Chapter 41
by Spinningsolo2
What ceremony?
A serious attempt
Somehow managing to be intimidating and sexy at the same time, Alyona began to chant. As she did so, a large altar appeared in the room, and it was joined by more lit candles. Alyona knelt before the largest of the candles, still chanting in a language neither Samson nor Gray could understand.
Over several minutes, her chant changed from almost a dirge to something more... poetic. Samson felt it became musical in a way, with Alyona's beautiful voice carrying the chant up and down several octaves. He watched as she went from kneeling to a series of poses, not unlike a seductive yoga dance.
The chant- no it was really a song now- began to build in speed and intensity. Alyona moved through the poses faster and faster until she was a blur of limbs (and other things). It was at this point that Samson noticed his mouth was moving. And he was making noises. He couldn't understand his own words, but they felt very different from whatever language Alyona was using.
No time to chat, fuckface, I've got one shot at this.
As Alyona's song built in intensity, so did the dirge spewing from Samson's mouth. After a minute of impossibly fast motion, the angel and demon reached a crescendo. Alyona's body burst into what sure looked like an orgasm. To his chagrin, Samson felt what was very certainly a burst of semen into his boxers. Panting and sweaty, the angel froze in her last position, her reclining body faced away from Samson.
Gingerly, she pushed herself up back to her knees. She looked at Samson. Samson looked back at her. The angel didn't seem to know what would happen next. To be fair, neither did the demon. Or the human, for that matter.
Their faceoff was interrupted by a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder. When Samson's eyes recovered, he saw that Alyona was holding a gold amulet in her hand. She looked at it uncertainly.
Oh boy, this is going to go one of two ways.
"What ways?" Samson said under his breath.
Shut up. Our friend there has a choice to make.
Slowly, Alyona's hands pulled the amulet to her neck. Her hands were trembling as she reached to fasten it.
What kind of amulet is it?
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Gray's Week in Russia
Sometimes you need a little break from routine. An erotic photobook.
A man with a peculiar... affliction goes on a much needed city break to St Petersburg and is visited by his personal demon. How far will he give in to temptation? An erotic photobook.
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Updated on Sep 1, 2020
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