Superstitions

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Superstitions

By Savannah Reardon

“How to Save a Loved One Who’s About to Die”

"You are totally nuts. You know that don't you?" "I don't mind going alone. You don't have to go with me." Nick shook his head in exasperation. "Of course I have to go with you. I'm not letting my best friend sit on the steps of some dilapidated old church at midnight on Halloween by herself... even if she is nuts." Chloe frowned, "Wouldn't you do anything, no matter how farfetched, if there was even a remote possibility it would save your mother's life?" Nick sighed and pulled her into his arms. "I'm sorry Chloe. I know you're only trying to help your mom. It's just this is beyond weird, even for you." She stubbornly wiped tears from her eyes and pushed him away. "Maybe so, but I'm doing it anyway." Looking at the clock, she stood, "It's time to go." "Shouldn't we take a blanket? If you have to take off pieces of clothing, you're going to get cold." "No. I don't want to take any chances that covering myself after I've discarded some clothing would make casting it off in the first place null and void."

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Chloe shivered in the cool breeze that flowed over her body as she sat on the rickety steps of the old country church. "Why did you have to pick a church out in the middle of nowhere?" "I thought we had a better chance of the superstition being true if the church was as old and foreboding looking as possible." "Well this one sure is." Chloe shivered again, and Nick put his arms around her and drew her into his strong embrace. "Since you refused to bring a blanket, this is all I can do to keep you warm." They sat quietly on the steps, the sounds of the night around them amplified by the dark, which seemed to surround them like a shroud. Leaves rustled spookily in the wind and howls of wild animals could be heard in the distance. "I could have sworn the stars and moon were out when we left. Sitting out here wouldn't have been so bad if there was something in the sky besides inky blackness." "You're just being silly Nick. There's nothing out here than can hurt us." "Waiting on church steps close to the witching hour on Halloween for souls of the soon dead to pass by is not my idea of being safe." Nick's eyes darted about, peering through the darkness for any signs they were not alone. Suddenly, Chloe's body stiffened within his arms. "Look," she stammered as her arm shakily rose and pointed out into the darkness.

Nick's gaze followed the line of her arm, and he gasped when he saw the glowing shape emerging from the darkness. "No fucking way." They sat in disbelief as the first apparition passed in front of them. After a few moments had passed and they realized that none of the spooky figures were paying any attention to them, they relaxed slightly. "Look Chloe. You can tell by looking at a number of them how they died." Some of the shambling figures had obvious gashes in their bodies. Others were so messed up, they were almost unrecognizable. A few were even walking headless. "Oh that's just gross." Chloe tried to avert her eyes to the obvious wounds rupturing from a few of the souls that passed by. "We need to be looking down the line instead of just watching in front of us. You have to throw the clothing just as they pass. If I wait, I won't be able to get anything off in time to throw it in front of Mom." "You don't even know you'll see her. The doctors didn't say she would die within a year." "I know they didn't give specifics, but I am assuming not long means months and not years." "We could be here all night." "I'm willing to wait until the last soul passes by if that is what it takes." "I can't believe this is happening. No one would believe us if we told what we saw." "I know. I never really thought it was true, but I couldn't take the chance it wasn't." "Chloe," Nick whispered, "there she is."

"Oh shit," Chloe responded as she saw the shambling soul of her mother only a short distance away. She jumped up and hurriedly pulled her shirt over her head and then unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. "So that's why you wore a skirt. Why are you taking off two? The superstition only said one." "I'm not taking any chances, especially since she's so close to the beginning of the line." Chloe stood on the bottom step, waiting for the soul that symbolized her mother's soon death to approach. As the figure passed in front of her, she tossed the shirt and then the skirt. "Oh my god!" she screamed when the garments passed through the glowing apparition to land on the ground on the other side. Chloe scrambled back up the steps, tripping in her haste and landing right in Nick's lap. Nick's arms wrapped around her, pulling her into the warmth of his body. "So close to the front." Chloe shivered, but not just from cold this time, and goose bumps rippled over her skin. "I have a bad feeling that means she's supposed to die very soon." "Why?" "I figure they are in order of when they are supposed to die. The ones in the front over the next few months and the ones in the back at the end part of the twelve months." "It makes sense." They sat in uncomfortable silence for awhile, watching as the souls of strangers passed in front of them. "We've done what we came for. Shouldn't we leave?" "I don't think so Nick. I think we need to stay until they have all passed. Besides, there is no way I can get my clothes back until they have all gone anyway."

