Susan Squires Burning

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rhythmically with the muscles of her womb. His body arched even harder against her. Ann. Ann needs
me, he thought. Ann understands me. It was a new kind of chant.
Somehow he made it through Dee's orgasm. She got off him. His body collapsed against the stone of the
coffin.
"Ummm," Dee said, as she shrugged on a silk robe and went to stand even closer to the flames in the
gaping maw of the fireplace. "I thought he might be close that time. Keep him roused, Freya, while I
rest." Freya lay beside him, her body pressed along his. She took his cock, still painfully erect and
needing, in her hands and began to work it.
Stephan could not help the small moan of protest that escaped him.
Dee picked up a glass from a large wooden tray sitting on the hearth and ladled spiced wine from a
wassail bowl into it. "Perhaps you should suck him. That would be a more intense sensation."
"This is fine for now," Freya murmured into Stephan's neck as she rubbed her thumb over the head of his
cock and spread the clear liquid leaking from it over the tip.
"I see you want to draw it out." Dee chuckled. "Very well. It has been a while since I was able to truly
satisfy myself." Dee threw her head back as she stalked away in the darkness, stretching like a cat. She
didn't let her compulsion falter, though. Stephan, disoriented and distressed as he was, had been waiting
to feel their guard go down, even the slightest bit.
"I'm sorry," Freya whispered to him, as she circled his cock with her hand and pumped it. He groaned. "I
really have no choice. Father thinks you are too dangerous to live."
"There's always a choice," he gasped, as the sensation rose again to the unbearable point. He had to bear
it for Ann's sake.
"Not if you are my father's daughter, and you have been for three thousand years," Freya whispered. He
felt her words in his ear, her breasts pressed against his side through the white chiffon strips that covered
them, her thigh over his. Most of all he felt the molten core inside him answering the demands she made.
It surged and bubbled. Why hadn't it been like this with Ann?
"You& you had to kill& innocent& humans?" he groaned.
He felt her hesitate. "That was Dee."
"So you& chose not to& to kill them." He felt like he was being torn apart.
Again the hesitation. Then she took her mouth from his ear. "Silence," she ordered, her voice clear so that
Dee could be sure to hear it. Her hand slid along his cock more quickly. He arched again against the
sensation pouring over him, gasping for breath.
Dee's face appeared over him. "Good," she murmured. "Excellent, Freya." She stalked around them.
Stephan could hardly breathe, hardly see. His being was centered in his loins and behind their
excruciating tightness was pooled the lava, waiting to be released, but not allowed release because of the
tight bands of compulsion that bound him.
"I have brought some tools to increase his sensation," he heard Dee say, from somewhere distant. "A rod
for his anus, some clips for his nipples, a ring for his cock. We could feed from him as well, as long as it
doesn't weaken him too much."
"You& you planned for this?" Freya asked. The rhythm of her stroking slowed. Stephan breathed. "I
thought we were going to help him if he couldn't kill them all. We never thought he would disobey "
"Father told me it would come to this. I came prepared." Dee opened a small valise. Stephan saw it
through a veil of desperation.
"Excuse me."
Van Helsing's voice came as a shock.
The Daughters jerked their heads up. Freya stopped stroking Stephan's cock. The lava in his groin sank
to a simmer. Van Helsing? What was he doing here? Where was Ann?
"What is it?" Dee barked.
"Uh& Ann& I mean, it's the laudanum. Well, it put her out She lost consciousness." Stephan couldn't
see him, but he could hear the man's fear. He wondered if Van Helsing had imagined what he would see
when he came down here to the crypts.
"And what of that?" Dee growled. "Get back upstairs. We have work to do."
"Well, but it isn't satisfying to have my way with her if she's unconscious." His pouty whine echoed in the
immensity of the crypt. "It's, well, it's like taking a corpse." Apparently his grievance overcame his fear. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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