"She was condemned by the Church, but it was the Church thatlater removed the charge and then canonized her. I think that that happened becauseshe was too big a hero to the French."
"I don't understand," Sybil said. "What was Vivienne or Joan, orwhatever she was, doing? Why would an Og try to save France from the English?"
"Maybe for herself. Who knows what she intended to do after shehad saved the nation for the French ruler? It's possible that she meant to takeover from him or perhaps to control France through him. She may even haveintended to drive the English out and then invade England and bring both nationsunder one ruler again. I didn't ask her what she and de Rais meant to do. ButI'll have a chance later on. Just now, I'm too stunned."
"Who was Gilles de Rais?"
"He was a Grand Marshal of France, one of the best warriors andgenerals theFrench had. He was also savagely sadistic, a psychotic homosexual whoabducted, tortured, mutilated, and sacrificed hundreds of little boys. Littlegirls, too, I think. A member of the royalty or the nobility could get away witha lot in those days, but he went too far. He was charged with witchcraft, ritual murder, and a number of other things, including sodomy, I think. He wasexecuted and quite properly, too. Few people have ever been so bestial. He madeJack the Ripper look like a gentle old fuddy-duddy."
Sybil shuddered but did not say anything. He got off the bed andundressed while she looked wide-eyed at him.
"Take your clothes off," he said. "Because I want to make love to you. Is that surprising?" "Yes, it is, after last night," she said. She started to unbutton her blouse and then stopped. "Aren't you supposed to save yourself for tonight?" "Here, I'll help you undress," he said. He began to unbutton her. "Yes, I am. But what they want and what I want do not necessarily
coincide.
Besides, if I'm dry, what can they do about it?" "Oh, no! You shouldn't do that!" "Whose side are you on?" "Well, yours, of course! But I don't want them to get mad at you,
Herald. Or at me."
"You can always tell them I made you," he said, grinning. "Inmore sense than one."
"I really shouldn't," she said, staring at his slightly swelled
cock. "Go ahead. Touch it." "I'm not an Og," Sybil replied. "But if you say so." He stripped her blouse and unhooked her bra and took it off. She
had full well-shaped breasts that had not yet begun to sag. He kissed thenipples and sawthem swell and then he sucked on both, one after the other. She stoodagainsthim, her back slightly arched, and moaned. She reached down andtenderly fondledthe shaft of his cock, which was expanding with his kissing and hercaressing. He kissed her breasts all over and then backed her towards the bed, where he eased her down. He removed her skirt and her panties, and moved inbetween her legs. The thick black fleece of her cunt was beginning to run; shehad alwaysoverlubricated. He licked along the slit, putting the tip of histongue inbetween the lips and running it up and down. Then he pressed the tipagainst theclitoris, ran it back and forth, and inserted two fingers into herslit and moved them slowly back and forth and then more swiftly. She camefinally with afierce deep groan and pulled on the hairs of his head.
After this, he came up from between her legs and slid on up byher. He pushed her head down towards his penis, which was sticking upstraight and hardand swollen.
The head, was purple, glistening, and the skin was stretched sotight itseemed about ready to burst. The blue veins stood out like unminedmineral under the reddish skin.
Sybil sucked on his testicles a while, one after the other, whileshe ran a finger partway up his anus. He moaned with the delight of the mouthand tongueand the finger. Then she ran her tongue lightly along the shaft ofhis peter, wet his pubic hairs with her tongue, and took the big head into herlips. Hertongue trembled on the slit of the glands, and her lips moved noisilywith their sucking. The edges of her teeth brushed against the tight tenderskin.
He blew into her mouth with a writhing of belly muscles and hipsand a feeling of flying apart.
Sybil continued to suck, having swallowed the fluid. She workedat him, occasionally stopping to murmur endearing words. His dong began torise again, and when it was fully rigid, he told her to lie down. He got down ontop of herand eased his prick into the slit until their pubic hairs werecrushing eachother. He lay there for some time, luxuriating in the warmth and themoisture and the tenderness. Her sphincter muscle squeezed on his cock, gentlyworkingit.
"I'm no superman, you know, Sybil," he said. "Once or twice anight, and I'mdone for, usually. But when I was at Igescu's that hog of a woman, Grasatchow, put a suppository up my rectum that acted as an aphrodisiac and anenergysource. And last night they gave me a drink that had the same effect. Maybe someof that effect is still with me, which is why I could get a hard-onso quicklyafter coming. Or maybe it's just because I've been so long withoutyou, andyou're my aphrodisiac. Anyway, I love you, and I intend to fuck all day." "I love you, too," Sybil panted. "Do you want to move now, Herald?"
He began to thrust, slowly at first and then more swiftly as hefelt the tide in him increasing its forward swings. He came with a moan at thesame time that she screamed with ecstasy. Tears rolled down her face onto thepillow.
His speculation that the drug he had taken was still affectinghim was probably true. He lost some rigidity after the shooting out of hissperm, but hekept his peter in her, and within a minute or two it was rigid andapparentlyready to tap on new reserves.
However, this time, the gray liquid in him would not rise sosoon. He hammered her for what seemed like fifteen minutes and though theecstasy builtup, he could not come. Sybil was having one orgasm after another. Hereyes wereopen and her hands were flung out and she was rolling her head backand forth and groaning and weeping.
Suddenly, she gave a scream and seemed to fall unconscious. Hewas not worried, since she had behaved like this frequently. When she had anespeciallyexquisite orgasm, she would faint.
But the white body beneath him became reddish. The smooth butwet-slipperyskin was covered with hairs as red as an Irish setter's and as wet as if it had just climbed out of the water. The face became elongated and snouted, the longhead hairs shrank to a bristle, the eyes shifted towards the side ofthe head, the small and delicate ears became large hairy pointed organs.
The long-fingered well-manicured hands became paws with blunthooked nails. The legs on his shoulders became hairy, and a big hard penis wasagainst hisbody. It was spurting jism over his belly and down onto his own cock, which was buried to the hairs in the hairy anus of the creature.
It was too late for him to stop. He had been just on the verge ofejaculating as the metamorphosis took place. Moreover, he hadsuspected thatthis thing was not Sybil. She had been too blase about the change ofshape ofPlugger, too calm about what was happening, and too eager to fuckhim. Sybilmight have wanted to fuck him, but she would have been too afraid ofemptyinghim and so making their captors angry. This thing should have beenafraid of that, too, and probably had been, but it could not resist thetemptation to getthe power and the glory of the Captain's cock all to herself.
That had been the thing's undoing. It had become overwhelmed andhad lost control. Apparently, it still was not aware of this.