Gently, the dark skinned woman lowered the attacker to his feet and loosened her grip, though she did not release him; taking a softer tone she leaned closer, “So… They still seem to be gone.” “I didn’t get ta’ talk ta’ them then…” The sociable old man spoke up, “I tried ta’ talk to everyone but they were gone ‘fore I could. Indian sex Upon thy I shall bequeath servitude not of my own rightful rule but unto they own self’s bequest of eternal loyalty to the ivory throne of the White Spire upon which the Lord speaks to you now; thy are of no use to the throne shouldst thou wither to a deprived husk of one’s own pathetic, lingering sorrows and desires.” An indescribable being beset of piercing ivory plate embedded within pale flesh ascended its hideous, lanky form high above the ivory throne in which it had previously rested, its faceless face gazing vacantly upon the flesh ensnared skeletal figures kneeled before it yet ever focused into their agonized consciousness. A bone encased hand clasped around the buxom woman’s throat as the lanky man forced himself between his victims sweat-bathed thighs, and quickly he could feel his rock hard length penetrating into the heat of the woman’s groin.
