Swiftcurrent Creek your heart [m]

“”

The girl chanted her acceptance, firing the harsh battering of her delicate form with His bestial lust, the sweet sound of her lips wrapped 'round His name provoking a hoarse moan from the bloodstained lips, who give her flesh reprieve momentarily. He was the God, the Dark One, the Demon Bear; He vented himself upon her savagely and without mercy, until at last His body tightened and Sos granted Clarice the divine rush of His dark seed, gritting out the last syllables of her name into her mussed fur.

It was then that the Dark One receded, sated for the time being, and it was only Lecter within the tortured mind, the pale witch bonded to his beloved child with the clasp known only to lovers, and he gasped in panic and terror and guilt, but fought the overwhelming urge to tear from her. His body shook with the residual waves of his God's climax, but also with the fearful hatred of himself that had begun to mount inside his head.

In time, they were parted, and Lecter moved swiftly away from Clarice, choking on the vile scent of their union, the smell of her virginal blood, hot tears stinging his eyes and his legs suddenly weakening, unable to hold him.