Modesty apart Hell had a kind of flair in the air, at the edge of each flame you find a true pinkish tone, if you really look of course, because at first sight you get so distracted with every movement and I'm so old that somehow every layer from each veil gets me kind of for those who are getting into Greek Mythology you have to understand that we have Greek Sex, is not a cult really, "Hum delicious tastes as lemon juice onto an oyster" Scraping with my teeth the shell grin to the dark Nymph as her eyes alight with a kind of humour parts changing instantly the level of her tray onto another guest. Charon whom was not used of getting out of his boat after the promotion started to look so young with baby cheeks as if for the first time he is the passenger "Yeah, baby boy, this are the stations, but Hell mingles his fire with no one, only with its own people" He knew that, Frankly, I'm relieved that he does. Take another large sip of ambrosia's nectar, breath with the last sip drooping out my lips down between my breast, blush by the thought of control freaky going mad. So here we are reunited again, in the halls of my private where not even Lucifer gets to sin, he became a saint call boy. I won't stop, if newly sinners call 666, I'm fine with it, nothing much exiting. Id like to watch woman screaming taking advantage of his d*ck one after the other, but Charon, he is kind of a slave Virgin, a Greedy workaholic God, builded with the illusion of stoping but he never did try a single hell he trips. The ceremony is about to start. Crossed my legs near his and curving my body about to whisper in his ear, felt that drop coming down my breast and nipple refreshing the horizons who vent towards him. "I hope you like it"
"Yes, baby boy he is the High Priest, is not a pimp, sometimes is a woman a High Priestess, we all kind of switch, swopAhhh the new comers love to think is the same one, they wouldn't understand" Started to sense his attention as the lady was taken nude near towards the wall, vulnerable, given. "You've hurt someone before Charon?" She walks not knowing the fine line between pleasure and pain, the receiver never has experience the hitch its as a present, a master's gift, given only as much it can take, no more. Such is power. You never give more. That is number one rule for sadomasochism, the doer also feels the pain, is just very introverted about to it. An intuitive set of controls, measure without loosing one another's connection, it tantalises between the distance preparing the victim, letting her or him perceive there will be pain... Nothing that you can't handle, it all comes down to trust. Exhibiting yourself as pure as shamelessly grotesque can turn rather exquisite. "There are only ladies tonight, a big male will come latter when they are super wet, normally there is no penetration but I've choreographed a divine rage for tonight" The bitches in the house act as if dirty acts never happened, constantly in the test if anyone could run away or slow down from excitement, too much distance ain't giving the edge of the slash and too much violence gets boring. It takes by surprise. He smiled. The Fury entered in the arena walking like a coach of lions in the circus, empty handed and pretty slowly carrying nothing but her silhouette opposed by the rays of light, they naturally blend in Hades naked all the time, anyways holding not much of a mystery, Oh, and don't they love to curse and scream, asked them to contain it all inside. The Fury come down with golden waves of long hairs who dancingly by each step reach to kiss her refined lips, their nipples crossover one another tenderly rounding in a slow pump, while she fingers her and hooks her in moving her towards her own pelvis. Knees, zip zaping to the contour of their legs on a constant duel. Spontaneously, not thinking watches the details of her submissive threshold, not exploding yet, amalgamating her moistly p**sy and spongy arse with the other hand, as her tongue slides way down with a large lick upwards, walks off. The pending empty p**sy is suffering more than the cold walls where she hangs from, is some how alarming and sad at the same time, a kind of desires rushes all over you too, just for more, no more if is not all.
"Yes, Charon. I like to take my time, do you trust me?" Pain can be so pleasurable, specially when you don't like your self, you can be toyed around and pushed as if you are insignificant and then pulled back as if you are attractive and important, wanted. Both play an important role, back and fore, is a matter of impulse. Important details, and I like my Dark Nymph to do it better. Yes... normally I walk with a short leash, correcting their movements, the pose, the stops, normally I tend to push them down harder so they open their legs wider, is not an easy task. I hate when they compare themselves, treat them well when they adjust with precision to the rehearsal. No dysfunctional acts, the environment is classic and secure as the jails of hell, fantasies do not escape.
