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Red Lips
by M. Bringuel (address withheld)
***
The idea of seducing this priest was so exciting to her
that she had a tremendous orgasm. As she came, she
tightened up around his cock. The feeling was so good
that he couldn't stop. He was ramming into her harder
and deeper. He was lost in a frenzy of total lust. He
was pounding into her like a wild man. He couldn't
stop. The feeling was so good. (MF, demons, sin, sn)
***
He walked down the dark stone corridor of the castle's
underground chambers. The torch in his hand was the
only light source. It was cold and damp. He shivered
with cold and fear. He had to find her and kill her
before the sun had set. He had barely an hour before it
set now.
He came upon the heavy wooden and steel door. It was
locked from the inside. He knew that her rest chamber
must be on the other side. He drew a heavy steel chisel
from his belt and drove it into the wood around the
lock with the heavy hammer he carried. The wood was
hard and it required a tremendous effort to break away
such a small piece of the door. He had to work faster
or he would be doomed.
As he worked on the door, he remembered the first time
he had seen her. The dark mysterious woman was so
beautiful. Her heavy black satin cloak with a slight
trimming of red outlining her face had hidden most of
her from view. But those eyes and those lips were not
hidden. Such deep, dark, beautiful eyes. They stole a
man's very soul as he looked at them.
And her mouth.
Those full, deep red, luscious lips. The way they
pouted and begged to be kissed. It was no wonder no man
had resisted her. She had said only, "Come to me," to
his friend that night. His friend had left with her a
moment later amid catcalls from all the others about
getting laid. They had never seen him again, alive. And
the others, there had been six more. He knew. That was
why he was here to stop her.
The lock was barely holding now. He had a mere twenty
minutes before sunset. He drew back the hammer and hit
the door with all his might. The wood splintered, the
lock skidded across the stones at his feet and the door
opened a few inches. He pushed the door open further
and found a lighted chamber on the other side.
The walls were draped in flowing coverings of red
satin. Torches burned brightly in several spots. The
floor was covered with an ancient Persian rug. In the
center of the floor was a long wooden chest.
He moved to the chest and inspected it. There were no
locks to break. He took hold of the lid and raised it.
It was heavy but his strong arms could easily handle
it. It fell open on the other side of the chest. Inside
was an oblong bundle wrapped in black silk. Each of the
four sides of the chest were on hinges with releases on
the inside.
He unlatched the releases and the sides fell open. The
bundle was now fully accessible and resting on a
cushion covered in the same black silk. He raised up
the hammed and drew the long oak stake from his belt.
He placed the point against the center of the bundle
and prepared to drive deep into the bundle. But he
couldn't. He had to be sure he struck the heart or he
would be doomed. The only way was to draw back the silk
covering.
He mustered his courage and strength. He grabbed hold
of the soft sensuous material and pulled it away. The
sound of the silk slipping against itself was soothing
and yet, unsettling at the same time. Each of the folds
of material now slid from the form it covered as if a
package was unwrapping itself. When the last fold fell
away, she lay uncovered before him.
He stared at her. He had never seen her like this
before. Never without her black cloak, she lay
sleeping, she was so very beautiful. Her lips were full
and red, as if painted with blood. Her skin was soft
and glowing. She had long, very dark, curly, flowing
hair that looked like delicate silk threads. Her
breasts were huge and voluptuous, bursting from her
gown with its low cut front. Her breasts called to him
and invited his caresses.
Her dress was red satin and form fitting, her figure
was so enticing with its well defined curves. There was
a generous slit up side of the dress that left one leg
in plane view. Her legs were long and shapely. They
were so sexy in their black lace stockings that ended
at mid-thigh. Her black leather shoes with their four
inch spike heels were the perfect end to her alluring
legs. The contrast of her white skin, black stockings
and red dress was hypnotic.
He checked his watch. He had fifteen minutes before the
sun set. He was safe until then because she was
powerless until the sun set. He was tempted to touch
her. He knew that she was sexy and beautiful but that
her coldness would make him shiver. If he touched her,
he would be shaken by her coldness and it would break
the spell of her beauty.
