Chapter 70: Giving Into Desires - Part 2

Laying bare on each other's body on the ground with the shrine to Brenna's husband just inches from their face, they indulged in each other's body with the touch of the fingers and the coil of tongues. Tearing away the bandages, Raven revealed Brenna's mountains of cotton flesh and teased their tips by pinching them between his fingers.

Squeezing the rest of her tits with his palm, he moved his lips down her nape as he traced his way to the head of her dragon tattoo between her breasts.

"W-wait!" She groaned the moment Raven's lips were about to reach her cleavage. "T-that's a traditional marking by my husband's clan..."

The moment those words left her lips, she shook her head around and reminded herself of why she was doing what she was doing. It no longer mattered if she bore the mark of her husband's tribe, one every woman got once she was married into their clan.

Realizing the tension on Brenna's face, and the words she'd just uttered, Raven decided to take charge and have her abandon what little attachment she had left with her dead husband.

"His clan, huh?" With a smirk on his face, he pulled away from her body for a moment. Then quickly moving himself over to her chest with his cock hanging above her tits, he looked her in the eyes and whispered. "You're my woman now, just like your daughter, so listen closely when I say this–Fuck your husband, he's dead and he doesn't matter."

'WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU SLUT! PUSH HIM OFF!' Witnessing it all as a spirit with no flesh, Brenna's husband was fuming in rage, but couldn't lift a finger against the two. Glaring at his wife–someone he'd kept on a leash throughout his life, he knew she wouldn't defy him. 'AS IF SHE'LL–'

"Y-you're right," Brenna spoke up, breaking the silence.

'YOU BITCH!' Screamed the fat old spirit of her husband, standing completely nude to the side as he'd died wearing just his skin. Trying to get Raven off, he tried to punch the mage, however, phasing through his body, he was mocked further by his dastardly smile.

'THIS BITCH! THIS BITCH! THIS BITCH!' Despite not having a body at all, the pull of his hair, and the hardness of his cock at the sight, it felt all too real, almost as if he had his body back. 'I'M GONNA KILL THEM BOTH!'

Trying again and again to kick and punch the duo, the husband kept failing and was forced to watch his wife milking a guy far younger and a much more expressive cock. Growing tired with time, his eyes began to flicker–he almost felt his mind drifting as if being swept by the wind.

'W-what's happening?' He thought, no longer present in the moment and subconsciously touching his dainty cock to the sight of his wife servicing another man like his personal slut.

Unaware of his existence, Brenna's heart raced against Raven's throbbing dick as she felt a surge of his cum pulsing out of his cock. Keeping her mouth wide open with the ring still resting on her tongue, she massaged his dick with her breasts and finally managed to shower herself in Raven's cum.

Squeezing her tits around his length, Raven wore a devilish smirk while defiling another man's wife. Flooding Brenna's mouth with his thick semen, he had covered the ring completely right before Brenna gulped his semen and spat the ring out.

"Fuck him," she whispered, her eyes glancing in the direction of her husband's spirit.

'WHAT?!' She couldn't see the spirit at all, but even then she could sense her cuck of a husband touching himself at the sidelines.

"I hated every day with you, and I hope you burn in hell while I enjoy the rest of my life getting fucked by a real man!" Brenna screamed at the top of her lungs, condemning his spirit to the depths of eternal hell.

[Note: Spirits only linger as long as someone can't move on from their passing in this world, and since Brenna moved on, her husband will now only watch her from the torments of hell]