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>ywn learn Hebrew
>ywn learn how to write Lillys name in the ancient language
>ywn go to the butcher and buy a container of animal blood
>ywn draw a ceremonial circle in blood, placing scented candles in strategic positions
>ywn place a bouquet of lilies at the top as an offering
>ywn lay on the cold stone, feeling the blood spreading out beneath your naked body
>ywn tie a ribbon around your eyes, knowing that she’ll never come if you can see
>ywn hear the tapping of a cane as she defends the stairs to your basement
>ywn hear her soft voice of approval as she senses your dedication
>ywn feel the tension in the air mounting as the tapping of her cane comes closer
>ywn feel your sex drive turn healthy as she reaches down, long, strong, fingers sliding over your thigh
>ywn feel the fingers grip you at the waist
>ywn hear her ara ara before the soft weight of fabric drops onto your legs.
>ywn hear her tease you about how tense your breathing has become as you strain your muscles to not move, deeply afraid of disturbing the ritual
>ywn feel her hands skate over your skin, gripping your chest as she lowers herself on top of you
>ywn gasp out as she guides you into her
>ywn feel her body spasm above you, her grip suddenly redoubling on your chest as a suddenly soft moan of pleasure escapes from her lips
>ywn hear her strained breathing as she compliments your dedication
>ywn hear her tell you just how long she’s kept track of you...
>ywn feel her hand on your face as she tells you how badly she’s wanted this
>ywn feel millions of strands of hair covering your body, the sensation shocking you to opening your mouth, right as she leans into and kisses it
>ywn fight a losing battle between fear and lust, unable to keep your hands locked into position as dictated by the ritual guide
>ywn reach out and grab her by the hips, pulling yourself deeper into her and hearing her lustfilled gasp
>ywn thrust again and again into her, as both of you fight for breath between passionate kisses.
>ywn feel her back suddenly arch, hands placed firmly on your stomach, as she gasps for ragged breaths, redoubling her weight on your waist
>ywn feel her gyrate above you, squeezing you between soft smooth thighs
>ywn try to push yourself up, only to feel her hands firmly hold you down
>ywn hear her panicked whisper to not break the ritual, that she’s not done yet
>ywn hear her admit she’s always loved you
>ywn feel her efforts increase, feeling your own body arching into hers as she moves with sudden speed
>ywn feel drops of sweat drip from her hair into your chest
>ywn gasp out in ecstasy as you feel her come to a climax, the sudden tension squeezing you into climaxing yourself
>ywn lose the battle with lust and wanting, hand flying up to the ribbon and tearing it free
>ywn see nothing with you in the basement, the candlelight illuminating the bare room around you
>ywn stand up hurriedly, asking her name, pleading for her to come back
>ywn kick over one of the scented candles, the one smelling of fresh vanilla
>ywn feel tears come to your eyes when you throw the ribbon to the floor as depression overwhelms you
>ywn fear you’ve gone insane, that it’s all been a waste of time and effort, and that none of it was true
>ywn look down to see drops of sweat on your chest that you know are not yours