"I closed my eyes, but my vision failed to dim. She was there, standing ... and I could not un-see her. Her eyes, so dark, her skin so pale, her hair ..... gossamer. She was the very picture of beauty.She looked at me ... and I could not hide my faults. And yet, her eyes began to shine with the light of the stars. And she smiled. At me. For me. She loved me, and her open arms allowed me to love her back.Her touch, feather light, hovering, unsure, but there, made passion bloom, like cactus after a. All the while your cocks still at attention, which makes me giggle. I scoot to the edge of the bed and you just kneel down. I just open my legs wider to give you better access as you bring your face close to my pussy. You just hold your face close to my pussy inhaling my scent. I can faintly feel you breathing against my pussy lips. I groan and you know I want more. You slide your tongue over my pussy lips, gently working its way between them, eagerly lapping up the juices that spill from me. She’d heard the words before, those exact words. With the same amused mockery.She’d heard them when she’d been “chosen” to be his wife. When Northpath had ordered his previous wife killed and eaten in the degrading and agonizing Ritual of Pain.She’d taken three horrible days to die.Bitter heard his laugh, a low grinding chuckle, ugly and hateful. Just as he laughed before every “meal”. Nausea and terror washed over her as she waited for the words. Her eyes flickered around, seeking any escape;. We lock eyes and you still don’t move. “Please,” I moan in barely more than a whisper.“Please what?” you respond firmly. I’m helpless to resist the power play right now. I need you to finish me, but I don’t mind in the slightest obliging your move because your control is intoxicating. You reach up and grab hold of my left breast, cupping first, then squeezing, then finally rolling my hard nipple between your thumb and palm while your fingers remain dug into the soft flesh.I can’t help but throw.