He slowly reached out toward the naked flesh of her
thigh. He slowly brushed the back of his hand against
her soft skin. It was warm! It felt soft, and warm, and
so good. He touched her again, this time with his palm
down and moaned from the pleasure it gave him. His cock
throbbed in his pants. He ran his hand up her leg, over
her dress towards her chest. The soft satin material
was intoxicating and the feel of her massive, bulging,
sexy tits was so bewitching. His cock throbbed harder
and begged for release.
He looked at his watch. He had almost fifteen minutes.
He could certainly pleasure himself over her before she
awoke. He could come and then finish his duty. Yes, it
sounded so reasonable and he was so horny. The more he
touched her, the more he burned for the pleasures her
body presented. His cock was so hard and he needed to
relieve the pressure he felt therein.
His eyes became fixed on her lips. They were so full,
so red, so alluring. He couldn't tear his eyes away.
His hands slowly slid up her satin covered torso,
rejoicing in the soft, warm, silky material that gave
him so much pleasure. His lips burned to taste hers as
his hands felt the start of the swell of her breasts.
His hands slowly moved up and over her breasts.
The red satin of her dress ended and the soft, warm
flesh of her breasts filled his hands. The sensation
rushed over him. His cock throbbed more and a deep moan
escaped his mouth. He slowly massaged and kneaded her
breasts. They felt so good, so firm, and yet so soft.
He couldn't resist.
He pulled the red satin material down from her breasts,
exposing her nipples for the first time. Her breasts
stood like two magnificent mountains, capped with soft,
pink nipples. Her nipples weren't big. They weren't
small. Her nipples were the perfect size. They seemed
to beg for his caress. He couldn't stop from running
his fingers across them. They reacted to his delicate
ministrations. They rose and reddened as he manipulated
them with his fingers. He pinched and pulled on them
and they became harder and more erect. He wanted to
suck on them.
He had been staring at her lips the whole time. Now, he
was drawn to her breasts. He was able to tear his eyes
away, to seek out her waiting breasts. His mouth moved
slowly closer and closer to her waiting, beckoning
breasts. He couldn't stop himself as his lips brushed
against the soft, warm side of her breast. He
involuntarily kissed the flesh.
A shock ran through his body. He kissed it more and
more, as he moved his lips towards her nipple. He had
no control, just ever increasing lust. His mouth slowly
engulfed her nipple and drew it into his mouth. OH! the
pleasure it brought him. He sucked on it hard. He bit
it and drew his teeth across it. He sucked it harder
and harder. His hand was savagely pinching and pulling
her other nipple as his mouth devoured this one. He had
never gotten so much pleasure from a set of breasts in
all his life.
Then, as he opened his eyes and drew his mouth
momentarily from her nipple, he noticed his watch. He
had only five minutes! It shocked him and he drew
himself straight upright. He dared not look at her face
again. He tried to turn and look in the opposite
direction. In doing so, his eyes caught her shapely
ankle and high heeled shoe just beyond it.
His eyes froze. Then they slowly started up her leg. He
couldn't stop himself from looking at her. His eyes
followed her perfect leg up its stocking, across its
naked thigh, to the hem of the slit in her dress. He
couldn't stop there. His eyes moved further up until
they came to her naked breasts. He couldn't help but
stare at them.
It was then that he realized he was stroking his cock
through his pants. He had five minutes. He needed to
come so badly. Perhaps it would break her bewitching
spell. He quickly opened his pants and took his cock
into his hand. His eyes were locked onto her breasts as
he started to furiously stroke himself. It felt good,
but not good enough. He was staring at her breasts,
needing to be pleased so badly. Her breasts were so
sexy and her cleavage so large and.... glistening with
perspiration. It hit him.
He removed his clothes and climbed on top of her,
sitting on her abdomen. He pulled the dress material
down further from her breasts. He moved upward and
placed his massive hard-on against the bottom of her
cleavage. His hands took hold of her breasts and forced
them together. Then he slowly pushed his body and his
cock, forward, driving his cock between her massive
tits. The pleasure rushed over him. A loud moan of
tremendous pleasure surged from his throat. Nothing had
ever felt so good before. Nothing!
He stroked back and forth between her tits. His fingers
pinched and pulled her nipples as he thrust between
them. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed over him as he
stroked back and forth. He could feel his balls
tightening as he pleasured himself with her tits. He
knew that soon he would come.
