In Italy, six hundred and forty, In Germany, two hundred and thirty-one, A hundred in France, in Turkey, ninety-one, In Spain already one thousand and...three. Among these are peasant girls, Maidservants, city girls, Countesses, baronesses, Marchionesses, princesses, Women of every rank, Every shape, every age. And people think opera isn’t sexy. I have not loved them, at least in Leporello’s sense of the word. Since my initial bumps in becoming an incubus I have been completely faithful to my. She smirked up at me as she laid her head high on my chest, her eyes twinkling. I groaned as she wiggled her curvaceous form on top of me. She yawned again and closed her eyes. It was only a few seconds before she started shivering again, possibly trying to hold them back so she could get into this position on top of me. She grimaced and managed to stop shaking for a few moments before she couldn’t hold it any longer. “Still cold?” I asked, concern clearly evident in my voice, she should have. My hand, that had stopped jerking, went back to slowly stroking my cock. She made her slow walks between the kitchen and our family room 4 times before finally settling down on my office door. I beamed her a smile and she smiled back at me. I was glad to see her back and even happier that she too had the same thought on her mind.I won’t elaborate further on what happened that night, since it would almost be a repeat of the previous chapter. We both came without doing much more than what we had. This was something she couldn’t do with others she had frozen as once the petrification ran its course those wounds would start to bleed again, but on the man who smiled up at her for all of those days, there was a flash of light from his back and the tiny holes left by her serpents healed without leaving a trace.Along came the day he would wake up ... he didn’t attack her ... or run away. Instead, he created a small shelter and invited her inside. He made love to her, laying her down and.