“The Beast of Troller’s Gill dwells in my enemy’s heart. I stand upon the white bridge and my toll will be paid in full. Draw from his depths th... black dog of his soul, and let it take his flesh. This is my will.”“Hear me Mother Frīg!” she shouted, lifting the doll above her head like a torch. “Let him wear his beauty within and his ugliness without. Let his heart know regret, and imprison it within his foulness! Scourge him with shame and wrack him with self-loathing.” She smiled cruelly.. But five years after the mists had changed that. Massive trees and vines grew across the ground; into houses and into chimneys. You can hear the chitter of carnivorous monkeys above, but you can’t be fucked with them right now. The cat is after you again.You skid left toward a house; ignoring the front door blocked by a thick root and instead slam against the tall fence door.Bang. Nothing. Locked. Shit.You scramble to your hip for your handgun and nearly lose your grip, but ha, its still in. Her belly was taut and flat, curving inward slightly from the hanging mantle of her breasts. Tanned complexion with a lighter outline over her breasts and crotch indicating the bikini she wore while sunbathing. There was just the barest trace of a crease running down the center of her stomach, a faint dividing line running through her cute, tight little navel, the beginning telltale sign of developing abdominal muscles. Further down, her firm mound displayed a tight slit of soft, two-toned. We made love then, there's no other word for it. Everything was soft and tender and designed to bring me comfort. Steve was selfless and giving after all that taking he'd done earlier. Now he was repaying me for not refusing him and I did like him inside my pussy. I felt good and complete somehow, and the confusion disappeared the way it always does when I'm having sex with someone I love. It was the in between that was hard, I thought. When I was looking at the possibilities, trying to decide.