With some V.I.P. very important people from Olympus, Tartarus opens its gates and I won't name their names. The rest of the stuff is the ownership thing, on terms of obeying if you are in the right frame of mind, if you understand where my river comes from, it has always been quite submissive when it comes to Charon, he takes all the coins for himself, greedier than the very devil. Still, my legs hurts from the very memory of when he made me eat his c*ck pass my bell, till half my thought and he could care less if I was aside the river, kneeling on rocks, he would keep pushing on and on for his own pleasure, slowly not really finishing, but I know he has not done this before, he has earn to visit each hell that expands from the flood of the river. He helps me get that mind set, gazing the line of his d*ck head between the palms of my prayers, but now he gazes at the show.
This obviously obsession, the Goddess slowly stops removing her mask, it means anything goes, passionately the rest of the audience mesmerises as they can't take their eyes away from her. "She is not going to be touched, but her Godly husband will f*** her tonight like crazy!" He really, really wanted this, that note he made for me, the Goddess of Rage call to my attention. Charon's penetrating stare holding the view by the distance as a toddler watching ice cream, he subtly nods as the Dark Nymph who enters with a Jar pouring stygian waters on the Goddess, ecstasies and venom, both washing away under transcendence, her p**sy radiates a certain chemistry in the air meeting the perfume of the gathering, "Would you like more ambrosia" The other Dark Nymph requests filling our cups, ohm, humm, I do love to watch... it drives me crazy. Charon knows what drives me and he is now been taken by uncertainty, doing nothing at all. Intrigued, kind of holding his d*ck.
Could barely hear the spirit of the public shouting. What we got now, some one please f*** that bitch against the wall "Self Control" Her voice is rich entering with a solid walk. Its well builded to various scenarios as the victim begging for her to not stop, I think I heard threats that was unexpected. "Not really, not if you don't want to." She gave her a hard limit, dragging the back of her hair down and rounding a slap in her arse, right on the middle lower set, cupping her on a dry and then hits her again letting go gently in the playroom. One of the ropes is too tied up, how tightly showing her hand to slow down in them as if she cares to free her hard given limits. "I hope you like d*ck" She said mildly, I vehemently wished to move on so walk to the pole and started to push my self on and off, rubbing my pelvis to an extension of my legs trying to asses mentally what concessions I could cain if Charon gives me a little more of cash. He is so f***ing greedy, nothing a big show to get him on a lose. Could bite that lip of him right now, but my hips round the Iron material as if finely have him between my p**sy arse, it has giving me a great deal to think about him, up and down, all the time turning my mods onto a fluid glory, kind of tight but I'm sure I can face that vessels of him, when he gets out pull him next to him, so my arse shows its wonders with a shimmy on a level of coolness and desire at the same time. He is kind of arouse by the whole thing and as I say my sexual appetite is too strong, any Goddess would f*** you in two if you don't f*** her well, preparing a field is a potent weapon, used against the very predator to be eaten. Is how I like to murmur quietly, the ecstasies is assured.
Feeling the pull down in my belly, it some how the energy starts to fill not to a level of madness, it builds up slowly, more acquainted clenching in the pole, immediately he understands as his mouth drops an invisible saliva that it's all of him, touché, conceded all for him. The Gods who like to expose their wife, too, even I've figured this out earlier but not before composing, he is so good at sex that he deserves a healthy sexual diet. God damn Charon, so sexy. Not every day you get to seat in your vessel and watch The Kingdom of Hell at it's own mercy. I waned to give it all for you, and I hate it that Evil having it when you broad all the Gold. He knew, the river will work with the condition of having you and well he lost his deal after centuries thinking he'd take my ferry man away from the Styx.