"True, but I'm worried that you'll get sick, sitting here for so long in your underwear." "Just keep your arms around me. I'll be okay. Besides, this way we can watch out for anyone else we know." "Chloe, please don't get your hopes up that this will actually work." "This part of the superstition was true. I have to hope if this part is true than so is the other." "I know. I just don't want to see you hurt." Chloe snuggled further back against Nick's warm body. A surprising sense of peace had fallen over her since tossing her clothing at her mother's soul. She was startled out of her calm when Nick suddenly jumped up, dumping Chloe unceremoniously from his lap. "Oh no, nonononono!" he moaned. Frantically, he began to disrobe. Chloe looked down the line, straining to see what had caused him to act so strangely. A few feet away, she noticed a form in the line that looked a lot like Nick's father. Her heart sank when she looked on and noticed his mother and three sisters were following him. All of them looked bruised and battered, and Nick's mother's head was wobbling on top of her neck. One of the twins was missing an arm and the other looked barely recognizable, her transparent skin puckered and scarred. "What the fuck?" she gasped. Realization dawned on her that Nick didn't have enough clothing on to toss to his family as they passed before them. Hurriedly, she unsnapped her bra and pulled it off her shoulders, releasing her full breasts as the cups bared them to the chilly night air. She hesitated, but only for a moment, before pushing her panties down her hips and stepping out of them.

Nick cried in anguish, "Chloe, will socks count? I don't have enough if they don't." Chloe put her arm around his waist. "It's okay Nick. I took off my underwear. Surely between what we both have on, it will be enough." Nick began to throw clothing as his family passed by the steps. Chloe threw her underwear as his last two sisters went by. Shivering and shaking, they huddled together on the steps, both in shock over what they had just witnessed. "Thank god we didn't leave," Nick stammered, his teeth chattering in the cold. Chloe took his hand. "Come on Nick. Let's go wait in the car. At least in there, we will have a heater. We can get our clothes back after they are all gone. There's no point in staying out here now. We don't have any clothes left to throw." She hoped if she could get him away from the line of apparitions what they had just seen would fade some from his mind... and hers. "I don't think I want them back. Seriously Chloe, I don't think I can put them back on. Not after they sailed right through my family." Nick shuddered. "Ok, but you at least have to get your wallet back. You didn't take it out of your pants before you threw them." "Good point. Good thing I left the keys in the car." They settled into the car, huddled together on the bench seat as the warm air poured from the vents. "They looked so... damaged," Nick said, his voice quivering with emotion. "Try not to think about. After all, you know right now they are home, safe and alive. You said yourself this might not mean anything."

"I know, but I can't think about anything else. The image of them keeps popping into my head." Chloe was struck with sudden inspiration. She flicked the switch that turned on the inside lights of the car. "Look at me Nick." Nick turned and met her eyes. "No, I mean look at me, all of me." "Chloe, what are you up to?" "Just do it." To get her point across, Chloe scooted over to the passenger side and leaned her back against the door, stretching her body out on the seat. She kept one leg pushed tightly against the back of the seat while letting the other hang over, giving Nick a good view of her shaved pussy. Nick's eyes swept over her body, and by the hardening of his cock, she could tell he was having the reaction she was hoping for. As his eyes swept back up her body, they met with hers and she grinned impishly. "I know what will get your mind onto something else." "You don't have to do this Chloe." "Yes I do. You're my best friend, and I love you. I can't stand to see you hurting like this. I will do anything, and I mean anything, to get your mind off what we just saw." "This could change everything." "It could, or it could change nothing. Well, ok, it's going to change things regardless, but it doesn't mean it's going to be a bad thing. Now we'll just be friends with benefits." "Or something more."

