She’s submitted to her role as demons’ whore quite nicely.” The cold hands moved gently across Gwenive's breasts. “It’s the least she can do...for destroying the front of my manor. Hopefully she’ll last a few days longer than most. I’d like to get at least three litters out of her cunt before she dies of exhaustion.” The voice moved around Gwenive, so close that the elf could feel the coldness in her breath. “You’re Lady Silversmith? But you died years ago.” “Wrong. I’m not. Though I wear her. So I really was quite taken aback by the intensity of the thrill it sent through me when I took off my top while Samantha was in the bathroom and decided to stand around in my bra with my top in my hand so that as Samantha emerged she could catch me. I planned to act slightly surprised to be caught in the situation, but to demurely shrug it off, walking over to my bag and slowly choosing what to put on. I knew exactly what I was going to put on and yet decided that I would ponder two. Lifting her up and against him all at once…as her body presses to his he deepens the kiss, their tongues dance and explore each others warm mouths… he feels the heat from her skin where his hand is…her heart beats with his as her breath quickens…she runs her fingers through his short light brown hair as she feels his hand run down from the small of her back to cup her ass as he tightens his grip in her hair…ending the kiss he pulls her head back as she looks up into his eyes…seeing the fire. Audrey knew that. I had her then, four days after I'd first seduced her on that long drive home. I had her in our house, in the old cellars where it was cold and dark, with a single bulb burning just for her. I didn't need it, I could see perfectly in that awful blackness, but I wanted her to see as well. She'd grown weak and pale and if she hadn't been beautiful before, to my eyes she was becoming such. She'd been plain as a woman, ordinary in every way imaginable, but I was changing her.