” I didn’t have a clue what she was talking about.“Oh sweet Ruby. I let the dogs mount me and breed with me.”Was I controlling my facial exp...essions? Because I was trying to. “So you…”“I fuck the dogs regularly, yes.”“Now I get it.” I smiled, trying to freeze my face.“It’s not for everyone. But as my husband gets older, his appetite has decreased somewhat. Mine has only gotten stronger. This keeps me busy and satisfies my cravings. He supports it. Between me and you, I think it turns. Then she felt the blunt end of his scarlet prick pushing into her urging hand.She stood, facing him, and pulled his face into her crotch. "Yes, yes, Wayne... like that. Lick my juices like you did last night!"He lapped wildly at her oozing cuntal slit. Garbled words tried to rise to his throat. They were indistinguishable... but Cheri knew."Fuck, fuck, fuck," her cousin was chanting. "Soon, lover, soon. Lick me a little longer!" Wayne stuck his long tongue into the mass of curly hair between. I’ll let you decide: Pack up and leave; I might call you for a drink sometime, but we won’t waste time with each other struggling over your ‘feelings,’ or submit; all of your freedom is from here until basic revoked by me.”Valentine had easily accepted the latter choice earlier before she truly understood what it meant to belong to him. She wasn’t going to give up; she couldn’t stand to see the disappointment in his eyes. Her head told her to run, but her heart demanded her first. “Fair enough,” he grinned in agreement. His tone was so matter-of-fact and cocky as he introduced himself, “I am Lucius, Prince of the Darkness, son of Lucifer, and I am your husband to be.”“My husband?” I asked doubtfully.“Fiancé. It’s an arranged marriage, so to say.”“Arranged by whom?” I asked even more curious.“Our fathers, of course. Your beloved father, the late Reverend Josiah Devereaux struck a deal with my father. It took place a little over 30 years ago. Your father and his lovely.