Slowly He Crept

 

Slowly he crept out of his coffin.  Slowly he walked into her heart.  Slowly he started to build a boat.  Slowly he opened his eyes and saw her beautiful face framed by pale hair. Slowly he kissed her feet and ankles.  Slowly he began to push her ass up the bed.  Slowly he made his way up.  Slowly he walked in.  Slowly he reached up.  Slowly he approached.  Slowly he caught his breath.  Slowly he worked one finger into her.  Slowly he stood up.  Slowly he moved forward and the water rose up higher around him.  Slowly he sank to the bottom of the sea.  Slowly he made his way towards it, moving between the tables, quickening his pace as he neared it.  Slowly he walked to the end of the bar.  Slowly he stepped away.  Slowly he opened his crusted eyes. Slowly he rose, stretching with a long yawn. Slowly he turned to the children.  Slowly he stepped to a table on the left side of the room.  Slowly he removed the lid and for the first time since he made the box looked inside.  Slowly he drifted into sleep.  Slowly he opened his eyes and looked down at his hand. Slowly he began to shake his head back and forth as ice-cold tears slid down his face.  Slowly he touched the button.  Slowly he squeezed, forcing another gasp from her lips.  Slowly he regained a measure of awareness.  Slowly he bent his will on them.  Slowly he learned to block the signal from his stomach.  Slowly he learned this pattern.  Slowly he began to climb the chain link fence that formed the perimeter.  Slowly he moved through the mud.  Slowly he curled the droplet into his mouth.  Slowly he turned around to look at me, and again feigned surprise. Slowly he worked himself deeper into her.  Slowly he took her to the heights--long slow thrusts as her nails lightly raked his back.  Slowly he walked to center stage.  Slowly he raised the hand clasping the handkerchief high above his head.  Slowly he let it pulse from his throat.  Slowly he took his sunglasses off.  Slowly he ticked off their names. Slowly he bent down and kissed her shoulder.  Slowly he opened his eyes once more. Slowly he turned to face whatever it was.  Slowly he unbuttoned the satin-covered buttons of her thigh-length nightie.  Slowly he set down the glass.  Slowly he took out the fifty dollars and handed it over, then even more slowly he took off his jacket, gave it one last look then handed that over too.  Slowly he let his mind drift above the frantic burger-order barking. Slowly he withdrew it from the steaming golden tangle. Slowly he untied the cord that bound his thick black hair. Slowly he knelt, steadied her hipbones with his hands and gently kissed her stomach.  Slowly he shook his head and his vision began to clear up.  Slowly he teased her hard knot of muscle with tasty tongue, soft sighs, melting moans, and quiet questions.  Slowly he worked in and out, warming and opening her.  Slowly he rose from the dark, stormy waters.  Slowly he pulled himself out of his earthen bed.  Slowly he turned in a counter-clockwise direction.  Slowly he showed me.  Slowly he raised his weapon.  Slowly he stepped back and addressed the king.  Slowly he dissolved. Slowly he forgot who he was as he sunk into the noisy chorus below him.  Slowly he approached it.  Slowly he eased that portal open. Slowly he pressed into that tight warmth.  Slowly he filled her to her depths.  Slowly he placed the pen down and closed the journal.  Slowly he began to realize that all of Ariane's cloying love and care and financial support were the things eroding his ability to paint.  Slowly he then turned.   Slowly he got off the bar stool and announced: "No one does that to a friend of Thanos of Titan."  Slowly he draped his arm around me.  Slowly he pulled my face towards him.  Slowly he began to grow.  Slowly he opened his eyes upon the same room only this time sitting with Mephisto was a fem.  Slowly he got bigger roles and movies.  Slowly he came back to his form.  Slowly he drove the demon back and slowly he took the advantage.  Slowly he slid the blouse and skirt from her body.  Slowly he pushed two fingers deep within her velvet clutch of wetness.  Slowly he sat up.  Slowly he got his ears back into position.  Slowly he raised one hind leg and began "playing the cello".  Slowly he dusted himself off and hobbled over to a ruined wall.  Slowly he glanced around the edge and spied an all too familiar figure.  Slowly he looked down at Kate and then began to speak: "I am not going to stand here and pretend that what I did, back then, never happened."  Slowly he dipped his cock inside her. Slowly he opened his eyes.  "...Jesus Christ!" he said and flopped back.  Slowly he began to piece together the previous evening. Slowly he sought a way to convince her that he was telling the truth and to be released from the prison he was in so that he could continue his search for his brother. Slowly he kissed up her calf, twisting his head to lick the back of her knee.  Slowly he started.  Slowly he crawled out of bed.  Slowly he looked up. Slowly he bent his head to her parted mouth to feast on the sweetness within.  Slowly he covered her body with his own.  Slowly he pushed forward as her pussy stretched even further open.  Slowly he walked with legs cold like steel. Slowly he approached the large table where five people sat, playing a card game.  Slowly he began to get tired.  Slowly he turned and left the raised area, cape trailing behind him. Slowly he opened his lips and slowly he spoke.  Slowly he approached the open door of the truck, glancing nervously to left and right.  Slowly he pulled himself up.  Slowly he shook his head.  Slowly he tried to back out of the doorway without seeming to pull away from her.  Slowly he opened his mouth to speak, but was unable to because of the horse bit between his jaws.  