A thrill shot through Chloe's body at Nick's words and the underlying meaning. "More?" "We'll talk about it later." Nick grinned and then moved across the seat, stretching his body on top of hers. His lips brushed across her forehead. "I've dreamed about this for years, but I didn't picture it happening like this. I want to make love to you Chloe but not in a car." He gasped as he felt her fingers close over the stiff heat of his cock. "Your body says otherwise." Laughing, he said, "My cock has a mind of its own. It sees a beautiful naked woman and it gets hard. Nothing I can do about that." "Yes there is." "No Chloe, not here, not like this." His lips crushed against hers and she opened herself to him, accepting his tongue as their passion erupted. His arm slid between them and his fingers found her slick heat. She moaned, her fingers entwining in his golden hair as the passionate kiss continued and his fingers strummed against her clit, sending waves of burning desire up her body. He broke the kiss and lifted his head, adoringly gazing down upon her upturned face. Her emerald eyes were smoky with passion and her auburn hair brushed her creamy shoulders. "So beautiful," he whispered. Bending down, he caressed her breast with his tongue, circling around the ripe mound until he reached the rosy peak that jutted out erectly. She groaned as his finger slid inside her hot center. His thumb rubbed against her clit while he fucked her throbbing pussy with his finger, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. His tongue flicked across her nipple, and then he sucked it into his mouth, gently biting the pert nub and pulling it tautly.

Chloe's back arched as the pleasure from the ravishment of her nipple crashed in waves down her body to join the throbbing bliss of the plundering of her pussy. She cried out as spasms rocked her body, burning desire exploding into white hot shards as his skillful fingers pushed her arousal over the edge. As she came down from the orgasm and the spasming of her body subsided, he bent down and brushed a gentle kiss across her lips. "I thought you said not here," she murmured. "I did and I meant it, but that didn't mean I couldn't make you come." He grinned as she playfully swatted at him. "I plan on finishing what we started when we get back to your place." "You'd better," Chloe said, her eyes still smoky with lust. She sat up and looked out the window. "Where are you going?" Nick asked as she opened the door and climbed out. "They're gone. I'm going to run and get your wallet, and then we can leave." "Good, the sooner we get out of here, the better." ****

"We were really lucky." Chloe giggled as they hurried into her apartment. "If we had gotten stopped by the cops, it would have been difficult to explain why we were both naked." "Why do you think I was driving so slowly?" Nick pulled Chloe into his arms and kissed her passionately. His hard cock pressed insistently against her belly as his tongue plundered her mouth. He swept her petite body into his arms and carried her down the

hall and into the bedroom. Kneeling on the bed, he gently lay her upon the mattress. His hands caressed up and down her body. Warmth spread over her as his hands kneaded and massaged her creamy skin. Chloe panted in anticipation as his hands reached her full breasts. A moan escaped when he cupped her round globes, squeezing them with his powerful hands. He tweaked her rosy peaks, rolling them between his fingers and then gently pulling them tautly. Bending over, Nick sucked a nipple into his mouth, drawing a gasp from Chloe. She arched her back, pushing her succulent breast further into his mouth as he ravished it with his tongue. As his tongue flicked over her nipple, her hands curled, grasping the bedspread between her fingers. He moved over her and using his knee, nudged her creamy thighs apart. His mouth continued to devour her breast as his finger slid along her slit and then dipped between her puffy lips, sliding into her slick heat. Nick swiped her nipple one last time with his tongue before lifting his head and brushing her lips with hers. Passionate arousal flooded through Chloe, and she opened her mouth, her tongue darting out and flicking across his lips. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head towards her, crushing his mouth against hers. It opened and she thrust her tongue between his lips, moaning into his mouth as a second finger entered her throbbing pussy. Her body alive with desire, she thrust onto his hand, driving his fingers deeper into her wet hole. She burned with need and whimpered, "Please Nick..." His fingers withdrew and were quickly replaced with the fat head of his cock. Chloe planted her feet and lifted her ass off the bed, shoving her hot pussy upwards and impaling herself on Nick's hard shaft. "Fuck," he murmured as his cock slid inside her tight sheath. She wrapped her legs around his hips, opening herself wider and

