The incense curled like dark promises through the candlelit basement as Priya locked eyes with her husband Raj. "Tonight's ritual demands a real man, not your beta excuses," she said, her voice sharp with command. Raj shifted uncomfortably, but the white alpha, Marcus, strode in with a smirk. "Your little Indian cock can't breed what the dark lord wants," Marcus taunted, his bulge already straining. Priya laughed, circling him. "Prove it, white bull. Show this cuck what a proper cock looks like."
Raj's face burned as Priya dropped to her knees before Marcus, her strong hands freeing his massive, hard cock. "Mmm, dripping already for the ritual," she purred, stroking it with wicked delight. "Raj, watch how a real alpha fills me while you pant like the horny beta you are." Marcus groaned, thrusting into her grip. "Your wife's pussy is mine tonight, cuck. Satan's blessing starts with her wet heat." Priya winked at Raj. "Jealous? Good. This breeding is for power, not your weak seed."
She took Marcus's cock into her mouth for a slow, teasing blowjob, tongue swirling as she maintained eye contact with her husband. "Tastes like dominance," she moaned around it, saliva dripping down her chin. Marcus's hands tangled in her hair. "Suck it deeper, goddess. Make him see why his ass stays empty and mine claims you." Raj's breathing grew ragged, but Priya pulled back, standing tall. "On the altar, Marcus. The ritual needs your cum in my pussy, not his pathetic attempts."
Marcus lifted her onto the ancient stone, spreading her ass as he plunged his hard cock into her dripping pussy. Priya rode him with fierce control, panting and sweating, her nails raking his chest. "Harder, alpha—breed me for the dark ones while Raj watches his wife get what he can't give," she demanded, witty and unyielding. "Feel that? Your beta Indian cock could never stretch me like this." Marcus growled, pounding deeper. "Cum for the rite, Priya. Flood her, cuck—your turn to witness true power."
Raj's eyes widened as Priya came first, her body clenching around Marcus's thick shaft, juices dripping onto the altar. Marcus followed, roaring as he pumped thick ropes of cum deep inside her, breeding her in the satanic glow. Priya arched, triumphant. "That's the seed we need—hot, potent, not your weak drips." They collapsed in a sweaty tangle, the ritual's first mark sealed.
Priya rose, cum trailing down her thigh, and fixed Raj with a knowing smile. "The dark lord approves... but the next phase will test us all further."
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