He could not stop himself as he worked his cock in and
out of her cleavage faster and faster. He could feel
the come starting to surge forward as he drove himself
forward again. One more stroke.... One more stroke....
The thought echoed through his mind.
Then he bucked and rammed forward harder than ever
before. A huge stream of hot, sticky come shot from the
swollen head of his cock, landing on the lips of the
deadly vampire he was tit-fucking. He bucked again and
more come erupted from his cock. Then more, and more,
and more. Her chest, neck and cleavage were coated with
it before his orgasm subsided. He fell back, resting on
his back stretched arms, trying to catch his breath.
He hadn't noticed it at first, but then the motion
caught his eye. A smile slowly developed on her face. A
hand and then an arm stirred. He climbed off of her and
staggered back as he tried to put his pants back on. He
looked at his watch, three minutes after sunset! He was
doomed.
She slowly sat upright and her cold dark eyes fixed
upon him. Her lips were more red and more lustrous than
before. In fact, his come was not present anywhere on
her where he was sure it had shot. She slowly swung her
legs from her resting place and her heels made a
clicking sound as they touched the floor. Her breasts
stood out perfectly before her, not sagging a bit. She
stood and stepped toward him a few feet, stopping short
of him. She bent a bit from the waist and seemed to
swipe at his waist with her hand. Then her black silk
glove covered hand slowly came to her lips with a drop
of his come on it.
Her mouth opened slightly and her tongue licked it from
her finger. "Ummmm. Delicious!" she said in a soft,
sultry voice.
His survival instinct welled from deep inside him. He
stepped back and picked up the heavy wooden stake he
had brought. He gripped it tightly and drew it high
above his head, readying it for the plunge into her
heart. She stepped back until she was backed against
her resting place. He moved with her. She tried to step
sideways to avoid his impending lunge, but his counter
move was too quick. But in stepping sideways, her leg
had become almost fully visible, protruding from the
slit in her dress. His eye wavered for a second and
looked at her naked thigh and the top of her black lace
stocking. She caught his momentary diversion and turned
it against him.
Her hands went to the sides of her breasts. She slowly
pushed them together and let out a deep, seductive
moan, as she did so. Then her hands slowly slid down
the sides of her torso, emphasizing her voluptuous
figure as they went. One hand went to the slit in her
dress while the other started to pull the hem of her
dress upward to reveal the rest of her long, sexy legs.
"You have me. I cannot escape from the death you bring.
From the rest you bring me after the hundreds of years
I have been alive. I also cannot stop the pleasure you
bring me. Your lust has made me alive like I have never
been. I have never felt so desired before. Your seed
has turned my skin to satin. Satin burning with the
flame of passion. You have me and I am doomed. All I
ask of you is one last request before you impale me. A
kiss. One final kiss before I am cast down into Hell
and eternity."
Her voice was unlike anything he had ever heard. It was
so sexy, so alluring, so bewitching. Yet, there was a
certain coldness to it at the same time. He started to
lunge at her. "I beg of you! One last kiss."
His eyes caught her lips. They were the most sensual
lips he had ever seen. He involuntarily licked his own
lips as he froze before her. Her hands slowly moved
towards his body as her lips parted slightly and
invited him to kiss her.
He knew he had her. He had broken her spell and was
ready to kill her. How could she possibly win now. He
felt so strong, so willful, so invincible. Her lips
were so sexy, so inviting. What harm could one little
kiss be. Once again it sounded so reasonable.
"Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me," she whispered in a deep
sultry voice as she drew her mouth towards his. She was
so beautiful and he wanted to kiss those lips so badly.
How could it hurt?
Their mouths were mere inches apart now. He could feel
her breath on his chest as her hands touched his chest.
Her hands slowly slid up his chest and began to
encircle his neck, pulling his head towards hers. His
eyes were locked on those dark, deep pools that were
her eyes. He couldn't pull away. He couldn't stop
himself as he too began to move his lips to hers.
The feeling of warmth and desire consumed him. They
were so soft, wet, and delicious. The sticky redness of
her lips seemed to draw him in deeper. He attacked her
lips with a hunger, an unrelenting passion that had
also filled his very soul. Their mouths devoured one
another. Their tongues fought we each other. Her taste
was so sweet, so delicious, so intoxicating. His arms
encircled her and pulled her tightly to him. The stake
fell to the floor and rolled to rest nearby. Her hands
were pulling at the back of his head and running
through his hair. The kiss was inflamed with raw,
animalistic passion.
