One of the survivors, a Japanese soldier, found an old book inside the shrine, its pages crusty from the general humidity and heat of the island’s c...imate.The book told of an ancient ritual to Ragaraja which would grant its participants gifts to transcend humanity’s limits. It consisted of an offering of raw sexual energy to the god in the very place they were in, the highest place in the island, as close to heaven as they could be.And when people are at their weakest, they start to believe.. I could still hear the screaming. I could still see Paulie’s body sprawled out in front of me. I could still feel Wendy rush into my arms with her hair on fire. How hoarse I was for days after from the screaming I’d done. How I’d become Wendy’s hero—a poor title if you asked me. Even worse than being called her master. And now Kate...The tears still wouldn’t come. I stood there in front of all that tragedy and all that hope, the Te Deum still ringing in my ears from the dedication last spring,. I could tell that who ever it was I hit was a "Zombie" because their arm was missing before I hit them in the skull. I look up to see that there is no more people running this way. I turn around to see everyone who is conscious staring at me. I use this opportunity to say "I have a feeling that's not the only one of those things in here so we should leave." Most of them don't need to be told twice. Turns out there was a little under 10 people that were conscious, I think it is 8 or 9. It. . I panted and moaned...and I needed to feel her mouth on me..needed to cum in her mouth...needed to tell her how much she excited me...and I wanted to be nasty with it..tell her the many ways she could fuck me...Ask her to allow me in between her supple desires. To drink from her paradise...As she worked on me.. I watched the pink tongue roll over my pronounced clit.. Watched how her lips made it disappear and felt her suck my button. She licked and sucked and I bucked. Wanting to release but.