'Oh?' the witch's face brightened.
'Yeah. But you're probably so wallowed out I'll have to tie a two by four on my ass to keep from falling in.'
Pure evil hate flickered in Roma's eyes. 'You'll pay dearly for that remark, Sam.'
'Yeah,' Sam said, the word coming out slow and soft. 'You're probably right. But my payment will not be the way you're thinking of it.'
Roma grinned wickedly. 'You see, Sam Balon King: already you are thinking about your sins against your Master and how you will be punished. Oh, Sam! Why are you fighting what you know you truly want in your heart? Sam, Sam. My Master doesn't disapprove of a brother-sister love affair. And you two are in love; that's evident for all to see.' She walked across the room, sitting down in a chair. 'What does your God offer you—either of you?' she looked at her daughter. 'You want me to answer for you? I can assure you both, I know the Bible far better than either of you. I can quote you book, chapter, and verse.' Without waiting for a reply, she said, 'Read Leviticus, Chapter eighteen. Read it … both of you, and see what His wrath will be.'
Sam and Nydia sat quietly, listening to her.
'But my Master, children, oh, he is a far more forgiving Master than your God. And so much easier to obey.
'1 won't bore you or tempt you further, children. All I ask is that you both think about my words. Think about them while you two are lying in bed this night, close to each other, wanting each other, but fearful to touch. Fear, children, that's what your Master offers you … and nothing else.'
She was gone, simply vanishing before their eyes.
Nydia and Sam looked at each other, the unspoken question in their minds hanging like a shroud between them.
'Incredibly tight,' Falcon muttered hotly. 'I don't believe I've ever had a woman this tight.' He seemed oblivious to the moanings of the young woman beneath him. He worked in another inch.
Lana screamed, attempting to push him away … anything to ease the pain. But she succeeded only in aiding the man in his onward and inward conquest. Bright spots of blood dotted the whiteness of sheet beneath her nakedness.
The medallion between her sweaty breasts glowed faintly.
Falcon bent his head to touch his lips to hers. 'Only a bit more, my dear, and then you will begin to enjoy our afternoon's tete-a-tete.'
He hunched and she screamed.
There is, Falcon mused with a smile, nothing so lovely as a young lady receiving her first taste of cock … especially if the cock is large enough to produce wails of pain.
Lana bit her lip and wept in pain.
On his knees, Falcon's hands on her hips, he pulled her to him, savoring her pleas for mercy. With one savage hunching motion, he finally pulled her to him, impaling her to the full extent as his eyes drank in her nakedness, enjoying her pain. He allowed her to rest for a moment as he viewed her.
Her once shiny blond hair was now matted from perspiration-induced pain; a trickle of sweat ran from her pulsing throat between her breasts. And such lovely breasts, he thought. High and firm and tipped with delicate roses. Ah, youth, he mused, fleeting and fickle in its brevity. Such a pity it is wasted on the young.
He said, 'Did you know, my dear—of course not, how could you—that I had the largest cock in all of Paris?'
'Take it out!' she screamed.
'Is it hurting you?' Falcon smiled.
'Yes!'
'Good.' His smile widened. 'It has been said that pain serves to enhance pleasure.'
That said, Falcon withdrew from her and with one brutal thrust, rammed his thick length home.
Her screams echoed about the cabin in the woods.
That done, pleasured by her pain, Falcon began making love to her, gently, allowing her cunt to adjust to him, allowing the juices within her to flow, and it was not long before pleasure overwhelmed pain, and she began to whimper under a shivering climax.
'Do you love my Master?' Falcon asked.
'Yes!' she hissed.
Falcon settled into the rhythm that has become the oldest introduction of the species … and the most pleasurable, and Lana groaned her welcome.
'Any other God but mine is shit, Lana,' he said.
'Yes,' was her reply. 'The Christian God is shit!'
At his promptings, Lana repeated more damning words, the medallion between her breasts glowing its approval as more blasphemies rolled from her mouth, the words becoming filthy in content, raw obscenities from the lips of youth, from a heart now blackened forever by the soot from the ever-smoking pits of Hell. Her hands rubbed his naked flesh, taking pleasure and comfort from the hot flesh, working their way down his flat belly, into his hairy crotch, her fingers gently touching the beginnings of his thick root, now slick from her own juices.
And as he drove into her, each thrust a hammer blow of male density, roughly caressing the silkiness of female inner heat, the words from her mouth increased in number and profane impiety, until the room filled with the radiance from the medallion.
They thrashed on the damp sheets, each seeking -release, while Falcon encouraged Lana's verbal garbage, prompting her, pushing her past the point of no return, searing her flesh and filling her heart with painless invisible
