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It was the downstairs she wanted, the place where she might find something to fill the gaping hole where her decency had once resided.
The tongue dropped further, unspooling from his mouth in an endless coil to slip between their bodies, wriggling between her legs to slide in her slickness.
When the candy cane breached her, Aubrey said a prayer for her vaginal flora and bit her lip. Being fucked with a candy cane was not something she thought she’d be able to boast about when she began her baking that morning, but wonders never ceased.
“Hmmm. Quite the curiosity, aren’t you. You smell like a good girl. You taste like a good girl . . . but you’d make very fine Naughty List material. Very interesting, sweetling. What a happy accident this was . . . for me.”
She wondered if she would get the chance to feel this fat peppermint stick within her. Stop it, stop thinking that way . . . okay, but still, low-key hope so!
“I’m going to stretch this hungry little cunt of yours,” he smiled, a flash of fangs and glimmering red eyes, “and fuck you the way you should have been fucked all along, sweetling, hard enough to knock the naughtiness right out of you.”
“It’s such a shame, dear heart,” he said in a conversational tone as she fell apart, the sounds coming from her throat once more making her sound like a mindless animal. “If you had been fucked half so well and punished regularly, it may not have come to this. You might have been as docile as a lamb, your mind too clouded by pleasure to come up with your devious schemes. If only . . . too late for regrets, though.”
Broad, barrel-chested and heavily tattooed, the big man was anything but jolly.
“Everyone is someone, liebchen. If we weren’t, then everyone would be no one.
Have you ever tasted the fires of damnation, little one? Mine is a burning rod of justice, and I would choke you with its heat.”
Worshipers of these asinine new gods mistakenly believed chastity was the mark of goodness, chastity and piousness, but these ancient trees knew better. There was no crime in passion or in loving freely, for seeking pleasure with others was one of the scant ways these humans had to express joy, and worshipers of the old gods knew this.
It was not one’s bedroom preferences that determined such things after all, but the contents of one’s heart, their generosity and unselfishness.
