Just let go." He's too strong. He's too... evil. I can't let him have you." That's sweet, but it's okay. He can't have me. I know what I'm doing. I've...done it before. Sort of."Sort of? I didn't want to take any chances.She saw the doubtful look on my face. "Look, sweetie, either you let him go or I have to kill you."She said it in the most angelic way possible, but at the same time I got a sudden cold chill that told me she wasn't joking.No pressure."How?" You'll figure it out. Come on. Just. .. the end justifies the means. And my end was to cum... God how I loved to cum, to feel my heart racing, the loss of every inhibition, and experience absolute pleasure coursing thru every fiber of my body."YOU WHORE BITCH," I screamed at her. "YOU'RE JUST LIKE MY MOMMY."As inexperienced as she was, as we both were, she was going to make me cum. It was so deliciously pleasurable to know I was going to gush and drip into her mouth... my creamy cum juices were going to end up in her belly, right. My sister seemed to be begging me to look at her. She would offer to get me something from the fridge to flaunt her assets and do other stuff like that. I couldn’t tell if she was being nice, or a flirt.After that talk, I was ready to just relax and lay down with a movie and enjoy the relaxing summer time. So, I went down to the entertainment room, and put in Dodgeball in the DVD player. A favorite of mine and my sisters. She came down in a short shirt and sweats, and we started quoting. By now, however, Azrael had driven his human host to suicide, and perversely, he also landed in my presence, along with Azrael, too. I never could get Jehovah's logic as to why he dumped certain humans on us. Some didn't really seem to deserve further suffering, and Mr. Fiske was one of those. When Azrael reached for a pitchfork to ram it up the guy's ass, I flew at him with my full might, kicking him back and scratching his face. I wasn't content to torment mortals just because I could. I.