I shot a lot of sperm deep in her mouth…and she swallowed every drop. And then she nursed on my cock until it was soft and I gently pushed her away....Again I told her how incredible she was and how much she pleased me. She gave me a very genuine smile like she had gotten satisfied, too, without feeling ashamed or embarrassed. We stayed in the bed for a while talking and she asked if we could make this a “regular thing”. I told her that there would be no way I could ever refuse a spectacular. My fingers grew into claws as black as darkness with no light in it at all.I tore out the hunchback's throat, swallowing his blood and the litle stringy things that held him together. I rolled in the mess like a cat in a patch of catnip. The blood within me purred.When I opened my eyes, a tall, stern-looking figure in a black priest outfit was looking at me sternly. He carried a bowl filled with water. A large cross hung from his neck."Are you finished?" he asked.I gulped. "Why the hell don't I. His mother knocked on the door and James looked up.“Ma?”“Do you want to go out shopping now?”He nodded, “Sure.”“You look tired.”“It felt like a long day.”“Well we can hold off until the weekend and do the shopping then. At least on Saturday we won’t have to rush.”“That’s true,” he nodded. “And I won’t be quite so blind tired.”“Exactly. Okay, we’ll go Saturday.”He thanked her and closed his eyes.James woke with a tired yawn and went to piss. When he was done, he washed his hands and walked out. We should be by the road day after tomorrow, then two days along the road to Wessend.'Put out, she stopped, embarrassed. 'Well, thats ... fine then. I just wanted to know.' She looked away and I thought I could hear her whisper 'Sorry for going off on you like that.'Shrugging, I stood up and tested the bramble-bashers by kicking at some brambles. They worked well, and I couldn't feel the thorns, but could only feel them pulling slightly at my leg. Satisfied, I pulled on my pack and got ready to.