They continued to kiss wildly for several minutes. He
was so consumed by her passionate, intoxicating lips
that he had lost control of himself. She, however, knew
exactly what she was doing. She slowly broke off the
kiss directly to his lips and started to kiss him on
the cheek, then the ear, slowly moving towards his
neck. Every touch of her lips sent a wave of pleasure
washing over him. He gasped and moaned as she kissed
his cheek and then his ear. But when he felt her breath
on his neck, it was different. Her breath was cold,
like an icy fog drifting across a cemetery.
He snapped out of it. He pushed her away, and held her
at arms length. She could not completely hide the sharp
white points of the fangs that filled her mouth now.
She had not the time to completely withdraw them after
being caught in the act. He savagely pushed her back.
She fell onto her resting place as he quickly retrieved
the deadly stake from the floor.
A look of horror filled her face as he moved forward to
impale her. She drew her legs up onto the flat, silk
covered surface of her resting place. Her heels dug
into the silk as she braced herself to push away from
him. He drew the stake high above his head, ready to
plunge it into her heart. But once again his eyes
betrayed him. Her dress had slid away from her raised
legs, falling to either side of them and showing him
for the first time what hid between them.
Her pussy was unlike any he had seen before. It
glistened with moistness and seemed to call to him. Her
small, trimmed mound of pubic hair did nothing to hide
the full, pouty lips of her pussy. He could see or
sense its heat from where he stood. It was so wet, so
willing, so inviting. It was, as the rest of her was,
an invitation to sexual pleasure beyond the limits of
human understanding.
"Yes! Yes! Impale me! Stick it in me! Stick your cock
in me. Drive it deep into my hot, waiting pussy. Plunge
it in savagely. Take me! Fill me with your seed. Take
me!" It was as she spoke these words in her sultry,
sexy voice that he realized how hard he was. His cock
stood out before him, harder and longer than ever
before, protruding from his open pants. It throbbed and
screamed at him to be satisfied.
She spread her legs wide and raised them into a perfect
"V". Her hands slid to the sides of her pussy and
gently pulled open the outer lips to show him how wet
and ready she was.
NO!! He had to be done with her now. He had to control
himself and put this evil woman to death. He moved
forward between her legs with his arms and the stake he
held, raised high overhead. As he prepared to impale
her, his cock head touched the opening of her pussy. He
froze. She released the outer lips she had been holding
open and let them envelop the tip of his cock.
The warmth slowly engulfed his cock. Her pussy seemed
to suck him in. He couldn't stop now. He slowly drove
his cock into her. Her warm, wet, tightness engulfed
him. The pleasure was even more consuming than that
which he had felt before. A low, deep moan of pure
pleasure escaped her mouth. "OH YES! YES! Deeper. Drive
it in all the way! YES! Fuck me. Fuck me deep! Fuck me
hard! Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."
Her words were exactly what he did. He couldn't stop.
He couldn't believe how great her pussy felt as it
swallowed him with every stroke. She was hot and tight
and so wet. Her pussy massaged and caressed and sucked
on him. She was definitely the best he had ever had.
His hands held her hips as he rammed his cock deep into
her repeatedly.
She hadn't gotten more then ten deep strokes in when
she came. She screamed and thrashed beneath him as the
throws of orgasm took control of her body. She came
like she had never come before. The feeling of her
pussy coming made him harder and hotter. He knew that
the next time she came, he would explode with her.
She had never felt anything so pleasing in her life or
death. She was devastated by her orgasm and couldn't
stop him from fucking her even if she had wanted to. He
was now fully on top of her resting place with her. Her
legs were wrapped tightly around his waist and he was
thrusting deep into her. She loved how he had sucked
her nipples into his mouth and was kissing and licking
them as they fucked.
She could feel her next orgasm coming and so could he.
His balls were burning and his cock ached for release.
He knew this was going to be the biggest orgasm of all
time. She knew that she was going to come and come
hard. When the first wave hit her, it didn't stop but
continued to build even higher. His cock was swelling
more and more and she was losing whatever control she
had had. She came harder and harder. As she came and
her pussy grabbed onto him tightly, he lost control
too. His cock exploded.
