Pleasure overcame my mind and warmth born out of desire embraced my cock as I rocked my crotch into Leda's hips.
She closed her eyes to avoid looking at me but so undeniable was the ecstasy her body felt, she could not help stiffen a moan building up in her throat.
I rocked back and forth, and I must admit, I lost myself into the act. Nothing else mattered except for each point of contact I had with her.
I put my lips onto her's, laced my fingers into her hair, hugged her, pinched a pale nipple, laid my hand flat on her belly, groped her every way I could and fucked her harder.
I paused to peek at her husband. He was not there anymore. I got worried for an instant and looked around for him.
Leda slowly opened her eyes and, only then, seemed to realise what was happening. She blushed redder than I thought anybody could ever blush and tried crawling away from me.
Her nightgown was a mess with one boob hanging out and the hem was raised all the way to her navel. A small blonde bush sat between her legs, just at the top of where my cock entered her.
Looking at how ravished she was revived my hunger for her and her cunt.
Too bad none of this is real, I thought to myself.
I crawled on top of her again and she turned her head to avoid looking at me. I pushed a few blonde strands of hair away from her face and tried to place the sweetest, most delicate kiss on her lips.
I had to twist my head into an awkward position and she did not kiss back but I saw the goosebumps rising on her neck.
I also saw how she breathed faster. And how her eyes open wide at the sight of something standing in the middle of the room.
I raised my head as well, and there I saw Mikhil, panting, hunched over, exhausted from whatever exercise he was busy doing while I fucked his wife.
In his hands, he held a bow and a couple of arrows.
I kept myself close to Leda so he would hesitate to shoot me although, knowing such fragile men, he probably blamed Leda as much as he blamed myself - meaning that she might not be as useful to keep me safe as I thought.
"Your sorcery will not work this time, demon!"
I'm a demon, now?
"Hold on," I said to give myself time to think.
He raised his bow and notched an arrow.
Can he do that? I thought, I told him not to bother us and I guess he can't do it directly but is throwing something at us in his scope of possibilities. Did I want to find out?
Mikhil drew the arrow and - may it be from anger, may it be from emotional distress - he struggled to hold the bow straight.
This is not real so what do I care if he hits me or not? I won't die!
I looked back at Leda and she was trembling with fear. I caressed the inside of her thigh, and her head jerked back to me, despair - and, amusingly, annoyed incredulity - in her eyes. She moved her hand to shoo me away but I gripped her more firmly. She looked back at her husband and her breath picked up faster and deeper.
I pushed my cock back into her - she was not as wet anymore, almost as if the sight of her husband dried her off.
"Please," she said, "He's going to kill us" but that was exactly what I wanted to discover, so I pushed further into her.
Gone was the warmth and the softness of her flesh, the presence of Mikhil turned the ripe fruit I was savouring earlier into a dry, bony and tensed cave I had difficulty entering. It wasn't fun so I stopped. I looked at Mikhil and it looked like he had given up. He was kneeling in the middle of the room, sobbing like a baby, the bow resting on the ground next to him and the arrows...
I looked around me and there I saw them; a dozen arrows at least, all lodged into the mortar of the wall and the wood of the bed.
He had missed a dozen times!
I looked around a little more and discovered even more mess. He had smashed the whole room with a great axe that was still planted in a little cupboard next to the bed. He had tried to hit us with it but he missed that as well.
He can't hurt me!
And Leda and I were so lost in the ecstasy of our act, we barely noticed anything. She raised herself from the bed as she began to realise the extent of Mikhil's rage. Tears swelled around her eyes and shyly she tiptoed hesitantly to her husband.
His sobs slowed down as she took his face in her hands. He raised his eyes to meet hers and his pain was so extreme, fear flashed on Leda's face just for an instant.
That was all Mikhil needed - as fast as Leda's smile returned to her lips, the muscular hunk moved faster than I saw anything as big move. His enormous hands darted for her head which he dragged and pinned to the floor.
Through grinding teeth and a voice rattling with rage, he proclaimed "I will fuck you too!".
He tore her nightgown away and fumbled at his own pants.
Leda cried and yelled and pleaded. Her limbs thrashing, her nails digging into him arm.
She was putting more of a fight against him than she did against me, I mused internally.
I also figured it was only fair Mikhil had a go at her as well - she was his wife after all - but something to the scene irked me a lot. He was too violent, too angry, too... I couldn't put my finger on it so I decided to put a stop to this.
"Enough, Mikhil!" I ordered him - I loved that.
And for a moment, he did slow down - before resuming hurting Leda.
His hands had found their way to her throat and it looked like he was trying to squeeze it till her head would pop. I had to do something but...
"Praise Manusha, Leda!" I told her.
"Wh-at?" She managed to squeal through her compressed throat.
"Praise Manusha, I will protect you!"
"Prai-se Ma-nu... -sha?" she asked but maybe that was enough for her words sent a shiver down my spine.
"Mikhil, stop!"
"Pr-aise Ma.. Manu-sha, Pr... Prai-se Manusha, Praise Manusha" Leda repeated again and again... I guessed Mikhil did indeed loosen his grip of her throat because she repeated the words clearer and clearer, first out of panic, finally, out of... gratitude.
My whole body shivered this time and I felt a dizziness rise to my head.
"You cannot hurt us!" I half proclaimed, half commanded to Mikhil before falling back on the bed out of exhaustion as he took crumbled to the ground.
Leda scurried to my legs and hugged them as if they were her only shelter. I caressed the top of her head and she rested her cheek against my knee, sobbing sligthly.
"Thank you," she said.
None of this is real, but it sure did feel that way, I thought to myself.
"No, don't thank me. Thank Manusha," I told her.
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Leda and I woke up in each other's arms. She was grateful I saved her from her husband but was still ashamed of the situation.
She avoided eye contact with me and blushed whenever I touched her.
Her nightgown was in tatters and her nakedness barely hidden. I wanted to fuck her so bad but I figured she needed some respite after the last night.
Mikhil was nowhere to be seen and that greatly worried Leda.
Good riddance, I thought, he left me with one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen and I began to get used to the idea of making her some kind of concubine...
... who can stop me, after all?
The house looked like a thrash can, though. If I were to live there, it would need a major upgrade.
I began thinking of how to proceed and thought of an action plan to convert more people to Manusha. The more worshipers, the stronger I would getm he had told me.
I began to like my new role as Prophet of Manusha.
Gayan the Prophet, I mused
Leda put on a more descent dress and went straight to cleaning up the mess Mikhil had left.
I was raiding their food store for something to eat. I found some eggs and salted fish, some kind of cereals - no milk or coffee, not even drinking water.
They must obtain it from the river, I thought.
I looked for a bucket and headed out for it.
At the door, I encountered a small group of burly men coming to the house. They looked hard and serious and I figured they might be Mikhil's friends.
Trouble!
Leda saw me lingering at the door and came to my side. As soon as she saw them, she stiffened and began whispering something under her breath.
"Who are they, Leda?" I asked.
Her breath picked up speed and her whispers became audible
"Praise Manusha, it's the Justiciar."
Oh Mikhil, what did you do? I thought, preparing myself for even more trouble than I thought was coming my way but then,...
Hold on, was Leda... praying?