She’s a servant of the Tyrants! Read 15456 times |
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Everything was driven from my mind except the need to have my sleeping beauty. Sex She’s here to help us.”
“Why would the Tyrants want to help us?” Sister Stella demanded. It was barely there, her heart barely pumping. I undressed her. Things grew hazy around me. I knew the trip was too dangerous. It was just a stupid scratch. I reached for the pouch of willow bark, pulled out a piece, and chewed on it. My hips bucked up, the pleasure racing through my body. Everyone worshiped me and loved me. “Yes, I can see that. The road was made of asphalt. The fastener unsnapped and her hand pushed inside. You will see, Chase.”
“And will I be as bitter about your future?” I spat. Her thigh was swollen around the red scratch, the white pus reeking of foul cheese. “I’ve been consecrated to lie with a god.”
“I’m no god.”
“You are! “Hold her,” I told them. “Same as yesterday,” I lied as I stood up. I’m chewing on my bark.”
“How’s your leg looking.”
“The same. Especially if you are joining the family.”
“This is a mistake,” Sister Stella spat.