Huge torrents of come shot forth from him as his balls
emptied everything they had into her. Wad after wad was
sent deep into her. The feeling of his cock spitting
into her made her come even harder. The harder she
came, the harder he came. They screamed and moaned in
pleasure. Their mutual orgasm went on and on. Almost
ten full minutes it lasted.
He rolled off of her completely spent. He had never
come so hard. He had never felt such pleasure. He
couldn't even stand, let alone walk. He was barely able
to crawl across the floor a few feet to rest against
the tapestry covered wall.
She lay atop her resting place, panting and uttering
soft moans, reveling in the remnants of the pleasure
she had just been consumed by. Slowly she rolled to her
side and looked at him. A fire burned in those
beautiful, cold eyes. Her tongue slowly danced across
her red lips, wetting them. A look of hunger and desire
covered her face. She slowly scanned his drained body.
He knew what would happen next. She would feed on him
and drain his blood. She rose slowly to her feet. She
pulled her dress up to once again cover her huge, sexy
tits. Then she slowly smoothed the soft material down
over her delicious body. Irresistible passion shrouded
her hidden desire for his blood. She slowly started to
move towards him.
He stared, unable to control his eyes and powerless to
raise a hand to defend himself. His strength was gone.
He needed time to regain it but she was not going to
give it to him. He stared at her with fear, but with
desire for her too. He was ready to die. He wanted to
live, to take this evil woman again, but he hadn't a
chance of either now.
A loud, harsh voice broke the trance that they were
both in. In the doorway stood a priest. He was older,
maybe fifty, and dressed in the uniform of his church.
In his hand, thrust forward, was a silver cross that
drew to a deadly point at the bottom. "STOP! Stop, you
demon of darkness," he shouted to her from behind. He
moved toward her, his cross and his faith were his
weapons.
She turned and looked at him. He froze, his eyes
quickly glancing down across her huge, visible
cleavage, and down further to her sexy leg protruding
from the slit in her dress, then back up to her lips
and those eyes. In that instant, she saw the flaw in
his armor.
"Only a righteous, virtuous man can resist me. Only he
who harbors no lust and has no memory of fulfilled
desires, can resist the temptations and pleasures I
offer. Are you that man, father? Have you ever offered
comfort to a poor, young widow and ended up filling her
with your seed? Have you ever listened to the
confession of some young, lust crazed girl and given
her penance in the form of your hard cock? Have you
priest? Your eyes have betrayed you. You have looked at
my breasts and desired them. You have seen my lips and
craved their sensuous kiss. My legs remind you of
pleasures past. Resist me if you can priest. But even
he who was stronger and more righteous than you could
not," she said as she pointed to her spent lover on the
floor.
The priest was frozen in his tracks. He tried to will
his arm to raise and strike her dead with the weapon it
held, but it would not. She moved to her resting place
and drew up onto it. She slowly pulled her top down to
reveal her breasts to him. "If you want me father, come
to me and take me. You have your weapon. You can strike
me dead if you so desire. But it is my body you desire.
Take me father. Feel my breasts, kiss my lips, put your
stiffening cock into my sweet, hot pussy. Fulfill your
desires father. FUCK ME!"
"As a priest, I have given my body and soul to God..."
She cut in, "You have never had sex? Have you ever felt
the soft warm flesh of a woman before?"
The thought of the young village nymphomaniac he hadn't
been able to resist once, hit him, "No. It is a sin for
me to do that and I will not sin. I will not be led to
sin. I want to stop you from taking more souls."
It was a challenge that had been placed before her. She
was starting to expose her pussy to him and he was
drawn to it. "It is a sin to indulge in the pleasures
of the flesh." She quickly countered, "But if it is a
sin, then why did God make it feel so good? To have a
man run his hands over my soft, warm flesh feels so
good. When he slips his big, hard cock into my tight,
wet pussy, it feels unbelievably good. How can that be
a sin?"
He hadn't noticed that he had been slowly moving
towards her. She was now only a few feet from him and
he was having a sudden impulse to touch her. He looked
at her. There was fire in her eyes but he didn't see
it. He was thinking about what she had said. He reached
out slowly and placed his hand on her leg just above
the knee.
