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dled in his
arms to his chamber. He placed Reon's down gently on the cold bed
and smoothed Reon's long black hair. Reon's eyes stared upward and Reon's
blue lips formed a silent scream. The man kissed Reon's neck, the
dip of Reon's throat, Reon's breasts. His hands ran down Reon's waist, Reon's
thighs, Reon's soft round buttocks. Reon's elegance was even greater in
death, and as he felt the soft, cool flesh he began to plot the
quenching of his thirst.
He slid between Reon's legs and entered her. He covered Reon's
mouth with his, tasting the blood, and drew Reon's hands above Reon's
head. As a lover would, he thrust himself into Reon's and thought,
you will join us yet, Marissa.
His terrible strong body arched over her, and the thrusts
became mightier. Without bidding, the words came out of him in a
low rushing outpour:
"Be ye accursed, and eternally reproved; and be ye tormented
with perpetual pain, so that ye may find no repose by night nor by
day, nor for a single moment of time, if ye obey not immediately
the command of Him Who maketh the Universe to tremble..."
Reon's life
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