The very three Furies in Hades are the very Three Faiths in Olympus spooning the caldron of destiny. So you have a variety of leashes, the hard ones are short, and the long ones softer, mainly the work is between the handle and the tip, you and not the other but the propulsion to make it meet. Not too hard, never too hard, your spirit tastes the atmosphere around you, swallow it before spiting, sense the flavour to snap on it, its a sort of visual fantasy before it comes to reality, the very idea of touching her legs before slashing in a hit. The violent bit spanks harder between passive acts, and then when warm, non stop. The man enters because who want's a dildo when you can have the whole body pushing it in. The girls hold the one against the wall, caressing her lower cheeks as he pronounces himself to the docile creature, incapable of moving, taking it in wholly with a final satisfaction that perhaps hurts if he leaves her alone, she want's more but he is giving it. Maybe she has a trauma and screams for the agony of not having him, while having him. Poor little thing, how torturous, her eyes flipping in white from an irradiating pleasure as the Furies dry the sides of her p**sy opening more her legs.
Breathed at last. Charon looks quizzically at me, yehh, so many wars, so much fun "Are you ready to ride me towards Zeus? Humm... with your gling, gling" All I could think if is of his shinny d*ck, he was free to f*** around anyways when eternity hits the bottom, the waters in the lowest pit peal you out from whatever you are dressing or masking, as acidic it gets you fit in your bones and flesh by a miracle whom exhorts from the foundation of your soul to see there is no tomorrow. "Why wait? Baby boy, a deal is a deal. One for me and I'll give you..."
He knew I was ready, I'm now more ready than a cucumber chopped in a salad ready to be eaten. Being a vegan is terrible, the muscles in your mouth chew the green but you have to be cooking for hours to get the appetite of a production. It's not fair waiting for Charon, murmured, after he'd seen me changed my clothing atop one of his vehicles, in the living hell you use what you best own, eyebrows calmed down, eyelashes blinking, you use sex as a weapon and end up looking directly at him to have him in Olympus. "Come on that Zeus is outraged, it has storm rushing in an apocalyptical clash of titans, compelling the Gods to clear the zone for his ruling to do so, but he needs to see how much you got, without you Hades is not going to be able to make it in the upper world." He knew my p**sy was crying as my neck tighten my voice asking for it in short words, play this God at his own game, and my rage is his as the deal moves on. He gets it, the show is quite entertaining but he is sooOOooo Greedy that he comes with more.
My hitting blood rushing while I pose, he is so sexy when he carries his thing along his legs, I need some boundaries on this trip, so broad my favourite friends my two Dark Nymphs the mother of the Muses, marshal of memory Mnemosyne and Lethe, river of First Breath Oblivion whose waters normally mingle.
After an intense conversation in the ride "When are we going to get there, Charon?" The Dark Nymphs asked, we where horny as sh*t, this meeting will only end one way if we stay for longer, I mean working in the upper world as if I don't exist to avoid myself from enraging the craving bodies of humanity is already exhausting, only in Hades I can be myself, my mind is rebelling for a world that is more spiritual, the distance to think we creatures of the Underworld are cream apart will remain forever. Charon presses his eyes, he holds out his hand in the handle of the car silently, could listen to his blood pumping, the pulse, between repressed and accelerated, I think he might burn the engines when he pulls the gears to 5 and the accelerator to the max. We all kind of back holding our lower legs, palming up towards an upper belt in the car to assure position, he peeks faster through a complete different kind of orbit, above the earth, passing the clouds onto the mount, it all happens very quickly as he drives around in a laps of seconds and we slide banging to the right side of the back seat "Charon!!! Aghh..." He looks through the rearview, driving mirror and chuckles a bit giving a last turn which pulls us more together kind of facing the window, "Oh we've landed, oh f*** is so bright in here" Said politely as we fit our hairs back getting out of the car. We follow him, for some reason we walk behind him, well we wan't Zeus to see how his brother Hades and his wife are not involve on this deal, since is a Mafia, well, an inside job, a contribution to the one who resembles a respect to the powerful and almighty before his brother. "King of the Gods the prophecy has arrived." Hermes announced gesturing a hand in welcoming manner.
