I continued ramming at her until she fell face first on the bed in a heap, asking me if she could have a minute. I gently rolled her over and easily s...ipped back into her missionary style telling her that I would go easy but I can’t stand to not be inside her at this moment. I pumped ever so softly in her as we kissed and felt each other’s bodies as far as we both could reach. I gradually picked up the rhythm of my thrusts as I felt fresh moisture coming from her pleasure den and soon I was. They slowly approached and grew much larger. The Destroyer’s face filled Danka’s vision as her knees shook with terror.“Danka, Danka Siluckt, I’ve been waiting for you. I knew you’d come. I knew you’d return to me. I knew that, because I gave you no choice.”“Wh, what do you, what do you want from me?”“I want you to know me. I want you to know me well. You will have to learn my ways, if you want to remain in the Realm of the Living, and if you want your little slave to remain in the Realm of the. Moods were spirited after the hour or so spent eating cheese and drinking wine at the restaurant William had recommended."Wow! Nice place, William," Sandra said, looking around at his pad."Thank you, dear."She left her small bag of overnight needs by the door and went over to the grand piano. She fingered a few chords. Then she played the opening three note theme from Elektra."Sing it!" William cried out."Orest!" Sandra sang, imitating the final words of the opera. She was in the wrong key,. What struck me most was that her nipples hardened and her breathing changed ever so slightly when I asked the question. An almost imperceptible, but slightly wicked smile crossed her face but disappeared in an instant. To the extent it was possible, she began to writhe even closer to me and to rub, no, grind, her crotch on my thigh."Why?" she asked, a little more breathless herself.I began to stammer a response, afraid to admit my need. I was silent for a moment until she responded more.