EXTENSIONS INTO A WRITER'S MIND

"Open to me Destiny, lust for me and the pain will not be as great." He whispered his lies so easily and willingly she helped him release the last link of the invisible chain. Slowly her hands traveled her body, and when her fingertips touched her breast, she felt him reach them from inside. Her hands made love to her body on the surface, while his demon heat caressed her deep inside. His taking of her felt so strange, as if a thousand hands were on her body at once, a combination of pleasure, and pain and slowly her thighs opened to release him.

She watched in the mirror; yet fear did not grip her heart, as she witnessed the cool, glowing flames emerge from between her parted thighs! And as she continued to watch, the flames took on a shape, and became a gorgeous man. However, the man standing and now towered over her was no stranger to her. Slowly she reached to welcome him into her open arms, as he knelt on the bed between her thighs. And a dome of flames enveloped and transported them to a different time and place. She was no longer in her room, but lay upon a stone altar in a clearing near a lake. Still she was not afraid. She knew who he was, and she was only dreaming, and dreaming could feel oh so good.

"Yes, Destiny this is just a dream, becoming your worst nightmare." He whispered smiling behind his mask, as he filled her with the anguished souls of hell. Beneath the lust-filled dome of fire, he covered her screams of torment. And the damned were consuming her soul forcing open the gate that would allow him to plant his demon seed deep within her womb.

Slowly he pleasured himself in her torment; it had been too long since he had felt pleasure. Not pleasure of the flesh, but of the souls desire to torment and devour another. Silently she cried out as brief moments of pleasure reached through the torment, but when he sensed her lust, his massive member would swell threatening to rip her apart with each thrust, still he continued until she screamed and screamed in nothing but torment. He knew that he must stop now and release her for just a while longer; he could not let her escape into madness.

However, he loved to hear her scream as he forced his himself deeper and deeper into her. Allowing the damned to devour and consume all but a small portion of the human soul that she would need in order to carry the child. The child that would conceal him, just as she had done. Reluctantly he caused her to sleep, and then slowly he slipped between her thighs to his new home. Leaving her in pain, moaning softly.