Desire's Vessel: My Lewd Reincarnation-Chapter 38: The Choice Was Never Hers!

Sadly for Hillary, the moment she regained her senses, her body had been aching for Zaja’s cum, she had been breaking into episodes of fevers as she coped with withdrawal symptoms.

She had gotten addicted to Zaja’s cock, even after just tasting it once!

"How did things get so out of hand, I am one of the five most beautiful women in all of Ironforge Dominion, one of the promising members of the aristocracy and I am in the top twenty most riches women, and you’re telling me that my only choices are to become a slave wife or a commoner’s servant?"

"Zaja, you vile demon... You totally wrecked my fucking life, now I am a shell of the woman I was aspiring to be... What will the House of Wagner think?" Hillary played the victim as she expelled crocodile tears and she clenched her inner thighs due to the massive surge of her cunt aching for Zaja’s meat.

"You think I wrecked your life? I would actually argue that you forced your way into mine Lady Wagner, and now I’m trying to handle this by finding the right line between being a good and a cultured man." Zaja walked out of the shadows of the room, appearing in Hillary’s chambers, and zooming across the room to stand right behind the noble slut.

Watching the projection of Zaja’s shadow towering above her from behind, Hillary bit her lips, clenching her inner thighs at maximum strength.

Zaja wrapped his arms around her waist and lowered his chin on her shoulder.

"My Lady, tonight, the theme is raw destiny. We all get an opportunity to choose a new path for ourselves. And this is your opportunity..."

"Therefore, Hillary dos Wagner, which one do you want to be? My bride? Or my pet? I will accept your choice either way, because in one case or another, past tonight, I am the sovereign owner of your life, and the master of your destiny," Zaja whispered in Hillary’s ears.

And with a slick move, he sneaked his hands under her skirt, fingered her juicy pussy, getting a feel of her hungry cunt.

Before she could let out a slight moan of pleasure, Zaja quickly withdrew his hand, leaving Hillary wanting more.

"You’ll get more once we make it through the ceremony..."

Hillary grabbed at his clothes hungrily, tears rolling from her eyes as she dropped to her knees even in her bride attire.

"Please Zaja, I need to cum so bad... Please let me cum, I’ll do anything you fucking ask, just give me your golden cock."

Zaja looked down at her with a satisfactory smile on his face, ’This is exactly how I want you...’

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Whenever humans wanted a chance to receive their gods blessings, they performed rituals that were ancient in age and they were set up by the gods themselves to test their followers and reward their undying devotion.

Ceremonies such as weddings, sacraments, ritual enslavements and whatnot were traditionally excuses for these rituals. But over centuries of these rituals failing to produce any bountiful results, the practices became less frequent.

"Apparently, Lady Elyria of House Valthorne was so against this wedding that she left for Sunshine City at the last moment." The wedding was about to start and with nothing better to do, the nobles gossiped, mostly concerned with the mesmerizing Elyria’s absence.

It was no secret that lady Elyria’s relationship with her now adoptive son was complicated to say the least, so even though some expected her to be present, it wasn’t a surprise to see that she refused to attend.

Meanwhile, in attendance was the Prince of the country Egil Ironforge. He watched with keen eyes, waiting for the exact moment the one named Zaja Thornhill will emerged from within.

"What did I say? My helper is the House keeper of house Valthorne. I saw the sigil myself. Of course he will fucking deliver." Egil whispered to a reserved nobleman, both standing in a corner.

"Apparently it was Zaja who killed the previous house Keeper, and while the new House Keeper’s name hasn’t been made public, there’s no way Elyria intentionally allowed Zaja to just kill a high nobleman of Valthorne."

"Prince Egil, I don’t know about this assignment of ours, I have a gut feeling about it. It’s really all happening so fast. Is it possible that we’re not being tricked? If there’s one thing I know, is that a scam’s favourite tactic is speed."

The nobleman asked with a nervous smile, scratching the back of his neck occasionally. He was the Duke of Damsgard, Egil’s top supporter and also a firm believer that the scion deserved the rights to the throne.

But when it came to danger, the Duke of Damsgard had a keen eye to spot trouble even before it came close. This was due to his mutation known as Compass Needle, it was a passive mutation that had offered no combat abilities whatsoever, it just did its thing by giving him and unsettling feeling when things weren’t right in his favour.

"Oi oi oi, wait for a second here... There’s something horribly wrong going on here. Prince Egil, you can take command of my men, but I want no part in this extravaganza..." The Duke of Damsgard made a strange remark as he felt the effect of his mutation crippling in from the back of his neck.

Egil angrily grabbed the Duke’s shoulder and landed a hot slap on his cheek.

Tah! 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"Is this how you govern over Damsgard? By being a wimp? Of course your senses will go off this is a life or death situation, but that’s the gamble here..."

"After all the fucking nobles we killed together, you’re loosing your testicles because of a servant? I want Zaja’s head and you will help me slit his throat!" Egil whispered in the Duke’s ear.

"We have gone to far for me to back down now," the Duke of Damsgard said as he signified Egil to look onto the stage.

Zaja and Hillary walked into the venue— flanked by a precession of dancer girls dressed in scorching white and grey colours of the sun god’s worshippers

A middle aged priest led the dancers, singing hymns of praise and throwing flaming petals in the couples path.

They walked towards the alter, there: the statue of a herculean deity with white skin and burning sun eyes floated in the sky, so perfect that the rising sun hovered behind it in the sky like a background throne.

Immediately, all eyes fell on the pair, but to everyone’s surprise, Zaja was wearing a white and precious stone coated mask.

Hillary however, straddled beside him with a golden collar around her neck, tied to chains held tight in Zaja’s hand.

All in the scene held their breath in anticipation as the watched everything unfold.

Yet when the priest addressed the audience, their Jaws still dropped in shock.

"We’re hereby assembled to bear witness to a bondage ceremony. With almighty Helios as her witness, Hillary dos Wagner pledges to take Zaja as her master she will become his loyal servant," the priest said, causing a loud silence to fall in the scene.