Slowly he released the bars and his body floated away from the bike.  Slowly he watched it grow thinner.  Slowly he lifted his hand.  Slowly he divested himself of his other garments.  Slowly he pushed his finger deeper, down to the knuckle and then, just as slowly, he pulled his finger out.  Slowly he reached into the inside of his blazer pocket and felt there just to make sure.  Slowly he walked up to the entrance of the garden and spied Chris there.  Slowly he lowered his head.  Slowly he began wiping the oily residue from between his fingers.  Slowly he counted... one... two....  Slowly he made his way towards her.  Slowly he sank to the grass next to her.  Slowly he kissed his way the length of each finger.  Slowly he took out a bunch of keys.  Slowly he moved his fingers closer.  Slowly he brought his lips down on hers.  Slowly he removed the dildo.  Slowly he removed his own snow-dampened uniform.  Slowly he raised his hand to her soft cheek and she turned slightly.  Slowly he let himself float deeper into the realms of slumber.  Slowly he browsed the titles.  Slowly he started to feel angry. Slowly he stalked away, and he left only his shadow and the blank disbelieving silence in the festal hall on that cold silent Lerosian winter night. Slowly he allowed himself to venture into the world of his younger sister.  Slowly he was learning to fly light aircraft.  Slowly he turned away from the pillar.  Slowly he began to realize that he was likely not outside at all. Slowly he walked around the second floor but saw no signs of his visitor.  Slowly he descended to the stream that separated his land from Miss Agatha's.  Slowly he stroked her, kissed her, and soothed away her fears.  Slowly he went through the twelve steps.  Slowly he slid within, feeling the tightness and heat surround him.  Slowly he began focus on what was happening on the street.  Slowly he watched the scene collapse into depravity and, ultimately, death. Slowly he staggered to his feet.  Slowly he lost his vocabulary.  Slowly he slid his hands down her arms. Slowly he started to stroke the sensitive tissue, softly at first and then with more pressure.  Slowly he moved his hand again, even closer to her panties.  Slowly he reached under his arm, prodded and winced.  Slowly he got the Indian effort going.  Slowly he moved down her body.  Slowly he saw her soften into something pliable.  Slowly he blinked and tried to focus. Slowly he coaxed the elf into the unknown.  Slowly he began to laugh.  Slowly he entered her, her cry muffled by the pressure of his lips.  Slowly he erased the whiteboard and wrote, "methods of empowerment".  Slowly he realized that in order to improve himself he had to make his work more rigorous and methodical.  Slowly he began to walk toward you. Slowly he became one with you. Slowly he got up, brushed his coat and looked up.  Slowly he got to his feet and found his helmet being rendered useless.  Slowly he withdrew this one, which lit up as well, but in a warm orange hue.  Slowly he smiled and shook his head.  Slowly, tantalizingly slowly, he undid her bra, letting her breasts fall free.  Slowly he started to change his tactics.  Slowly he said, "There's only one kagetsukai, one master of shadows, in Ju-Oh-Cho."  Slowly he forced them open and made his breathing slow, using the control he had learned during long years of illness and isolation.  Slowly he turned and left the office building, glad to be free of its uninteresting inhabitants.  Slowly he walked with his long slender staff. Slowly he started to dance and rock his head around his shoulders.  Slowly he opened the creaking door whereupon, right there before his very eyes lay the sleeping princess.  Slowly he opened his eyes, looked down at his hand, and saw that he was holding something that was white.  Slowly he plotted his revenge. Slowly he lowered his sneaker, shoelaces dangling, onto the inside door handle.  Slowly he opened his eyes, and in a faint voice asked: "Where--am--I?" Slowly he stretched each part of his body, checking for missing parts.  Slowly he rowed across the smooth gray waters of the river as the sun slowly set.  Slowly he forgot what he was after. Slowly he lifted his dirigible girth out of the chair and wobbled like a bowl of Jell-O over to the closet.  Slowly he became aware of cutting sensations in his arms and legs.  Slowly he exhaled onto his mates' sheaths his warm moist breath.  Slowly he drew one cock head into his mouth and began to suckle it lightly.  Slowly he approached my desk.  Slowly he nodded acceptance of his fate.  Slowly he turned around.  Slowly he placed the hand upon the old table and again said his chant.  Slowly he was able to straighten himself out, losing his humped-back look.  Slowly he moved forward.  Slowly he cleared his throat. Slowly he trickled the cranberries over her stomach.  Slowly he pressed it just inside her.  Slowly he tired out, then just gave up.  Slowly he looked at the boy.  Slowly he turned over and crept under the covers.  Slowly he slid a finger into JC, his body aching with eagerness.  Slowly he nodded.  Slowly he rose.  Slowly he felt the mud drying on his face, forming a mummy's mask.  Slowly he made his way through the deserted streets to the pool.  Slowly he entered Nze Ahunanya's living room.  Slowly he opened his mouth and allowed her to feed him the berries, which he now recognized.  Slowly he lay on top of her and guided his cock inside her tight virgin pussy.  Slowly he inched his way up the rock until he had reached the top.  Slowly he became more confident in his claws.  Slowly he moved through the land, freeing humans from enslavement.

 

 

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