CONSTELLATION
CHAPTER VI
* * *The darkness crawls out through dirt and water and winding pipes, and into a dark room. The smell of the Ancient Blood lingers weakly, intermixed with the sickening smell of flowers, and the smell of another human. The smell of intimacy. The smell of love, and happiness. The darkness tries to escape the room, but finds the door closed. Its claws are sharp and nimble, but cannot grip the knob to escape. The Gifts are made to hunt and burrow into flesh. They are predators. It retreats into shadow, waiting, listening, smelling. Time passes, and there is a noise. “Mina, you there? I’m home,” calls the voice of a woman, and the scent of Ancient Blood grows stronger, if only by a little. The other scent is dominant. She is the lover. She will suffice. It makes a noise to attract its prey.
Ana took the girl to a small park near the outskirts of town. It was well secluded and had more than one point of exit.
As the girl sat waiting on a park bench, Ana tried to make some calls and reach her Brothers, but reached only voicemail after voicemail. They had to be travelling by plane. That meant that at least they were on their way.
She was still alone. Alone with a girl that had the ancient blood of a malicious and truly evil demon running through her veins that might turn her against Ana at any moment!
Ana took a deep breath.
She felt very much out of her depth. None of her books had prepared her for this. She was the first Scholar to be confronted with this. There had only been a handful of times when the Order had to step outside of purely academic efforts into actual practise. It was quickly becoming apparent to her just how small the sample size of the Order’s findings had been.
For one thing, no Scholar had ever had contact with an latent, still-uncorrupted Herald. In the past, the demonic Heralds had either been slain after they had been corrupted by contact with Lilith’s demonic creatures, or the outbreak had been contained before it had started.
Again, some part of her wished that she could simply kill her—it would have been easier. Part of her would regret it. She held no ill will against the girl. She seemed bright and ultimately good-natured, even if she was understandably belligerent right now.
But killing her would accomplish nothing. Her blood wasn’t literally demonic. Lilith’s blood ran through the veins of every human on earth. The bloodline was too ancient not to include everyone through generations of crossover between populations. Jordan was simply unlucky enough to have become a vessel for a demonic resonance—like a rogue wave towering high above the ones around it, arising seemingly from nothing.
If Ana killed her, that resonance would erupt and make her the one that carried it. When that happened, she might have enough time and enough will to slit her own wrists. But she might not. It was a risk that she might still need to take before it was over. But until then, there were other ways to proceed, to fix this mess.
“I have already failed,” she said, her voice heavy and dry, “I had the chance to end this threat, but I wasn’t strong enough. But now you are here, and I need your help.”
The young black woman looked at her suspiciously.
“How am I going to help you?”
Ana lifted the chain around her neck to show Jordan the fragment of demon horn. “This is an Amulet of Jordan,” she said, and the girl snorted and shook her head. “Of course, that’s what it’s fucking called,” the girl said quietly, as if only to herself.
Ana cleared her throat and continued. “It helps me sense the presence of anything demonic, but it is severely limited. By the time I am able to tell, I am already close enough to touch.”
She put it back beneath her blouse. “But you are connected to Lilith. You can guide me, direct me, warn me. With your help, I can draw out the demonic carriers that eluded me, and quell them.”
Jordan looked surprised. “I thought you… made that go away.”
“It is in your blood. It is part of you, and it can never be removed. Not without killing you.”
“Oh,” Jordan said, wide-eyed. “Yeah… please don’t do that.”
“I won’t if I don’t have to,” Ana said. Her newfound companion made a surprised and disgusted noise.
“Bedside manners! What the fuck? Do you want me to run away from you?! Because you’re not making me trust you at all.”
“I just wanted to avoid any false pretense. I am not your friend. You are tainted, and dangerous. You are a weapon of the enemy, and until this is over, you are as much of a threat as you are an asset.”
The girl tilted her head. “So if we kill those things you fought, I’m going to be good?”
“Lilith will never be truly gone. Part of her ever dwells in the unseen realm adjacent to ours, and that part can never be killed. It has been tried.”
She looked gravely at the girl. “But she will not regain her strength within our lifetime.”
“Yay,” Jordan said flatly.
Ana stepped forward toward Jordan. “I must touch you regularly, to keep your blood at bay,” she said. Asking for permission seemed better, even if there was no discussing the matter. It took an effort to keep up useless pleasantries when the stake of the world was at hand, but the girl probably deserved a break.
