eager anticipation, she spread her legs, ready to embrace what was to come.

BAM!

A sudden, sharp crack echoed through the chamber, and her body jerked violently as a bullet tore through her skull, spraying blood across Claude's face. Her eyes went wide in shock before the life drained, and she collapsed onto Claude's chest, dead.

High above, clinging to the ceiling like a shadow, Ru lowered his smoking pistol, his eyes locked on the Djinn Sultan. "She's done playing. Now it's your turn," he said, his voice cold and steady.

The Djinn Sultan growled and raised his arm. He made a quick magnetic pull move. He summoned the weapon from Ru's hand, the gun flying through the air into his grasp. The air crackled with electricity as the Sultan's power surged, bolts of lightning dancing across his skin, ready to unleash their destructive power.

Ru leaped from the ceiling, his movements impossibly fast, landing with catlike grace. He stood there with his hands in his pockets and whistling.

The Djinn Sultan roared, his eyes flashing with rage as he threw a lightning bolt at Ru.

The attack was stopped by a barrier made of ancient notes that had been whistled into existence.

"I see you've got your powers back," the Djinn Sultan sneered, his curiosity piqued despite his anger. "What's the reason for this sudden change?"

Ru's lips curled into a confident smile. "Let's just say it was thanks to the witch and her potions. After drinking some, I came to my senses."

The Djinn Sultan's eyes narrowed, suspicion clouding his features. "I wish you had consulted me before consuming those potions," he said, his voice low and dangerous. As he clenched his fist, a sphere of lightning crackled, growing larger and more volatile by the second.

Ru took a stance, ready to counter whatever came next. "Shut up and send your ball," he taunted, his voice laced with defiance.

"Sure!" The Djinn Sultan snarled and thrust his hand forward, releasing the sphere of lightning with a thunderous roar.

Ru let out a bloodcurdling scream. The high-pitched shriek collided with the lightning sphere, triggering a terrifying explosion. The room exploded in a blinding flash of light and the walls collapsed under the immense pressure.