"This is true." Gerald seconded.
"Stay," she heard John say from the corner of his mouth as he released her to stand on her own, still with her back to her audience. John walked behind her and she felt infuriatingly bereft in his absence. He was quick to return, although she could not see him as he remained behind her. She felt the presence of his large body. Suddenly she felt a sharp prick in the area John's finger had lingered on before above her buttocks. She made a hissing sound more in surprise than actual pain. She realized that he had poked her blemish with a needle as she felt a drop of what she surmised to be blood tickling her skin in its slow descent.
"It bleeds." John said with what sounded like a hint of annoyance.
"Search her again, make sure there are no other marks, be thorough." His uncle ordered from across the room. She was sure this was part of the facade to convince the minister of their legitimacy. She rolled her eyes openly as her face was
"I'm sorry lass." Gerald said as he untied the gag from around her mouth followed by pools of drool that it had caused. She was beyond feeling humiliated at her appearance, she just wanted to sleep and forget. There were no windows in the cell but it had to be late afternoon by now, and she had been allotted minimal sleep and sustenance, with an exuberant amount of stress being placed on her mind and body, she was exhausted."The alternative tests the minister proposed were much worse." He continued, as he took a clean cloth and some water from the table and gently dabbed her back, where the worst of the scratches were. She winced out despite his lack of pressure. He had a large bag in the corner of the cell that she only noticed when he walked over and pulled out a small pot from it."This will sting at first." He said as he applied some kind of oily salve from the pot with his fingers over the welts. She hissed through her teeth at the pain the salve caused but once
Her body was shaking in the aftermath of the pleasure he had given her. His body sank into hers and she revelled in the feeling of his weight on her. He groaned and grabbed her body and quickly flipped onto his back pulling her with him to lay on top of him while pulling out of her. She laid her head on his chest and tried to recover her breathing."Are you okay?" He finally broke the silence, his deep voice vibrating her ear laying over his chest.She chuckled. "You've already asked me that, repeatedly.""I'm serious, Elizabeth. I'm sorry, I -""I'm not, John." She sighed. Thankfully he didn't insist on continuing his apology. She didn't know how, nor did she wish to explain the tumultuous emotions that had been happening within her throughout the day. She wasn't sure what she thought about John Davis, but she did know how she felt about him. Hearing his voice after a day of being physically and emotionally drained made her feel a warmth in her chest tha
Surprisingly they both slept soundly, jolted from their slumber by the unlatching of the heavy cell door. John tensed his arm around her and relaxed when Gerald came into the cell, closing the door behind him. He arched an eyebrow in their direction but didn't speak of them lying together indecently. Elizabeth sat up and scooted to the edge of the table quickly, her legs dangling down over the edge. John sighed in annoyance at the interruption as he got up off the table slowly, feeling very stiff from the cramped sleeping position. At the loss of John's body heat she noticed that the temperature had dropped drastically overnight, the heat wave finally having passed. She pulled the thin blanket, still warm from their body heat, around her shoulders."I hate to bear bad news, lass, but today we go swimming." Gerald snarled in disgust at the suggestion that had clearly been the minister's."What does that entail?" She asked as John clenched his jaw and went still.
"Just breathe, Elizabeth" John said as soon as they were out of earshot, he looked down at her with concern, the harsh look from the river had melted completely."Will they believe me now?" Her voice came out as a barely perceptive croak, it burned her throat to speak. She sincerely hoped that nearly drowning would be worth something to this corrupt town she'd found herself in."I'm not certain." He answered sadly.She nuzzled her head into his broad chest, closing her eyes, as he quickly walked her back to her cell. When she opened her eyes she realized she'd dozed off in his arms. They were in a cell, but it wasn't the original one that they'd spent the night in. This one had a fireplace and it was blazing high as John fed it. Her whole body, which she'd been sure would never be warm again, finally began to thaw as she sat on his lap in front of the fire. He took the damp, cold blanket from her shoulders and pulled the edge of the saturated shift to remove it
The progress was slow. Alicia had become used to the pace but it was still bothersome. She had already scoured through her spellbooks twice already but maybe it was time to look for a third time. There were countless wonders she could accomplish with her magic but something as mundane as moving a pile of dirt wasn't one of them. All she wanted to do was plunder the treasures from the crypt and be done with it. It seemed like such a trivial task but it wasn't the sort of work that her magic was made for. Potions, charms, and illusions, yes, manual labor no.It had been a simple thing for the witch to enchant this part of the graveyard and to keep the people from the town from coming near while the word was done. It had been just as easy for her to link a pocket dimension back to her cottage so she could keep her home nearby. When it came to moving dirt though the only thing that would do was manual labor. Not hers, of course, Alicia couldn't even recall the last time she had r
“What is the point of dredging up all the memories?” asked Camilla. She looked calm enough but she was more than enough upset to understand that she had not been a nice person in her past lives and had hated and tortured and the Priestess looked at her and smiled.“You are the one with the power of death in your hands. You have killed, you have judged, you have hated people and made them hate you. I am just trying to show you that all this darkness that lurks in you does not come in for no reason. There is a reason for it and that it is only because of all that you have done. Things may have happened to you in this life, all the bad things and evil things maybe but your soul is the old one, the same one which has done all the bad things. Finally it has caught up with you in this life. All this lingering darkness inside you, they are here for a reason Camilla and I think that you are supposed to use that darkness for a reason and purpose.”&ldquo
The husk's cock invaded deeper into her. It felt like it was taking minutes to push into her, but in reality, it was only a matter of seconds. The cold hands tightened around her trapping her and leaving her at the hordes' mercy. The cock sunk into her, splitting her full asscheeks. The creature worked inside deeper and deeper into her, making her cry out even louder. He felt impossibly big inside of her, she couldn't imagine a cock as big as his even fitting inside of her, but somehow it did.Then his hips smacked against her ass and he was inside of her completely. Both husks were buried in her up to their balls. Even the husk with his cock down her throat pulled her in close. The feeling was otherworldly, Alicia felt completely filled up. It took her a few moments to adjust to the new feeling but when she finally did it felt amazing. She couldn't believe how good it felt. The three cocks were impossibly deep in her, it was perfect.As one the husks began to pump the
"Prodigious birth of love it is to me, that I should love a loathed enemy"~ William Shakespeare, "Romeo & Juliet", act I, scene V******"I'm hungry."The black-haired boy stopped walking, and looked at his female companion."I reeeaaaally need something to eat," Lucy complained.Justin sighed."Fine. Where?"She looked towards a dark alleyway."That looks promising."Lucy ran into the alley, Justin slowly following. Lucy crouched on the side of a few trashcans, sniffing deeply. With a swift, cat-like motion, her arm shot out into the space between the cans. Lucy stood up, grinning. In her hand she held a large, struggling rat."Sorry, little buddy. You're out of luck tonight."Justin turned away with a disgusted grimace as she sank her teeth into the animal."Yuch," he said. "I'll never get used to that.""A girl's gotta eat," Lucy laughed, completely unembarrassed, and dropped the