To her surprise, the girl simply nodded without protest.
“Yeah,” she said. “Go ahead.”
“This might hurt.”
“Better than turning into the Hulk.”
Ana didn’t understand what the girl meant, but proceeded anyway. She laid her hand on the girl’s neck, and channelled the words of power. It was much easier on both of them this time. Cleansing her when she had been fully under Lilith’s thrall had been like picking up an unconscious body. This was like holding someone up that had been about to trip over.
“Ouch,” the girl hissed, and winced. “My whole body just got hot and cold at the same time.”
“We are far from Lilith’s influence. It will be harder and more painful once we encounter her creatures.”
The girl looked pensive and serious. “I still can’t believe this is happening. One moment, I was just doing normal stuff, and suddenly… all of this! Like, everything else has just become so much less important.”
Ana had to chuckle. Yes. It would feel like that to someone outside of the Order. Very sudden and incredible.
“I… can’t know what you’re going through,” Ana said. “I’ve only ever known this life. But I think you are dealing with this quite well.”
“Thanks. By the way, do you have a name?”
“Ana,” she said. It wasn’t often she got to tell the truth like that.
“I’m Jordan, but you already knew that somehow.”
Ana nodded. There was a drawn-out pause.
“So…” the girl said, dragging her feet. “How do I know where to go?”
“I cannot know. I have studied many books, but there are few accounts. According to the ancient texts, it is a unique experience for everyone.”
“Damn, you talk like a book, too.” the girl mumbled. Ana ignored the jab.
“The amulet makes my skin prickle and burn with unnatural heat whenever it is close to the power that birthed it. You might feel a burning sensation, a sense of inevitability, or an irresistible carnal craving.”
“Yep,” the girl said, her lips pressed tightly together. “Something like that.”
“You would feel an unnatural attraction to the other Heralds. You would be drawn to them without realizing it, crossing their paths without meaning to.”
“Hold the fuck up!”
“What is it?”
“There are others?!”
Ana was taken aback. Had she not told her? She swallowed. She hadn’t. It had been hard to keep track of what only she knew and what she had told the girl. She wasn’t good at conversations like that.
“Yes,” she stammered, still recovering from the girl’s sudden outburst. For a moment she had worried that it was her cursed blood, but this seemed to be just… her.
“There are always three.”
The girl looked like she had just realized something terrible. She was panting, and there were tears glistening in her eyes.
“Oh God,” she said. “Sam.”
Somehow, Ana knew at once what the girl meant. Sam was another Herald. They had already met, and bonded.
“We have to find her!” Ana said, panic rising in her chest. “Before it’s too late.”
Mina was driving. She wasn’t sure where to, or even why.
Maybe she was just driving to clear her head? Maybe she was driving to give herself a sense of progression? Maybe she was just driving because it felt like the right thing to do.
She didn’t know. Her thoughts felt heavy and dense, and they had felt that way all day. She hated it. Nothing seemed to make sense. First the quake, then the library, and now she had this inexplicable feeling of aimlessness.
She had the window rolled down, and the cold air hit her face like a thousand knives. She enjoyed the cold pain, because it seemed to clear away the fog in her mind. She really hadn’t been feeling right today. She was obsessing, and her gut felt tight with the uncomfortable certainty that she had missed something.
She needed it to make sense. She felt like she already knew some profound answer, but was somehow unable to retrieve it. I’ll know it when I see it was what kept going through her head over and over and over. But the thought was formless and heavy and sluggish, and she couldn’t get a grip on it like she usually did when she was trying to catch a suspect.
…
Wait, was she looking for the murderer?! Was that what that aimless feeling was?! That didn’t make any sense. She wouldn’t just stumble upon someone holding a sign that read ‘library killer’.
But she suddenly had a hunch. If she was driving aimlessly anyway without really knowing why, she might as well follow that. She drove to the Hillsborogh Hotel. It was the only hotel in town that was worth staying at.
She was lucky. The receptionist was a reedy boy with acne scars. “Anyone check in here last night?” she asked him, flashing her badge without giving him much time to think. “I’m investigating the murder of Lorraine Kent.” She wasn’t, and she had no permit.
The boy swallowed hard, blood visibly draining from his face.
“I wasn’t working. I can check the system.”
“Please do.”
