...Etienne whirled her around and folded her over the altar. He shoved her legs wide and positioned her as though fashioning a piece of pliant clay. And she yielded to him as though she knew exactly what he wanted, had submitted to him so many times before. Felt his hands a thousand times, drive her to frenzy, to passion.

She felt his hands at her wet opening and then she was penetrated. She gasped at the quickness of the act.

“You remember this, don’t you, Lucille?”

“Y-you hid the memories. I only know I would awaken with a ravenous appetite for sex and Brad could never satisfy me quite enough. I think he knew he never satisfied me. He accused me often enough of being a nymphomaniac.” She thrust back against Etienne’s fingers. “It was you. All the time it was you who fed me the appetite. All these years…why didn’t you make yourself known to me? Why now?”

His fingers thrust in and out of her body and she undulated her hips in counter rhythm with his actions. “You had to come to me. I could not reveal myself until you returned of your own free will. But I could not stay away. You belong to me. You belong with me.”

“But I’m human. And you are not.”

“You are still part human. I did not claim you completely on that night so long ago. But now…tonight…tell me you want me forever.”

“Etienne, oh, merciful heaven.” Her eyelids fluttered downward as one of his fingers brushed across her clitoris sending her over the edge.

“It’s not heaven that will answer you, Lucille. It’s Hel.”

She was hardly aware when his hands locked around her waist and lifted her onto the altar. He turned her onto her back and spread her legs wide. Then he moved between them, positioning the tip of his broad, marble cock at her entrance.

Lucille gazed up at him. “Is this where you kill me?”

His dark eyes gazed down at her as he breached her entrance. Her sheath stretched around the knob of his thick penis, wooing him to enter her completely with the slippery presence of her arousal so very evident.

“The sacrifice to Hel has already been made. It will ease your journey through the final transition into darkness.” Another inch of his hard flesh entered her.

He breathed into her mouth, and instinctively she sucked the energy deep inside her body, letting it infuse her. She looked up to discover the cold, emotionless eyes of Hel gazing down at them. And then she gasped as Etienne plunged into her channel, burrowing to the depths, achingly deep.

Lucille arched upward, taking all of him, accepting, needing, devouring him. She gazed up at the ceiling, the angels and demons danced together above her head, light flickering from the candles as Etienne surged inside her.

“Breathe deeply, Lucille. Center yourself. Feel me inside you, claiming what is mine.”

She closed her eyes and tried to do as he commanded. Her breaths deepened, and she felt as though all that was toxic, all that was human, left her body, each exhale pulled out the last speck of humanness that remained inside her. And she released it willingly.

“Let yourself rise up, Lucille. Allow the cleansing, accept the little death to be born again into my world of darkness, to accept what is destined to be.

Lucille felt herself floating high above her body. With each deep exhale, with each thrust of penetration by Etienne, she felt more of herself liberated. Suddenly she was weightless, drifting upward, light and airy without the burden of her body.