Her long, sharp fingernails trailed over Jo’s hips and down her thighs, leaving thin white marks on her skin. ‘Be pleased, child. Your obedience s...ves your life.’ Her hands brushed across the downy hairs covering Jo’s pubic mound. ‘A mortal who can resist our power must be slain before they become a warrior, but a maiden whose body yields to our words may be gifted with the will of a concubine.’ ‘Please,’ Jo whispered, squirming under Hanna’s touch. ‘Please, I don’t-‘ Hanna fixed her with an. I sit in the shower for hours crying the water that consumes me, wrinkles my fingerprints, and pinks my skin beyond the soft white naivety that it normally blushes. Cleaning doesn’t help. Much. I am no nurse though the shower, as such, is my hospital. Perhaps I should let them be. Scars heal over when left alone. Sometimes vanish like old friends or the garbage left by the curb on Tuesday night. I caress my scars. Dream about him next to me. Feel him in the night tending them. Believe that he’s. ’ She kissed me again, still impaling herself upon me and gyrating her hips in slower movements. ‘And now I ask you again. Would you and Nella like to come live with us?’ Ikissed her again, both hard and soft at the same time, in this fey mood. Pulling back, I whispered, ‘What did Nella say?’ Eleanor smiled and replied, ‘She said she wanted to talk to you about it.’ ‘She didn’t—’ But I was interrupted by Nella’s voice right next to me. She must have been kneeling behind the couch, waiting for. "God, fuck, I love you so much," he cries out. "Oh my god, I fucking love you so much," she replies, cumming with high-pitched, noises, her kisses on his neck, as she feels herself released inside his booty, her dick is already covered in her cum, and she loves it, he loves it. He moves his ass joyfully. "Fuck, oh fuck," he screams. "Hmm yes baby," says Summer, even though she has cum, she continues to gently fuck in and out of him. "Yes baby," she says, biting her lip and moving her body.