The boy tapped a series of keys and swivelled the monitor behind the counter so that Mina could see it. They had copies of Picture ID for every guest.
“Those are the guests that checked in yesterday.”
He flipped through pages. Mina immediately recognized the second one.
“Stop. Who is that?”
“ID says Cara Waters. Room 313. No reservation, booked for two weeks. No breakfast.”
“I’ll need to see her room,” Mina said. She had no authority to do so. Unfortunately, the boy seemed to realize that too, now.
“Errr… don’t you guys need to have a permit for that? I’ll call the manager.”
Something primal in Mina reared its head. Something that burned hot with rage and purpose and something that felt shockingly like enjoyment.
“No, you won’t,” she said, snatching the phone from his hand.
“Ma’am?”
“You’ll give me the keys to her room, and you’ll do it now!” she growled. Some part of her knew that she was losing control. She didn’t care. She had to get behind this. This was important!
“Ma’am, I can’t—”
She slammed her gun on the table, and the boy screamed.
“You’ll give me the fucking—,” she shouted, then stopped.
She was interrupted by her ringing phone. It was Katie’s ringtone. Mina felt a sudden coldness descend on her, and it warred with the burning rage that she had been so close to enjoying.
She picked up. She had to. It was Katie. Katie never, ever, called her during work. Something had happened to her.
“Katie?”, Mina answered, a lump in her throat.
“Mina! I need your help!” Katie’s voice on the other end whimpered, and Mina’s blood turned to ice. Any and all of the confusion and strangeness she’d been feeling was gone, replaced by one primal, human need: Protect the woman she loved. She was out of the lobby before she even realized that she’d started running.
“Where are you?!”, she shouted into the phone.
“I’m home. I’m locked in the bedroom. There’s… there’s a giant fucking centipede in our apartment! I called animal control, but they need someone to open the door. I locked myself in the bedroom. Oh fuck. I can hear it scratching on the door! It bit me, and I think it’s venomous! It hurts!”
Mina was reeling. She was already behind the wheel of her car, wedging her phone between her ear and her shoulder. “Keep calm. I’ll be there in ten minutes,” she said, jerking the transmission into drive.
Eight minutes later, she was sprinting up the stairs, already fumbling with her keys. Two men from animal control were waiting for her in front of their apartment.
“Are you the landlord?” They asked her as she approached.
“I’m the wife,” she said, feeling annoyance bleed into her cold panic. The men had a cattle prod and a net. She pulled her gun.
“Holy shit, lady, calm down,” said the one holding the net. “We’ve got this!”
“You’re going to catch a giant centipede with your little net?” she said, and the annoyance slowly turned into anger.
“Ma’am, there’s no such thing. What your wife saw was probably either a regular centipede or a particularly dirty raccoon or squirrel. Either way, we— is that blood on your wrists?”
“I don’t have time for this,” Mina said, and turned the key.
When she entered her home, she felt the heat in her chest bloom like a sudden explosion of purpose and exhilaration. Time seemed to slow down as the men walked in behind her and closed the door. Suddenly, Mina knew that this was the most important moment of her life. The very air was thick with significance. She had found exactly where she had to be.
She lowered her gun. She heard a wonderful noise of claws skittering across the floor in the kitchen. The men at her side flinched in shock, but all she felt was a jolt of pleasure and purpose. The Ancient Blood within her roiled and swelled. She ripped the cattle prod from the left man’s hands and rammed it into his balls. He went down like a ton of bricks. Before he’d hit the ground, she had already turned around and elbowed the other man in the face. As he recoiled, she prodded him in the side of the torso, and he collapsed, too.
“Stay down,” she said coldly. She walked past their prone bodies into the kitchen. The Mother’s Gift was there, black and chitinous. It crawled up her leg and held onto her shoulder as she grabbed a knife from the wooden block on the counter top.
When she returned to the living room, the men were still lying flat on the floor, groaning and paralysed with pain. The bedroom door was ajar. When Mina stepped in, it slowly opened, and Mina could see Katie peeking into the living room, her face pale and shiny with cold sweat. She was barely able to stand. She had to lean against the door frame to remain upright. The Gift had paralyzed her with its bite.
“Mina,” she said weakly. “What is going on? What’s— Oh, God it’s on you! Get it off! Get it off!”
