This is another first at our new home. And throughout the wonderful glut of nursing that follows, and the warm paradise of a night spent in her arms and bed, fanatical love burns in my breast with a fierceness that challenges the perdition I still guiltily contrive to delay. Morning comes far too soon for me in this unlimited bliss. And when it does I learn that that perdition is not only still inexorably closing in, but is indeed only hours away. Goddess grinningly baptizes me. She hogties me back up, hangs me over the fire again and rekindles this. Then she rises to face me with a supremely devilish smile.
“Enjoy yet another taste of your imminent sacrifice, slave. I am convinced now that I have conceived. The blood would have come from me days ago otherwise. Thus my need for your seed
