Ed was also at the bursting point; his lust-inflated cock was about to explode with cum and in a split second he was there!
"Ah…ahh… ahhhhuuunnngghh!" he whimpered.
Spasm after spasm of hot seed spurted into Lorraine's trembling, gushing cunt. Ed drove himself into the young redhead in a way he had never done with his wife Marion; his eyes were glazed like a madman's as he triumphantly emptied himself into her nakedly climaxing pussy.
Lorraine received his piston-like strokes with thrashing abandon, her eyes staring wildly at the vision of demon lust that the mirror revealed. She felt her own cuntal juices flowing freely around Ed's insanely climaxing cock, and an aching tension and pleasure seemed to be released from her like magic. She was lost in a river of lust and desire.
"Ooooohhhhh… ahhhhhh…" she mewled, as little sparks spread to every part of her body.
Gradually Ed spent himself completely and he squeezed the last bubbling drops of his scalding liquid into her boiling pussy. Then he withdrew and sank into the soft furriness of the shag rug, completely exhausted.
Feeling equally drained, Lorraine sank down beside him, her red hair a brilliant contrast to the white rug, and let the cool air waft over her steaming flesh. In the back of her mind she knew instinctively that she had made another convert for the God of the Night Creatures, and the thought made her smile satanically.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ed and Marion barely spoke to each other than evening. Both of them were concentrating on their own clandestine involvement with the lurid cult of Vallus. Marion didn't even notice that Ed came home well past the usual dinner hour. They ate in silence. Later they watched television, pretending to be absorbed in the flickering images on the screen but both their heads were filled with the events of the day.
Marion vividly recalled the strange, erotic scenes that had taken place in the velvet-lined room with Raoul, and despite her initial revulsion at such apparent corruption and immorality, little by little she found herself submerging completely in the exciting new feelings he and Vallus had called up in her. She had never felt so powerful, so alive… she thought perhaps that was the beginning of her salvation through Vallus! Perhaps she was well on her way to becoming a better person! In any case, she couldn't take her mind off Raoul's slender, hard-muscled body, and his strange, piercing eyes. And the earring… with the dangling symbol…
Ed's body still trembled from the full impact of his wild afternoon with that exotic redheaded Lorraine. She had called up the most savage part of him, part of him he had barely known existed. He remembered vividly the feeling of his aching cock slamming brutally into her frothing, shuddering pussy, and he was dying to do it again. He wanted to feel that incredible sense of jungle abandon that had roared through his body like a jolting streak of lightning. Sitting in his easy chair, watching a comedy act on television, he could feel his penis already begin to stir at the merest memory of his incredible union with Lorraine.
He glanced at his blonde wife for a moment; she seemed totally absorbed in the shimmering screen and looked so sweet and vulnerable that he was overcome with guilt about his lewd infidelity. Perhaps, he thought, I should end this thing right here and now! But then, in a sudden flash, that strange symbol, the two-ringed dagger of Vallus, burned its image into his brain, and all remorse fled immediately. His mind conjured up the memory of the writhing, twisting body of Lorraine as she had stared obscenely at herself, flushed and passionate, in the long mirror; he yearned to fuck her again, to know that bucking demon excitement again as he had that afternoon.
"Well, I'm kind of tired," he said, rising from the chair and turning to conceal the pulsing bulge in his pants. "I'm going to turn in early."
"Okay," Marion said, still staring at the set. "I'll be in soon."
She listened as Ed shut the door to the bedroom. Then she let her mind wander freely over the events of the day. She remembered how it had felt to run her mouth over Raoul's hot genitals, and the screaming, blinding passion she had known under the shadow of that ancient Sumerian symbol. Hail Vallus… Hail Vallus… the words seemed to echo in her brain like a call to life! Whatever lingering guilt she might have had were swept away in the powerful words of the chant: Hail Vallus… Hail Vallus…
Much later, she switched off the television set and went quietly into the bedroom. Ed was sound asleep; she could tell from the heaviness of his breathing. In a few moments she had washed and slipped into her nightgown. Sighing, she lay down beside her husband in bed and soon she had drifted into sleep.
And then the dream began…
She was in a huge dark room, so huge she could barely see the walls or ceiling in the all-encompassing shadows. Suddenly, in the distance were two gleaming, glistening green eyes… the eyes of a cat. The eyes seemed to come closer and closer. Marion grew terrified, she turned, trying to run, but there seemed to be no way to escape the evil, flashing eyes that pursued her. She suddenly stopped and turned to confront her pursuer, but she saw that the eyes had now become a cat's head, a huge cat's head like the picture of Vallus she had seen. Now the head took a body as well, the body of a man. It was Vallus himself! The figure began to grow to staggering proportions, and his penis, pulsing erect, now seemed gargantuan as he towered above the terrified girl.
The God began to laugh – long, loud, demonic laughter, and as he did, he reached down and began to grasp and shake his mighty genitals. His gigantic tool became hard, thunderingly rigid and he leered at Marion, huddling terrified before him, as he stroked his massive cock. The laughter became so intense as to be almost unbearable and Marion turned to run again.
The cat-figure pursued her, like a monster; no matter how fast Marion ran the hideous apparition was right at her heels waving his mammoth ramrod at her obscenely, dripping cruel laughter from his lips. She began to scream… Help! HELP! HELP…! And suddenly Vallus reached down and grabbed her, pulling her high up in the air like a giant crane lifting her skyward. She screamed in shuddering terror.
"Marion! Marion!"
Someone was shaking her and calling her awake. It was Ed, her husband. Suddenly her eyes were open wide and she realized she had been in the grip of a horrible nightmare.
"Are you all right?" he asked. "You sounded like you were having a real bad dream."
"Oh," she said softly, embarrassed and still terrified, "I'm all right. It's just a silly nightmare. I'm fine. I think I ate too many pieces of pie for dessert. That's all."
"Okay," Ed said, kissing her lightly on the cheek. "Go to sleep now. We got to get up early tomorrow."
"All right," she whispered, and fell back onto her pillow. In a few moments they were both sound asleep. Marion had no further dreams that night.
The next morning, after Ed had left for work, Marion mused over her strange nightmare. The terror she had felt when she was being pursued seemed very real to her. Perhaps the dream was an omen, an omen to stay away from the cult of Vallus. Perhaps Ed had been right from the beginning, and the entire thing was a dangerous hoax. At first she had refused to admit Ed would be right, but now, after that bizarre encounter with Raoul, and the dream, she began to have serious doubts. Despite the exciting new passion she had come to know, Ed's young blonde wife now felt there was a danger lurking in this group that could mean serious trouble. She resolved, then and there, to have nothing further to do with them. The telephone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hello? Is this Marion Hill?" It was a woman's voice, deep and exotic.
"Yes… yes, it is."
"Oh, Marion, my dear… this is Alida."