#196568 - 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. He stretched out under her, arms reached out above him, clawing at the wood of the floor as the invasion dominated his mind and being, feeling impossibly filled and expanded by her crimson red cock, little lances of pain springing from his chest as she pinched and twisted his sensitive nipple. He took another slow sip of water, letting the warm liquid relax his throat, he didn’t want to stammer on any of the following words.