I began rushing on the xtc inside me which hit hard and fast to take over my mind and body and make me hang loose and drowsy with deep love and passio... as Razzak suddenly made me cry with pain from below and console me saying sssshhhhh it's ok my little Hindi princess's it's ok. I grabbed him hard and cried over his shoulder like a c***d as he opened my tiny pussy up like a flower in bloom and spread my petals over his big juicy head to swallow him like a ball of lust and feel it stretch it's. It made the Ether aware of a practitioner's presence. Only an initiate could direct the Ether through the structured pattern of a spell. It simply wasn't possible to perform as this young man confidently walking beside him had claimed to. To draw the Ether directly, without spells, simply by focusing his awareness? Barrachus suppressed a small shudder. That was the way demons and spirits used magic-- but with the exception of the rare Dreck or Archangel, neither demons nor spirits possessed the. I gently pull away from his neck and we’re staring one another in the eyes. He makes a fool of me once more as I look away down to my hands I just clasped in my lap. He holds them both and whispers my name. I feel his warm breath on my face, going increasingly red in the face. The way I can switch from being confident, or nothing but putty in his hands is astounding. His coffee breath, his square front teeth, his scruffy facial hair, his thick glasses. I want to look up but I don’t want to look. .,' and watched as the 'boy's white buttocks began to turn red,how his cries of pain filled my ears and reverberated around the chamber,he struggled,he profaned and then succumbing,he began to beg,to beg me to let him go,he became remorseful and said that he would never be bad again,how he would always come to confession and follow the direction of the good fathers of the Monastery. I had heard all of these shallow promises before and I therefore continued with the whipping of this boy.His.