greedily taking him all the way within her.
He slapped the belt down upon her ass again, as he began thrusting into her, he could not contain the wild groans that left him the faster he went. He reached around her, his fingers finding her pussy still dripping. He plunged them in as far as he could, her back arched and she howled in a near feral ecstasy.
He grabbed her long, fiery hair and pulled back, arching her back further as he fucked her, her cries near deafening in the confined dungeon. He felt her cum again and she clenched her ass, trapping him within her as he too came.
“Dustin?” Jessica called rounding the corner where she had left him ten minutes before, camera now in hand. “Where are you? You better be done taking a piss, cause I don’t need to see that.”
She wandered the length on the alleyway taking pictures as she went expecting him to pop around the corner at any moment to try and scare her. Something she was sure to make him regret. After several minutes, she knew that was not the case.
“Dustin!” She called out louder, exiting the other end of the alley, her eyes scanning all she could see, hoping he had just wandered off and was looking at something else of interest.
“God damn it,’ she muttered, annoyed now. “I swear Dustin if one of those bimbos caught your attention and you abandoned me to make a fool of yourself, I will be so pissed off!”
Soon, she found herself back near the garden alcove and still there was no sign of him. She walked up the alabaster terrace that they had met on that morning and sat down, frustrated. The gentle sound of flowing water caught her attention and she glanced over to the outlandish, yet somehow powerful looking fountain. From here, it didn’t look like anything more than an old, forgotten fountain in the middle of a lost world.
Jessica looked around - she was alone. Curiosity over took her. She got up and moved towards it. She stopped and took several pictures of the eccentric, glowing night flowers that had captivated her the first time she’d arrived here. She had to remind herself to come here again tonight and take pictures while they were glowing, or no one would ever believe her.
She looked around again - there was nothing but an eerie stillness all around her in the alcove. She took the final steps to the fountain and took several more pictures, then lowered the camera.
The fountain was built into the side of a moss and vine covered stone wall - she had to guess was the temple of Senhor Escuro was behind. She was surprised to see that it was taller than it seemed from the terrace . She guessed it was nearly twelve feet. A single misshaped head of a man-beast jutted out of the wall and crystal clear water poured languidly from its open, twisted mouth and into the large half circular base.
Jessica saw that the fountain’s water level was oddly low and couldn’t have been more than a few inches deep. “What’s so special about this water anyways?” She whispered, reaching her hand down.
“Do not touch the scared waters of O Sangue do Morto Dá Vida!” A loud voice boomed from behind her.
Jessica jumped with a start spinning around to see Callisto standing a mere arm’s length away. “I was just taking pictures and was curious as to what made the water so special.”
“Curiosity can be a very dangerous thing.” Callisto warned, her eyes heated.
“Why?” Jessica pushed, not liking her tone.
Callisto’s eyes softened. “For an outsider to drink from the waters of Senhor Escuro fountain without it first being blessed by a sister could result in horrible tragedy.”
Jessica looked back at the water almost fearfully. “I thought the waters were gifted for healing?”
“The divine waters that trickle from this fountain can do so much more than just heal,” Callisto informed her, “the waters offer the greatest of desires to be fulfilled.”
“How long have you and your sisters been here?”
Callisto smiled. “I
He slapped the belt down upon her ass again, as he began thrusting into her, he could not contain the wild groans that left him the faster he went. He reached around her, his fingers finding her pussy still dripping. He plunged them in as far as he could, her back arched and she howled in a near feral ecstasy.
He grabbed her long, fiery hair and pulled back, arching her back further as he fucked her, her cries near deafening in the confined dungeon. He felt her cum again and she clenched her ass, trapping him within her as he too came.
“Dustin?” Jessica called rounding the corner where she had left him ten minutes before, camera now in hand. “Where are you? You better be done taking a piss, cause I don’t need to see that.”
She wandered the length on the alleyway taking pictures as she went expecting him to pop around the corner at any moment to try and scare her. Something she was sure to make him regret. After several minutes, she knew that was not the case.
“Dustin!” She called out louder, exiting the other end of the alley, her eyes scanning all she could see, hoping he had just wandered off and was looking at something else of interest.
“God damn it,’ she muttered, annoyed now. “I swear Dustin if one of those bimbos caught your attention and you abandoned me to make a fool of yourself, I will be so pissed off!”
Soon, she found herself back near the garden alcove and still there was no sign of him. She walked up the alabaster terrace that they had met on that morning and sat down, frustrated. The gentle sound of flowing water caught her attention and she glanced over to the outlandish, yet somehow powerful looking fountain. From here, it didn’t look like anything more than an old, forgotten fountain in the middle of a lost world.
Jessica looked around - she was alone. Curiosity over took her. She got up and moved towards it. She stopped and took several pictures of the eccentric, glowing night flowers that had captivated her the first time she’d arrived here. She had to remind herself to come here again tonight and take pictures while they were glowing, or no one would ever believe her.
She looked around again - there was nothing but an eerie stillness all around her in the alcove. She took the final steps to the fountain and took several more pictures, then lowered the camera.
The fountain was built into the side of a moss and vine covered stone wall - she had to guess was the temple of Senhor Escuro was behind. She was surprised to see that it was taller than it seemed from the terrace . She guessed it was nearly twelve feet. A single misshaped head of a man-beast jutted out of the wall and crystal clear water poured languidly from its open, twisted mouth and into the large half circular base.
Jessica saw that the fountain’s water level was oddly low and couldn’t have been more than a few inches deep. “What’s so special about this water anyways?” She whispered, reaching her hand down.
“Do not touch the scared waters of O Sangue do Morto Dá Vida!” A loud voice boomed from behind her.
Jessica jumped with a start spinning around to see Callisto standing a mere arm’s length away. “I was just taking pictures and was curious as to what made the water so special.”
“Curiosity can be a very dangerous thing.” Callisto warned, her eyes heated.
“Why?” Jessica pushed, not liking her tone.
Callisto’s eyes softened. “For an outsider to drink from the waters of Senhor Escuro fountain without it first being blessed by a sister could result in horrible tragedy.”
Jessica looked back at the water almost fearfully. “I thought the waters were gifted for healing?”
“The divine waters that trickle from this fountain can do so much more than just heal,” Callisto informed her, “the waters offer the greatest of desires to be fulfilled.”
“How long have you and your sisters been here?”
Callisto smiled. “I
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