as he was told, dragging himself upright and wrapping his arms around her waist. She knotted her fingers in his hair, pulling his head back so she could look into his eyes. There was fear there. Fear - and something more. She liked that.
'Am I hurting you? Say yes.'
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'Yes.'
She smiled, exposing her fangs, and he realized then that it was just beginning. The fear in Judd's eyes gave way to terror. And she liked that even more.
They fucked for three solid hours. She skillfully manipulated Judd's pleasure centers so he remained perpetually erect, despite exhaustion. She randomly induced orgasms, often one right after another, until they numbered in the dozens.
After the seventh or eighth orgasm, Judd was shooting air.
She enjoyed how he wailed in pain each time he spasmed.
As dawn began to make its way into the room, she severed her control of Judd's body. He fell away from her in mid-thrust, his eyes rolled back behind flickering lids. She dressed quickly, her attention fixed on the rising sun. Judd lay curled in a fetal position on the soiled and tangled bedclothes, his naked body shuddering and jerking as his nervous system reasserted its control.
'Parting is such sweet sorrow,' she purred, caressing his shivering flank. Judd gasped at her touch but did not pull away.
'You pleased me This time So I will let you live This time.'
She lowered her head, brushing his jugular lightly with her lips. Judd squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation of the bite But all she did was whisper: 'Get used to it, lover boy.'
When he opened his eyes again, she was gone For the time being.
The Other takes a great deal of pleasure in telling me what itdid to Judd, making sure not to leave out a single, nasty detail as it reruns the morning's exploits inside my skull.
My response to the news is to scream and run headfirst into the nearest wall. Then to continue pounding my skull against the floorboards until my glasses shatter and blood streams down my face and mats my hair. I succeed in breaking my nose and shattering both cheekbones before collapsing.
It's not enough.
'Girly-girl! Long time no see! What brings you into my little den of iniquity this time?'
Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer ( http://www.novapdf.com ) The demon Malfeis sports the exterior of a flabby white male in late middle age, dressed in a loud plaid polyester leisure suit with white buck loafers. A collection of gold medallions dangle under his chins, and he holds a racing form in one hand.
I slide into the booth opposite the demon. 'I need magic Mal.'
'Don't we all? Say, what's with the face? You can reconstruct better than that!'
I shrug, one hand straying to my swollen left cheek. The bone squelches under my fingertips and slides slightly askew.
Heavy-duty facial reconstruction requires feeding for it to be done right, and I deliberately skipped my waking meal.
'You tangle with an ogre? One of those vorgr punks?'
'Leave it be, Mal.'
Malfeis shrugs. 'Just trying to be friendly, that's all. Now, what kind of magic are you in the market for?'
'Binding and containment'
The demon grunts and fishes out a pocket calculator. 'What are you looking to bind? Ghost? Elemental? Demon? Muse?
There's a difference in the prices, you know.'
'Myself.'
'Huh?' Mal halts in mid-computation, his exterior flickering for a moment to reveal a hulking creature that resembles an orangutan with a boar's snout
'You heard me. I wish to have myself bound and contained.'
'Sonja--'
'Name your price, damn you.'
'Don't be redundant, girlchick.'
I sigh and heft a knapsack onto the tabletop. 'I brought some of my finest acquisitions. I've got hair shaved from Ted Bundy's head just before he went to the chair, dried blood scraped from the walls of the Labianco home, a spent rifle casing from the grassy knoll, and a cedar cigar
'Am I hurting you? Say yes.'
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'Yes.'
She smiled, exposing her fangs, and he realized then that it was just beginning. The fear in Judd's eyes gave way to terror. And she liked that even more.
They fucked for three solid hours. She skillfully manipulated Judd's pleasure centers so he remained perpetually erect, despite exhaustion. She randomly induced orgasms, often one right after another, until they numbered in the dozens.
After the seventh or eighth orgasm, Judd was shooting air.
She enjoyed how he wailed in pain each time he spasmed.
As dawn began to make its way into the room, she severed her control of Judd's body. He fell away from her in mid-thrust, his eyes rolled back behind flickering lids. She dressed quickly, her attention fixed on the rising sun. Judd lay curled in a fetal position on the soiled and tangled bedclothes, his naked body shuddering and jerking as his nervous system reasserted its control.
'Parting is such sweet sorrow,' she purred, caressing his shivering flank. Judd gasped at her touch but did not pull away.
'You pleased me This time So I will let you live This time.'
She lowered her head, brushing his jugular lightly with her lips. Judd squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation of the bite But all she did was whisper: 'Get used to it, lover boy.'
When he opened his eyes again, she was gone For the time being.
The Other takes a great deal of pleasure in telling me what itdid to Judd, making sure not to leave out a single, nasty detail as it reruns the morning's exploits inside my skull.
My response to the news is to scream and run headfirst into the nearest wall. Then to continue pounding my skull against the floorboards until my glasses shatter and blood streams down my face and mats my hair. I succeed in breaking my nose and shattering both cheekbones before collapsing.
It's not enough.
'Girly-girl! Long time no see! What brings you into my little den of iniquity this time?'
Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer ( http://www.novapdf.com ) The demon Malfeis sports the exterior of a flabby white male in late middle age, dressed in a loud plaid polyester leisure suit with white buck loafers. A collection of gold medallions dangle under his chins, and he holds a racing form in one hand.
I slide into the booth opposite the demon. 'I need magic Mal.'
'Don't we all? Say, what's with the face? You can reconstruct better than that!'
I shrug, one hand straying to my swollen left cheek. The bone squelches under my fingertips and slides slightly askew.
Heavy-duty facial reconstruction requires feeding for it to be done right, and I deliberately skipped my waking meal.
'You tangle with an ogre? One of those vorgr punks?'
'Leave it be, Mal.'
Malfeis shrugs. 'Just trying to be friendly, that's all. Now, what kind of magic are you in the market for?'
'Binding and containment'
The demon grunts and fishes out a pocket calculator. 'What are you looking to bind? Ghost? Elemental? Demon? Muse?
There's a difference in the prices, you know.'
'Myself.'
'Huh?' Mal halts in mid-computation, his exterior flickering for a moment to reveal a hulking creature that resembles an orangutan with a boar's snout
'You heard me. I wish to have myself bound and contained.'
'Sonja--'
'Name your price, damn you.'
'Don't be redundant, girlchick.'
I sigh and heft a knapsack onto the tabletop. 'I brought some of my finest acquisitions. I've got hair shaved from Ted Bundy's head just before he went to the chair, dried blood scraped from the walls of the Labianco home, a spent rifle casing from the grassy knoll, and a cedar cigar
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