Then he slowly started to slide it up her leg. Her legs
were soft and silky smooth. The feel of her silk
covered skin was electrifying to him. She slid forward,
towards him, and leaned forward to expose her breasts
to him. "Now father, reach up and cup my breast with
your hand." He was lost in the sensation and was
following her words. The suggestion was being driven by
the unbelievable pleasure it brought him to touch her.
He slowly cupped her breast with his hand and then,
instinctively, he started to squeeze it. Her nipple
hardened right in his hand and he pinched it with his
thumb and forefinger. His other hand had found its way
up the inside of her left leg and was gently brushing
against her wet pussy. She moaned softly and moved her
moist lips towards his.
"Oh yes, father, that's it, you're much too hot to stop
now, aren't you? Oh! that feels so good. Kiss me,
father."
His lips were inches from hers when he suddenly broke
out of the trance he was in. "No! It is a sin! I
shouldn't be touching you."
She leaned back on her resting place and smiled.
She stood slowly, reached behind her back and drew the
zipper of her dress downward. When it reached bottom,
she pulled her dress forward and let it drop off and to
the floor. Her body was enough to excite any man. She
knelt between his legs. He was staring at her breasts
as she took his hands and guided them to her sides,
pulling him downward to his knees.
Then she slowly put her arms around his neck and
started to move her mouth towards his. "Father, the
touch of my body excites you. The lure of my lips draws
you. All your life, you've fought against evil, but it
is evil that gives you the most pleasure. Now, father,
the time has come for you to give in to it."
She kissed him on the lips. His mind exploded like a
volcano. His mouth was trying to devour hers and the
kiss was really hot. His hands were all over her tits
and ass. She loved the way he lost control and went
after her body. She reached down and opened his pants.
She found his cock was not only fully erect, but also
one of the largest she had seen.
He could not resist her. He lifted her and pushed her
back onto her resting place. She pulled him by his cock
right up to her pussy lips, "Now father, sin with me.
Fuck me." He could feel the warm wetness of her pussy
around the head of his cock and he could not hold back.
He rammed it into her all the way. She screamed in
pleasure as he groaned. He instinctively started to
slide it in and out and as he did, she started to come.
The idea of seducing this priest was so exciting to her
that she had a tremendous orgasm. As she came, she
tightened up around his cock. The feeling was so good
that he couldn't stop. He was ramming into her harder
and deeper. He was lost in a frenzy of total lust. He
was pounding into her like a wild man. He couldn't
stop. The feeling was so good. She was so much better
than the village girl.
It felt so good to her that she started to come again.
Her screams and moans of passion drove him on. He knew
that she was going to come again. He was getting closer
and closer. As she came for the second time, he could
feel her pussy sucking on his cock and it drove him on
even harder and deeper. He wanted to fill her so badly.
She stopped him long enough to turn him onto his back
and climb on top of him. Then she lowered her hot pussy
onto his stiff cock and started to ride him hard and
deep. His hands instinctively went to her hips and
helped guide her up and down. Soon he was nearing
orgasm again. She leaned forward, letting her huge tits
hang before his face.
He grabbed them and started to devour them like a
starving man. She was nearing another orgasm, feeding
off his uncontrolled lust. Her pussy began to tighten
around his cock. The feeling was driving him to the
edge. She could feel his cock swelling and pulsing with
blood. Then her orgasm sent her over the edge. She came
in a loud scream.
Her orgasm made her shake and shutter wildly. As she
came, the feeling was too much for him. With a loud
groan, his cock erupted into her. Huge, hot torrents of
come shot from his cock into her hungry pussy. As he
shot into her, she collapsed onto his chest and sunk
her teeth into his neck. The pleasure and the pain made
his orgasm even more intense. He knew she was killing
him but he couldn't stop coming into her.
He looked on in horror as the vampire fucked and sucked
the priest to death. He couldn't tear his eyes away. He
knew the pleasure the priest was feeling. He longed for
it himself. But his will held him back. His strength
having at least partially returned. He stumbled towards
the two writhing figures. He picked up the priests
cross and with what little strength he had, he drove it
through her heart.
She screamed in death as she had screamed in pleasure.
He plunged it in deeper as he had his cock. In a
moment, the priest and the vampire lay dead together.
The hero stumbled from her lair, only his memories of
the pleasure she had brought him would haunt his
nights. He need not fear her, only her memory.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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