Sent to serve you,” he said mockingly. The air was redolent with the smell of burning incense as Miranda led the rituals, giving praise to and asking favors of their deity. Her pussy gushed, wetting her hand and the inside of her thighs, leaving a dark, wet circle on the bed sheet. He clamped a hand around her throat, lessening her air without cutting it off entirely. His fingernail changed in the blink of an eye, transforming into a razor sharp black claw. His cum spilled out of her cunt, tinged with the blood of her torn flesh. Glory be unto our lord!”
“Glory be,” the three girls echoed in an automatic chorus that lacked their usual feeling. She threw herself backward onto the bed and drew in a deep, soothing breath. Miranda stopped dancing and watched the smoke clear. His fingers dug in as he squeezed, bruising the pale flesh. The dream had been to chaotic and unclear. He put his cock away and zipped his pants. His orgasm finally subsided,