Mina ignored her. She leaned down over the men and stabbed them in the throat so that they couldn’t scream as they died. Katie did scream, but her voice was weak. When Mina approached her, she crumpled in her arms like a house of cards. She was feverish with the venom coursing through her.
If her body wasn’t taken soon, she would die of it.
Mina laid the flesh on the couch. It mumbled weakly, saying nothing of consequence. The darkness was so close to her Mina could taste it, feel its pull, feel how it called out for other gifts to converge now that they had found Ancient Blood. Mina felt its tendrils stretch across the unseen dimensions of reality. She could tell how much it had weakened. There was not much time left. All the more reason to merge another body than her own. As long as there were Gifts to spare, there was no reason to waste ripe flesh. She stripped the clothes off Katie. The woman was slurring almost unintelligibly.
“Plllleassssse, donnnn’… Minnnnaaaa…. whyyyyyy?”
When the sacrificial flesh was nude, the Gift undulated down Mina’s body, onto the couch, between Katie’s legs, and struck.
The naked woman would have been screaming if she’d been able to. Mina watched her convulse as the Gift violently entered her, biting and clawing, infecting her with another type of venom. The Gift’s teeth and claws were now giving her the Gift of Lilith’s Pleasure, and she was losing herself to it. Reflex overcame the paralysis as her first venom-induced orgasm made her tremble. Tears streamed down her face, and her mouth stood open in a silent scream of incomprehension and overwhelmed, toxic pleasure.
She no longer felt the pain of a hundred claws digging into her flesh, biting and burrowing deeper and deeper into her, impaling her like a living spear, until the whole of the foot-long creature had entered her. It was becoming part of her, and so was its darkness, and she felt only pleasure. It would happen quickly, now.
Katie gasped, eyes wide in fear. She was still afraid of what was happening. She was close. The demonic energy already resonated through her, corrupting her, taking control of her.
Minutes later, when it was almost over, Katie was moaning and whimpering like a rutting bitch, oblivious to anything around her. Her cunt was oozing red-black liquid, and her lips and nipples had grown visibly darker. Her whole skin was flushed red.
Her blood had been tainted.
Another orgasm shook her, and she arched her back, raising it off the couch almost a foot. She let out a deep, guttural scream. It was cut short by a sickening croak, and the scream died in her throat. She made a rasping sound, and she collapsed, and was still. Her eyes lost all focus. Her pupils dilated. Her breathing ceased.
Katie was dead.
When the woman’s heart started beating again moments later, everything pure and good about Katie remained dead.
The darkness had taken her soul. Everything that was left of her now belonged to it. Her body. Her mind. Her loyalty. Her greed. Her anger. Her lust.
Katie slid her hand down between her legs, dipping into the dark, demon-tainted blood seeping from her molested opening. She raised herself upright, and sucked it off her fingers with a wanton smile. Her nipples were hard with arousal.
“Yesss,” she hissed with deep pleasure. “I am Hers.”
Katie looked up into the passive, bloodshot eyes of her wife Mina. Knowledge filled her. “Sacred blood,” she said, finally understanding the glorious work that she had become part of.
“Destined to serve,” Mina completed. Her mind was visibly clouded by the dark influence around her. The Mother’s will resonated in her ancient blood. The blood of the Mother. She was utterly under the Mother’s thrall. Katie watched her hungrily, licking her lips as her newfound understanding of Mina’s purpose licked her throbbing, serving mind.
Katie realized that right now, she was the more lucid one of the both of them. The woman she’d called her wife was under absolute control, unable to think anything but what the Mother’s blood told her. Mina was merely enthralled by the darkness—but Katie was owned by it. She lived only to serve it. Katie’s flesh served. Mina’s did not. Not yet.
As if prompted by that thought, there was a noise from the bathroom, and another Gift emerged on undulating legs. Yesss, Katie thought, and the dark void inside her celebrated.
This one was for Mina. It was time for Mina to take the first step towards fulfilling her purpose, and become a flesh-servant like Katie. Mina was already stripping mindlessly, compelled by the Ancient Blood’s hold on her. She was surrounded by its resonance now. Her mind was completely overwhelmed by it. She was a puppet. But she would become so much more.
Katie watched, enraptured by the beauty of the Mother’s Herald in front of her. When Mina was naked, she stood there, motionlessly waiting to be claimed by the darkness. But she didn’t move, and Katie felt a sudden rush of adrenaline and the red hot corruption at her core throbbed and bloomed with a sudden urge and sense of purpose. She knew what to do.