pulling him closer. He pressed his body against hers and captured her hands in his, dragging them up and holding them over her head as he drove into her wetness. Her body was aflame with desire as he plundered her hot depths, his thick cock plunging deeper into her with each stroke. Her body trembled beneath him, their skin sliding wetly against each other as sweat beaded from the passion of their love making. Each thrust into her hot slickness sent daggers of pleasure rushing through her and her head tossed side to side. The whimpering and mewling sounds issuing from her throat shattered Nick's control and he picked up the pace, furiously slamming his cock into her tight pussy. She bucked against him, pushing her pussy up to meet his thrusts and fucking herself on his rock hard cock. Mini-spasms rippled up her body and she drove to impale herself deeper on his dick, desperately seeking release from the tremendous pressure building within her. With a loud shriek, Chloe dug her heels into Nick's ass as her body quaked, an orgasm ripping violently through her. As she bucked and writhed beneath him, her body overtaken by delicious release, he plunged into her, slamming his fat cock roughly into her slickness. Driven by primal need, he fucked her pussy as it squeezed his throbbing cock like a vise between its convulsing walls. With an animalistic roar he rammed into her to the hilt, spurting hot cum from his hole as his dick twitched in release. Satiated and spent, he collapsed on top of her, their hearts beating in unison as they lay tangled in one another's embrace. ****

Chloe sleepily opened her eyes and met the adoring gaze of Nick's chocolate eyes. "Good morning Mrs. Masters." "Good morning Mr. Masters."

"I really like the sound of that. We have your mother to thank for bringing us together, you know." "How so?" "If you hadn't heard about that superstition, we might never have made love, and our passion for each other could have possibly stayed dormant and buried." "I think we would have opened up one way or another without mom's help." "Maybe so. I guess that's something we'll never know for sure." Their conversation was interrupted by the shrill ringing of the telephone. Nick answered and Chloe grew concerned at the look of alarm on her husband's face. Peace flooded her as relief washed over him and when he hung up, she questioned him. "Who was it?" "That was Dad. It seems that on their way home from the wedding ceremony last night, a fuel tanker ran a red light. Jenny saw it wasn't slowing and screamed. Dad slammed on the brakes and wrenched the steering wheel. The car slid sideways to a stop... merely inches from the speeding truck." Chloe leaned over and threw her arms around Nick. "That explains what we saw on Halloween." "Thank God I didn't let my skepticism keep me from throwing my clothes at their passing souls." Chloe felt his strong body shudder in her embrace. "It's okay honey. You acted despite your disbelief and that's all the matters. Both our families are safe and sound, and we are happily married." "I'd say things turned out better than okay," Nick grinned and then

pushed Chloe onto her back. "How about we have another round of consummating our wedding vows?" Soon moans and whimpers filled the air as the couple gave in to their passion and love for one another.

“Women should not whistle, for it encourages evil spirits to visit them.” Sara walked through the carnival, the deep fried smell of corn dogs and funnel cakes hovering around her. The fall night air hung humid and heavy, making breathing feel as though she were trying to suck a milk shake through a straw. Sweat trickled down her forehead, her blonde bangs pasted against the damp skin. As she walked, checking out the various booths and rides, she whistled. The sweet melody flowed easily from between her full lips. As she passed a gypsy display, she heard a frail shaky voice call out to her. “Women should not whistle, for it encourages evil spirits to visit them.” She turned towards the shrunken old lady sitting inside the booth, her small body dwarfed by the prizes surrounding her. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” “Women should not whistle, for it encourages evil spirits to visit them.” Sara smiled at the gypsy and went on her way, dismissing the aged woman’s words as an old wives’ tale as she explored the rest of the carnival. Distant thunder rumbled in the sky, signaling an oncoming storm. The warm wind picked up speed, flapping loose tent ends and blowing dust in the eyes of the fair goers. As fat drops of rain began to fall, Sara hurried to her car as she tried to avoid being drenched. “Now where did that come from?” She knew this time of year storms were common, but usually the weathermen would give some chance of precipitation in the forecast. The night was supposed to

have been fair and clear, with no chance of rain given. The windshield wipers thrummed a steady cadence as the water sluiced off the glass. Lightning streaked brightly, temporarily lighting up the dark sky as booming thunder reverberated through the car. Sara gripped the steering wheel as the vehicle crawled towards home. **** Sara snuggled under a soft blanket on the couch as the storm raged outside. The house creaked and groaned in the buffeting winds and shook with each loud crash of thunder. After an especially loud clap followed by a blinding burst of lightning, the lamp flickered and then went out as the electricity died. With a resigned sigh, she started to stand to search for candles, but stopped in mid-rise, a scream stuck in her throat. A hulking shadow moved towards her in the darkness, the lightning flashing so quickly, she couldn’t get a good look at the intruder. Ragged breathing and a loud pounding filled Sara’s ears and she realized it was the sound of her heart hammering in her heaving chest. A long series of lightning bursts illuminated the living room, and this time the scream ripped from her throat as she saw the nightmare creature standing before her. It looked like a mutated man, with deep red skin and muscular arms and legs that were thick as large tree branches. The broad hands and feet ended in long black pointed nails and curved black horns sprouted from a bald head. Deep ebony hair covered the upper lip and chin and the teeth were long and sharp. Its eyes glowed a deep amber. Sara sat abruptly back on the couch as her knees gave way in fear. Rapidly, she blinked her eyes as if trying to wish away the nightmare. As it moved closer, a stench that smelled like burned flesh overpowered her. “Go away!” she cried out, her voice quivering. “Leave me alone!” A loud boisterous laugh echoed through the room. She sunk against

