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Invictus - wirh Crimsin

As long as I have had sexual feelings,
I have fantasized and yearned for pleasures that are not simply taboo - many would call them unholy
not because they were/are violent, mean or dangerous in any way, but because, in the minds of �normal�, respectable Christian folks,
they are primal, bestial, filthy, and depraved.

Alas, fears of disapproval and my consequent avoidance of real opportunity has frustrated my more wanton desires.
Although my husband had been a good man
and a decent lover, he had always been vanilla to the bone.

once I delved into the occult the feelings called to me again
I was a nautral witch
how can be evil when it is natural

soon I learned of my demons
and my need to be fed, hardcore sex
filling all my hollow spaces
penetration of the soul
I am a demonic Goddess
and my men should be warned
a dare, a wager is on the table
should you accept
this is what I have to offer...

I feel myself come to full power
it's time again I enter this domain
a sigh is on the air and all the demons knew,
when I entered this dimension
a crack of electricity pulsed through them
and then I appeared

secretly they feared
but I lured them in with my sex
they taste my creamy essence on the winds
becoming hard when I slithered out
alterating between vulnerabilithy and raw desire
my pussy was sweet music to them
but they would not get a taste of pink
until they fulfill the rite

a cruel smile on my lips
they were furious
there was nothing they could do
they were my men bound by honor
I would require sacrifices of debauchery
I was hungry

prepare the feast
an orgy of women and men
let me taste their innocence
so the demons gathered from the field
women of a wanton nature
men of ill repute

the demons were starved
but only their Queen had the key
to open their souls for feasting
I posed them in lewd poses
and they began fucking
it was my nature, sex

the people were overcome with the feeling
my lust for the flesh undying
pushing me need into them I let my demons eat
these were no meek appetities
some required blood, shit and piss to come
their weakness revealed it was power they crave

they wanted the souls to fear
before tasting them
like aging a wine
a proud soul was bitter
but one reaped while in horror, intoxicating
turning them on further

a ladies blush is harvested
as she stood nude in front of them
to her terror and humiliation
some of the men were aroused
and the Queen said as you will
they took their fear out on the victims
I always knew i would taste victory

blood flowed that night
and the rite was fulfilled
my God appeased while he rape the devil from me
his swollen member dripping carnal evidence
of his debaucher's twilight with the "in crowd"
sniffing the brocade of choiring crowd

fucking the night away in shades of immoral
behavior designed by the architect of Sodom
and Gomorrah leaving no ashes to burn as Mother
Superior counted her beads of freshly roasted
decadence shellacking her unmanicured pussy � � � � �

thrusting his cock into the host of insanity
as she broiled his testicles in her hand
sniffing the brocade of choiring crowd
fucking the night away

never again would I seek human approval
in the aftershade of �immoral decay
by design, ejaculating the flatworms �
of cognac morphing the shadow
stretching my labia majora
over the bottle of communion wine �