Howcould she fight her creator? How could she destroy he,who gave her life?– But these were not her ownthoughts. God, these were not hers! They ...ere his! Sheknew this and fought desperately to banish them from herhead. But his connection with his progeny, even yearslater was such that she could afford only a weak andswift fight before submitting to his obvious power.He drained it from her; the power. He reclaimed what hehad given her. To removed her heart from her chest wouldbe the only. As his ball came out of my mouth and he moved his hardness away, itbecame clear that he had fully recovered his hardness and it seemed ashame to let it go to waste. Instead of trying to speak, I made acroaking noise, to attract Cheryl?s attention and avoid damaging myvocal cords. She quickly understood and I felt my mask being removed.Finding your eyes opened with a large, erect penis a few inches fromyour face is an unusual experience, however I reached out with my tongueand licked it,. She gasped a little and started slowly bouncing. Her eyes remained shut, which gave me the chance to watch her pretty face. I reached up and cradled her breasts, and she gasped again. I flicked her nipples gently and slowly, feeling her shudder under my touch. ‘I like that,’ she panted, still with her eyes closed and her face lifted up, ‘I like that, a lot.’ Her pussy felt wonderfully tight, although wet enough to slide easily up and down my hard cock. I let go of her breasts and watched them. I had only been able to verify that at least some of them were there. I had been able to sense that much while brushing my finger a few times through the back of the books on the shelves.The Northward equinox, together with my birthday - my 26th birthday - would soon be here. I was both anxious and terrified because of that day. Anxious, because we had agreed that Hantaliel should visit Aston about that time - and terrified, for the same reason. I knew that she had been here in Aston several.