the couch as one long fingernail traced down her cheek before tilting her chin up. “If I left now, we’d miss out on a lot of fun. Besides… you called me.” “I…I did no such thing!” “Ahh, but you did, and such a lovely melody too.” His nail trailed down her neck and between the heaving cleavage of her breasts. When it encountered the neckline of her nightgown, it simply continued, slicing through the soft cotton material like a warm knife slides through butter. “Please… stop…” Sara pleaded, but it was no use. Nothing she could do would stop the monster from getting what he wanted. His powerful hands grasped the ragged edges of her torn gown and pulled them apart, exposing the creamy round globes of her breasts. She shuddered when his long tongue slithered from between his crimson lips and coiled around her nipple. Soft jerking motions tugged on her nipple, sending hot waves of current flooding her body. He switched between both breasts until he pulling of his tongue coaxed the dusky peaks to jut erectly from her puckered areolas. Tears rolled down her face as her body betrayed her, even in her fear. His strong fingers dug into the flesh of her upper arms and pulled her off the couch. Shoving her roughly, he forced her onto her knees on the plush carpet. “No, no, no,” she whimpered when she lifted her face and was greeted with the largest cock she’d ever seen. Extending from a dense patch of wiry ebony hair, the cock stood at least sixteen inches from the base and was as thick around as her wrist. Terror ran like ice through her veins as she broke out in a cold sweat. He thrust his hips obscenely towards her mouth, the hard helmet brushing against her trembling lips. Grabbing her hair, he yanked her towards it. “Suck me!” Savagely, he forced his cock into her mouth, and she gagged as it hit the back of her throat. Fighting for breath, she clawed at his rough hide as he shoved the thick shaft down her throat, cutting off her airway. Her full lips ached painfully as they

stretched around his large girth. Her weak struggles were no match for his brute strength, and he raped her mouth, her throat quickly becoming raw as he thrust in and out. Her eyes widened in horror as she noticed the shaft growing even larger as he fucked her face. She feared he would split her into if he tried to stick his cock into her pussy. He withdrew from her mouth, and she greedily sucked air into her punished lungs as she tried to catch her breath. A strong push, and she was sprawled on the floor on her back. “Oh god no,” she whispered as he knelt between her legs. An involuntary gasp tore from her throat when his rough tongue slid up her slit. She bucked upwards when his nail traced around her clit. Moist warmth engulfed her pussy as her body reacted to his touch. Unable to cope with the carnal betrayal of her body, her mind shut down, leaving her to the wicked sensations coursing through her body. Wantonly, she opened her legs wider as his tongue flicked against her throbbing entrance. She moaned when it pushed inside, the tip circling around her sweet spot. It continued to rub the rough patch on her upper wall as the shaft of his tongue fucked her. Rocking against the lewd invasion, she shuddered as small spasms rolled through her. A soft “no” escaped her mouth when the tongue pulled out of her wet pussy. Rational thought had left her, and when she felt the massive head of his cock pushing against her, she raised her hips in an attempt to impale herself on the monster shaft. A low growl ripped from him as he pressed insistently, demanding entrance to her throbbing sex. She cried out as the bulbous head popped past her tight opening. A searing pain sliced through her as she felt as though he were splitting her into. Panting heavily, she lay on the floor, her body a quivering mass of flesh as the enormous cock slid deeply inside her, the head pushing against her cervix. Pain flared in her belly as the knob pushed through the resistance. With a brutal thrust, he rammed the full length of his shaft into her, the upper half stabbing into her womb.

