small smile played across her shapely lips i asked no i demanded she explained why she was sneaking around the house at this ungodly hour instead of attending her mistress my good lady wife she informed her mistress was a bed and sleeping soundly and it was now me she intended to serve now baffled i asked her meaning but her next question caught me off guard she asked how badly i wanted a child and a male one at that an heir to carry on the vendravan bloodline for a moment i was tempted to beat her for her insolence and even raised my hand to do so but something in her eyes stilled my hand causing it to drop limpy by my side anything i answered i would do almost anything for a male heir to carry on the ven draven name nodding she took my hand and i marveled at how soft her skin was against my own as she led me from my study through the kitchen and down the darkened cellar god how to describe what waited for me deep in the bowels of my own home an altar an altar anointed with blood us a sacrifice to some dark and terrible god everywhere candles burned flickering in the eyes of the dead animals that lay all about pigeons doves cats even even a large black dog lay piled around its base their blood soaking into the feet that terrible statue that sat hunched and grotesque an insult to those of us who dwell in the sane light of day its body while hunched and twisted resembled out of a man but that's where anything human and likeness suddenly stopped for its head was that of a great octopus scaled with huge staring eyes and a mass of withered tentacles covering the lower half of its face from its gnarled back sprung stunted wings and its scaled arms and feet were claw-like and webbed i turned to run to flee this abomination but the witch matilda stood blocking my way i tried to push past but she grabbed my arm and spanned me back around to face her blowing some kind of noxious dust in my face that instantly caused my head to pound and scent my senses reeling the next thing i knew we were both naked kneeling before the bloody altar the knife was in my hand oh god oh god stevens lay dead before me his throat a red ruin his hot blood all over me beside me not matilda chanting her naked body covered in sweat and blood as she cried out her devotion to her infernal gods i tried to rise but she pushed me back down upon my back and climbed on top of me from behind her she pulled a small wooden bowl brimming with some kind of noxious liquid which she raised to her lips taking the potion into her mouth she pressed her lips against my own but i twisted my head to and fro raising my hands to beat her off but she caught them easily and placed them upon her heavy breast letting some of the crimson potion trickle from between her right lips down over her heavy glistening body in a moment her lips crushed against mine spilling the vile poison down my throat the rest of the night was filled with blurred images as we fornicated amongst the
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