#6252 - She moaned in pleasure, looking at the boy laying on the floor, tasting his essence and feeling her wants and needs multiply for the experience. “Now why don’t you sing for me while I have my fun?” she said, mirth in her voice as she slowly withdrew her cock, watching as her crimson log pulled back, only to slam it back forward, vanishing it in an instant and drawing a high pitched cry from him. Everything was perfect and exactly as the book had detailed, the chalked lines the definition of precision on the designated aspen wood floor, stones and gems of varying origin expertly carved with runes long extinct from the world placed around the central circle, candles dotting each of many points, the wax of the candles infused with his own blood, the fire burning with a slightly greenish tinge, a sign things were as they should be.