Because it felt like I did. It felt like home. It felt like blackening faces screaming in indian a burning house, but I wasn’t crying, was I? No… I was smiling. I was grinning from ear to ear as I splayed my palm against Night Eyes’ chest, as I felt the heat sucking surge into my hand, as I watched the terror mingle with the arousal in her eyes. This was power. This was righteous, godly power. I was The Destroyer, the flame of God, and there was evil before me, evil whispering sweet temptation, evil begging me to do it. And those obsidian pits that stared back at me, brimming from that leering face of evil… they reflected my face, and I could barely tell the difference between us. This was my power. This was my darkness. This was my evil. This was me. “You see my darkness.” I whispered, “What do you see in my ‘truth?’” “It’s my truth, Sister Julia,” Night Eyes’ hushed voice quivered as she took me inside her, burrowing me through squeezing heat, “and it’s like looking into a mirror.” “No.” I hissed, “We’re nothing alike.” “We’re kindred spirits, Sister Julia, you said it yourself,” Night Eyes’ lips brushed mine, her breath turning to pants as she grinded on me, “but not you and Willowbud; you and me. There never was so sweet a kiss as the one you shared with Passion before you killed her, was there?” “How do you…” “I know desi you, Sister,” Night Eyes growled on my lips, “I see your darkness! I can’t see your memories, but I see the scars they’ve left behind, and I recognize so many of them. I have that scar, that kiss of death. I gave it to my father because he loved me, because I loved him, because I realized what I’d become, and because I hated him for what I’d done to myself. Sound familiar? ” “Yes.” I barely breathed it. It sounded so familiar. “And the deepest scars, the ones we get when we’re children, I see those in you, and they look just like mine.” Night Eye’s brushed tender fingertips along my cheek, down my neck, “I was alone and scared, neglected by those that loved me, unable to grapple with emotions I didn’t understand. So, I killed, and killed, until I found peace in the silence. I was barely past five when I did it, but you were younger. That wonderful, sweet musk filled my nose. It felt so good and as she started to actually rub and pull on my cock, she again looked up at me for approval asking, “Is that okay?” When Mistress Gloria arrived at three o’clock, she said calmly, “Drive the mowers down to the south cabin. Deb: As I made my way up her slathered, big meaty succulent thighs. Bye.” Susanna exclaimed as she pulled the leash and drags the slave around the room. “Yeah, well—do you recall squirting all over me? Although I have to say—it sucking was more of a flood than a squirt. Both were class leaders and top athletes. Pure horror.” I said it was called off because of the rain and everyone else had to change up. I broke the kiss and moaned, “Yes! I smiled. It had taken him considerable force to separate us, though it felt like most of that force had been exerted on indian himself. And now, the retaliation had failed. My pussy. Yes, we saw each other naked but there was no arousal whatsoever. I look up at desi him as I pant. Sam said shyly. She took that as a cue to continue.