Into the Shadows:
The Coming Dark (c)
Chapter Eight
By Fiction Writer #13
(paranormal, M/F)

It took some time before Steven and Mary were able to get Bethany 
to stop crying.  They held her close, rocking her trembling body 
between them, shushing her tears away, until her breathing returned 
to normal.

"They were so nice to me..." Beth broke the uncomfortable silence, 
"... and He took them away..."

"Bethany," Mary piped up; afraid that another round of tears was 
about to erupt, "you don't have to tell us if it's too hard for you.  If and 
when you are ready, your dad and I will be here for you."

"No... I have to tell.  If I don't..." she left the thought hanging for a 
moment. "If I don't tell you, you won't know what could happen if you 
disobey Him.

"Back then He wasn't strong, just a whisper in my head.  So he 
waited until He got stronger.  During the time I lived with the Schafer's 
he was quiet as a mouse, until I wanted to learn about sex stuff, then 
he wouldn't shut up.

"After that first night, Sam and I would play with Martin while he slept 
almost every night," Beth shyly smiled again, "and we played with 
each other.  But I never put Martin's thing in my cunny.  Sam said that 
I was still too young, that it might hurt too much if I tried it, so she told 
me to wait until I was older.  He didn't like that very much.  He wanted 
me to do it; kept telling me that Sam was lying to me, that she was 
saving it all for herself and didn't want to share.

"It took me a while before I realized that the voice in my head wasn't 
my own.  I knew that Sam wouldn't lie to me; I knew she only wanted 
to make me feel good, but he kept telling me that she was hiding 
things from me.

"Sometimes he would keep me up all night long.  Telling me how 
good it would feel to have Martin's stiffy sticking way up into my belly.  
He stopped being nice when I told him that I wouldn't do it.  I kept 
telling him what Sam had told me, about it hurting because I was too 
little, but He didn't want to hear it.  He yelled at me, called me horrible 
names and said I was worthless and that nobody wanted me and 
that's why the Schafer's would never adopt me.  He made me cry a 
lot.

"One night I got so upset that I threatened to tell on him.  He just 
laughed.  He laughed so hard that it hurt my head.  He told me that if 
I told... that he would take the Schafer's away... far away... and that 
they would be in pain forever and ever."

The trio shivered together as the temperature dropped even lower in 
the living room, steam escaping with every exhaled breath.  Steven 
reached to pull the duvet back over them, in doing so he noticed how 
much darker the room had become.

"Sam told me that if I ever had a problem that I could come to her.  
She always made me feel safe, and always listened to anything that I 
asked about, so when he didn't stop I had to tell her.

"She listened to every word, held me tight and told me not to worry.  
She said that he was probably just my mind's way of dealing with 
everything that had happened to me, and the new feelings that we 
had been sharing together.  I could tell that she didn't believe me 
when I told her that he was real, that he was the one who had hurt 
me and killed my parents.

"After I told on him things started to get strange.  Weird people 
started showing up at the house, sometimes at my school.  They 
looked like everybody else, but they just seemed different for some 
reason.  I didn't like them, and neither did Sam and Martin.

"One day I heard some fighting and when I came downstairs Martin 
was pushing some guy out the front door.  He was one of the creepy 
people who had been following us around.  When the guy saw me he 
stopped fighting with Martin, smiled at me, and then just left.  Martin 
said that he was some pushy salesman who wouldn't take no for an 
answer, but I knew better, he was coming for me.

"I tried to warn Martin and Sam, I tried to tell them that those people 
were mean and would try to hurt us, but they wouldn't listen.  That 
night, when everyone was sleeping, He told me that I was going to be 
his wife.  That he was going to enjoy using me for his pleasure.  He 
was going to enjoy hurting me.  But first he was going to show me 
what would happen if I ever defied him again." Bethany started to cry, 
her tears warming her rosy cheeks.

"He told me to call out to Sam and Martin.  When I didn't, he 
screamed and screamed.  It... It hurt so bad... I couldn't help it.  I 
called them to help me...

"When they... they came into my room to help, He took us away.  He 
took us to the dark place.  Sam and Martin looked... so... scared... 
and... he... just kept laughing at them.  He told them... that it was all 
my fault that they were there.  He told them that I didn't love them 
anymore.  I tried to tell them that he was lying, but it was too late.   
They tumbled away from me, away from each other... and 
disappeared into the dark."

Bethany buried her head into Mary's shoulder, shaking and sobbing. 
"He took them away... and he's nothing but a liar!"

Bethany's tiny voice began to sing. "Liar, liar, pants on fire!  Liar, liar, 
pants on fire..."

A low rumble passed through the floor, rattling the windows and 
causing the hanging pictures to tilt.

"... Liar, Liar, pants on fire... "  She continued singing in a childish 
sing song voice, ignoring the growing quake.

"Bethany... Sweetie, you have to stop." Mary tried to get her 
daughter's attention, but her eyes seemed to be fixed somewhere far 
away.

The house shook violently, pictures on the mantle falling over like 
dominoes.  Beth continued her song, singing louder to compensate 
for the noises of household items tumbling from their perches.

"Bethany, please!" Mary tried again as one of the hanging pictures fell 
to the floor with a crash.

"Liar, liar, pants on fire!"