Katie confidently rose to her feet, leaving behind a dark stain on the couch that marked the place where she’d been entered and corrupted. She walked past Mina, into the kitchen, and opened the trash can. She dug in, and pulled out the Anchors of her Mistress that she had thrown away this morning. Two nipple rings, to brand Mina as the Mother’s herald.
Katie’s pussy moistened. She rinsed them off, got a large sewing needle from a drawer, and returned to the living room, where her wife was still standing, mindlessly enthralled.
“These are yours,” she said, and a smile crept across her lips. “They would have led you to the source much quicker. But you were without them.”
“Yes,” Mina said, voice resonant with the Mother’s blood and will. She sat down on the bloody stain on their couch, then looked up at Katie with burning eyes. “This flesh is Hers. Mark it, then claim it.”
Katie licked her lips, and knelt down. When she pierced her wife’s nipples, it was as if she was plunging her fingers deep down her own wet and hungering cunt. Droplets of blood ran down Mina’s chest, and Katie lapped them up, and the liquid was hot enough to burn her tongue. She felt only pleasure.
She discarded the needle, and picked up the Mother’s symbols of ownership. She threaded the rings through Mina’s freshly penetrated nipples with a sense offer utter delight. She cupped them with her mouth and licked across them, feeling them twist in her mouth, already warm. She pushed her tongue under it and flipped it up and closed her mouth down on it, and sucked on it.
The Mother owns you now, she thought as she tasted the metal and felt how it connected to the tips of Mina’s breasts—felt how she could twist them and tug them.
I hated them so much, she remembered, but it was hard to think with the raging arousal throbbing at her core. Mina was not yet complete. Her mind was still her own. She was merely controlled and enraptured.
She pulled back, licking her lips, still tasting them.
”You’re Hers!” she whispered cruelly, looking into the empty eyes of her controlled wife. She took hold of both her Anchors, and pulled on them. I will give you to Her!
“I am Hers,” Mina echoed, and her nipple rings became suddenly too hot to touch, and Katie withdrew her fingers out of reflex, moaning with pleasure nonetheless. Katie stood up, watching in awe as Mina started to move.
“My flesh will serve,” Mina said, and laid herself down in the very spot in which Katie had lost her soul, spreading her legs wide. For a moment, Katie wanted nothing more than to violently fuck her, but the skittering noise behind her told her that Mina had offered herself not to Katie, but to the Mother’s Gift. That was even better. Katie stepped aside.
As the Gift climbed the sofa and positioned itself between Mina’s wide open legs. Katie spread her own thighs, and started fingering her soaking wet cunt, watching hungrily.
There was no hesitation. No moment of hanging suspense. No pause. The creature shot forward and forced itself into Mina’s vagina like a knife into someone’s heart.
Yesss!
Katie finger-fucked herself as the Gift penetrated Mina’s flesh, and let herself be enveloped by the sweet sounds of her wife’s screams of pain and pleasure. The violence of it was turning her on so hard. The Mother’s Gift of selfish lust and arousal burned in her like hellfire. Where compassion and empathy had been within her, there was now only the famished, desperate desire of seeing the Mother’s will being done. Soon, she came, and her orgasm was as sudden and violent as the death of her worthless soul had been. She kept going. Mina’s soul was dying, too, and with its death, the Mother would be one step closer to returning. Soon, everyone’s flesh would serve. Katie thought of everyone she knew, being consumed or corrupted. She felt no pity. Only lust. She would make them serve. They all had to serve.
When Mina died, Katie came, hard. She was kneeling on the floor bucking and moaning when her wife opened her eyes again, and she had become willing flesh.
“Yesss,” said the first Herald of the Mother Mina Park—and Katie saw the burning purpose in them, hard and zealous and absolute; Mina had become the thing that she was meant to become, and wicked lust burned in her soulless eyes. Katie’s snatch screamed with reckless arousal. She was reborn as willing flesh. Her soul was dead. She served the Mother. A cruel, knowing smile spread across Mina’s face, and in a flash Katie imagined a billion flesh-servants at Mina’s feet—a billion screams of pain and ecstasy, and a jolt of sizzling pleasure went through her.
