Her head bobs on the cock as she moans for the first time since being in the room. The head of the man’s cock hits the back of her throat every time... she swallows. Up and down she runs her hands along the shaft while she sucks on it like a little cum hungry slut. The thought of being an alien cock slut causes her to gush suddenly, soaking her panties so much that she has to remove them. Why do I even bother to wear any anymore?With her hands already down there, she decides to hike up her skirt. These represented people permanently changed by Mark. Other threads and chains also branched from mark. Silver threads were regular mortals, the thick ones, what few there were, represented the friends and family of Mark. The thinner, silver threads, represented acquaintances. Each of Mark's friends had a silver thread that connected them to Mark. A pair of entwined, red threads connected Mark and Mary's souls. Lucifer was right, they were soulmates and would be very hard to break up. Magic. " Again there was a look of guilt on Marianne's face. "Look, we think it's great that you want to date. It's just that..." I... I... don't want to date. I want to... that is I..." Hey, let's all just clear the air," injected Matt. "Last night when we came back from the restaurant we saw what went on in your apartment." Marianne gasped. "Hey, we weren't spying, at least not exactly. We heard you scream and went up to see if you were all right. We looked in the window and saw you and your.... He turned to his favorite part of his creation – the sculpted stone fountain that sat at its center. Two meters high, it was crafted from pale gray stone. A custom carved statue depicting a trio of winged Faeries holding an upturned jar. Water poured steadily from the pot, falling into the pool beneath it. Patrick frowned. The normally clear water in the pool had taken on a milky cast. His frown deepened as the water began to swirl slowly in a pattern contrary to what the water falling from the.