Last Rites

Panicked
Terrified at first
Her life one of pain
She knew me though
Knew I could redeem her
I took her oft that night
Every hole explored
Giving her pleasures undreamt
She called for more
I gave it

For a time
She screamed
Begging me to stop
Then she became aware of truth
She smiled
A feral
Primal look in her eyes
She pounded herself against my flesh
Impaled
Her orgasm violent
Final

And now
Well
Cannot you not hear my wolves
They feed
Now they give her peace

© 2005, Mosquitobyte