“I am Hers,” Mina said, locking eyes with Katie, and Katie gasped and beheld her Mistress, beheld the vessel of the Mother, beheld the beautifully ravaged and corrupted body of her wife, beheld the burning evil in her eyes—purpose and lust and cruelty. Katie’s body screamed with arousal and need and submission and dark joy, and she smiled hungrily. For a moment, she saw some emotion in Mina’s eyes that reminded her of the love that they had shared—the tenderness, the care, the respect. But it wasn’t love. No. Mina was better now. It was greed. It was lust. It was the selfish desire that owned their corrupted hearts. Mina was willing flesh. Mina was purpose. Mina was Hers!
Katie got to her feet and let herself be pulled forward by the irresistible attraction of her willing, serving flesh. Under Mina’s lustful gaze, she entered the space between the Herald’s spread thighs and returned to her knees, shivering with the need to serve her. She looked up into the eyes of the woman who would become her Goddess, and she saw only cruel joy and selfish pleasure where Mina’s love and compassion used to be, and let out a soft moan of arousal.
“We are Hers,” she said, and dove lips-first into the desecrated temple of Mina’s serving flesh.
Sam wasn’t feeling right. When was the last time she’d eaten? It must have been yesterday at least. She should really eat something once she got home. Maybe Jordan and her could cook something together. That would be nice.
That still felt strange, too—being with Jordan. She hadn’t even known her twenty-four hours ago, and now they were an item. It felt good, but Sam couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something deeply strange about it.
She arrived back at their dorm in Renford hall. Even this familiar place had somehow shifted in her perception. It felt somehow less meaningful than it had been, and more meaningful at the same time. It felt like it had become less of a home, and simply become the place where she was with Jordan. She opened the door and called for her, and it wasn’t until she said her name out loud that she realized how desperately she needed her touch, how much she needed to feel her lips against her own. It was like a great hunger gnawing at her.
“Jordan!” she shouted. There was no answer, and the silence felt like hard vacuum—incapable of sustaining any life, sucking the air from her, making her blood boil. She pulled out her mobile phone, wanting to find Jordan’s contact on it—but she had never asked her number. Her gut was a knot of anxiety.
She sobbed. She felt like an emotional wreck. She needed her! Why was this happening?! Why was she feeling this way?! She’d never been fragile like this!
She felt feverish. She wasn’t thinking clearly. It took her almost ten seconds to realize that the phone was ringing in her hands. She’d put it on silent.
“Jordan?!” she answered, and the word escaped her in a wet sob.
“Ancient blood,” said the voice on the other end of the line.
Sam straightened, and the wonderful warmth of her sacred blood filled her mind.
“Made to serve,” she said.
“Good,” said the cold voice of Detective Mina Park. “Any luck finding your girlfriend?”
“No,” Sam said emotionlessly. “She is not home. I have not asked her number. I do not know how to contact her.”
“Do you have a picture of her? Instagram or twitter profile?”
“There is a photo on her night stand.”
It was the first thing Jordan had unpacked. A picture of her and what looked like her sisters and father in a park.
“Take a picture of it and send it to me,” Mina said. Sam obeyed. Her body tingled pleasantly as she did. Mina’s voice had changed. She sounded… harder. Better. There was a deep resonant quality to it. Sam calmly sent the photo to the number that was calling her.
“I will make sure the force is looking for her.”
“Yes,” Sam said. “We will find her and she will serve her purpose. What about the Interloper? Has she been killed?”
“Not yet,” Mina said with a smirk in her voice. She didn’t have the dreamlike cadence Sam had. She spoke with confidence. “I found her, but my thralldom was broken. I’m Hers now. The gifts found me and consumed my soul. I am willing flesh. It’s more important now for you to become one with the Mother. There will be a new sanctum. Join us there. We’ll hunt the Interloper together. ”
Sam bucked involuntarily. Even through her enthralled haze, the notion made her feel excited and exhilarated. Arousal bloomed between her legs, and she gasped softly. The Mother’s Anchors in her nipples glowed with incandescent heat, and she felt them already pulling her, guiding her mind and body.
“Yes,” she said. “I will serve. Tell me where to go and I will come. My flesh shall become canvas. My soul shall become kindling.”
“Yesss,” Mina moaned on the other end like Sam had just licked along the length of her pussy. Mina told her where to go, and the enthralled Herald carelessly dropped the framed picture of Jordan, and it shattered against the floor. Sam never heard it, and left without another look back.