Once fully inside her, the demon leaned over, a laviscious smile punctuated by razor sharp teeth. “That’s what I like about humans… you’re so deliciously tight,” he groaned as he slowly withdrew before viciously slamming back into her. The force of the thrust moved her upwards, her back sliding across the carpet. Pain blended with pleasure as he aggressively fucked her, his cock ravaging her pussy. Her body on fire, she writhed beneath him as urgent need consumed her. He reared back on his knees, his sinewy fingers holding her quivering thighs apart as he rammed into her. A gush of wetness flowed around his monstrous shaft when his tongue uncoiled and flicked across her swollen clit. Grunts as growls echoed through the room as he used her body, her pink petals vulgarly stretched around the broad trunk of his cock as it plunged forcibly into her. The flicking of his tongue drummed a staccato beat on her engorged clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. Her fingers clawed at the floor as the growing heat inside her exploded into a blazing inferno. Loud screams reverberated through the room as orgasmic spasms shook her body. Her convulsing pussy clamped down onto his huge cock, squeezing hard around it as release screamed through her body. A savage roar split the air as he rammed roughly into her throbbing sex. Heat bathed her insides as streams of ropey demon seed splashed against the walls of her womb. Before pulling out of her battered pussy, he leaned down and sensuously licked the lobe of her ear. His hot breath wafted across her face as he murmured, “If you’re lucky, I impregnated you. Otherwise, you’ll die. We’ll know in a few seconds.” Sara stared in horror as he rose off from the floor. Her knees immediately tucked to her chest as she curled defensively into a fetal position. Heat still throbbed through her body, her ravaged pussy burned with rawness. A satisfied chuckled floated across the dark room as the demon faded into the inky blackness. “You’re mine now. I’ll be back. Sleep…”

His raspy voice was the last thing she heard before consciousness left her, and she collapsed into slumber. The End ABOUT Savannah Reardon Savannah Reardon is a Southern gal who started writing at an early age. She got her erotica writing start on a popular free erotica site. Numerous stories received monthly Reader’s Choice category nominations and in 2005, she won the year-end Reader’s Choice award for the How-To category. In 2004, she won the Earth Day contest. She has four stories included in the Coming Together anthologies and has works published with Excessica and Phaze. A previously published story, Dragon’s Lust, was a best-seller two months in a row. When not writing erotica, Savannah works full time and takes care of her family. For fun, she enjoys reading, scrapbooking, and spending entirely too much time on the internet. She is also an avid fan of game shows and enjoys going bowling because it’s the one sport where she can trounce her husband. If you enjoyed Superstitions, you might also enjoy:

Soon My Sweet By Savannah Reardon What would you do if you found yourself stranded on a lonely, country road in the middle of the darkest night? Would you wait in your car in the vain hope someone would come to your aid? Would you take the chance and get out and go look for help? Mindy finds herself in that very predicament and decides to make a run for it... literally. Old, gnarly trees whistling in the wind and pitch blackness spook her into running for the safety of a nearby motel, but she feels eyes watching her every step. She’s overcome by foreboding and discovers she is truly not alone. What happens in the midst of the menacing trees will change Mindy’s life forever. Warning: This title contains graphic language, sex and erotic horror.

Excerpt From Soon My Sweet: “My dear sweet Mindy, so beautiful, so alluring, so sexy, you’ve always been mine, you know. For lifetimes now, I’ve reclaimed you, only to lose you to the curses of fate. This time will be different; this time I will bind you to me forever.” A man, tall and broad-shouldered, appeared out of the trees in front of her; only as he slunk closer, Mindy realized her big mistake. I’m in really deep shit, she thought as she saw it wasn’t a man at all. An icy cold shiver raced through her body as her brain attempted to make sense of what her eyes perceived. Black scales covered his sinewy arms and legs, and his ears pointed towards the top of his bald, scaly head. His full, blood-red lips curved into a devious smile as he approached her, pointy teeth revealed behind them as his smile grew wider. “Do not be afraid, sweet Mindy. I am not going to hurt you. I am only going to claim what is mine.” Quaking with horror, Mindy looked at the creature, his ice-blue eyes standing out starkly from the rest of his ebony scaled body. Her eyes dropped, taking in the enormous erection sprouting from his abdomen. Her belly quivered in fear at the thought of what he intended to do with the monstrosity.

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