"Bethany, stop it!" Steven shook his daughter's shoulders, snapping 
her out of her tune. "He's going to bring the whole house down if you 
keep that up."

"Sorry Daddy, I... I got carried away." She cast her eyes downward as 
the home settled back into peaceful silence. "He just makes me so 
mad.  He didn't have to take Sam and Martin.  He lied to me.  He told 
me it was all my fault.  That if I hadn't told them about him they would 
still be alive.  He lied to them; he said I didn't love them anymore.

"His people made the mistake, not me.  The day after the birthday 
party my parents had for me, his people were supposed to come and 
get me.  The police beat them to it and they couldn't find me, they 
were the ones who lost me.  All the Schafer's did was love me; it 
wasn't their fault and it wasn't mine either!

"He would never have let them live, no matter what I did.  As soon as 
His people found me, the Schafer's were going to be taken away."

The Johnson's once again found themselves holding their heart 
broken little girl between them in a comforting embrace.  They 
remembered their own experience in the dark void the night before; 
the complete feeling of helplessness, the confusion, the absolute 
terror of drifting in that darkness.  Just thinking of being lost there, 
forgotten, alone, abandoned in that limbo, chilled their blood to ice.

"When He brought me back, the house wasn't empty.  His people 
were already waiting for me.  None of them talked to me.  They just 
took me away and brought me to another place, far away from Joyzy.   
They kept me locked up in the basement the whole time I was there.  
The only times I ever saw anyone was when they brought me food or 
a change of clothes.

"Then one day they came and got me, made me take a bath, fixed 
my hair up, dressed me pretty and took lot's of pictures.  You guys 
have them on your puter', you showed them to me after you brought 
me home."

Mary's stunned eyes met her husband's.  Those pictures had been 
sent to her from the agency two months before they had adopted 
Bethany.

"The next thing I knew, they brought me to meet you.  Before they let 
me talk to you, they told me not to tell you anything about what had 
happened.  They said that if I did, they would hurt me really bad, and 
take you to that dark place that the Schafer's had been taken to.  
They made me promise not to tell.

"The whole time, all the way up until now, he kept telling me things in 
my head.  He's always talking about stuff; stuff that he wants to do to 
me when we're married, stuff that he wants me to do for him until 
then, things that he's going to do to the world once he's here.  Scary 
stuff.

"When... when Tommy heard me talking to him... he wanted me to... 
to do sex stuff with you.  He really wants me to try putting a stiffy up 
inside of me, wants me to make it squirt the white stuff while it's in 
me.  He says it's important... that all good girls do it.

"I didn't believe him; I'd heard too many lies to believe him.  He 
threatened to hurt me if I didn't do what he told me.  He reminded me 
about what happened to the Schafer's and threatened to do the same 
to all of you.

"When you took me to Dr. Sheila I was scared.  She kept asking me 
all kinds of questions that I knew I couldn't answer, not if I wanted to 
keep you all safe from him, but she kept on asking and asking me.  
Last week, when she made me all sleepy, I tried not to answer her, I 
really did!  But when she made me do the sleepy game, for some 
reason I couldn't help myself.  She even made me do drawings for 
you to see.

"The whole time he was yelling at me.  He said if I didn't keep my 
mouth shut that he was going to send all of you into the dark place 
forever.  I begged him not to, I said I would do all the things he asked 
me to do, if he would just leave you alone, but he wouldn't listen.

"He hurt my head until I called all of you into my room... and... and... 
then he took you all away to the dark place.  He made me watch as 
each of you fell into the nothing and disappeared.  I thought you were 
all dead... and I wanted to die too.

"I felt so helpless, so alone.  There was nothing I could do to stop 
him.  He was just going to keep on hurting me and taking away 
everyone that I loved.  I wanted it all to end... everything... I wanted 
all the pain and sadness to stop forever... I... I wanted to kill myself.

"That's what saved you, you know.  I was so ready to do it... to take 
away all of my pain.  He felt it.  He knew that I was going to do it the 
first chance I got.  He panicked and jumped all the way into my head 
to see how serious I was.  The only way he could stop me was to 
bring you all back.  Even though He didn't want to, we made a deal.  I 
wouldn't kill myself, if you were all kept safe.  He made you all 
wessels, did I say that right?"

"Vessels," Steven answered, kissing her softly on the forehead.

"Vessels, that's what he made you.  I'm not sure what that word 
means exactly, but He promised that you won't be hurt or taken away 
from me ever again.  That's the only thing that I've ever believed him 
say.  He knows what I'll do to myself if the promise is ever broken.

"Not only that, but now I know all of his secrets, and he's afraid that 
I'll tell them to you.  He doesn't like being afraid.  He's just a big 
scaredy cat... aren't you?"

Bethany looked around the darkened room. "I know you're there... 
why not come out and say hi, huh?  Why are you hiding?  Is it 
because you are afraid of what I might say?  Or is it because you 
can't?  You can't, can you?  You're stuck right where you are... 
trapped in the dark; all alone.  Without me, you'll be stuck there 
forever and ever.  So you'd better be nice from now on."

Steven followed Bethany's blank gaze into the darkest corner of the 
room.  He watched in amazement, as that darkness seemed to 
deepen.  It was as if the darkness wasn't just an absence of light, but 
a hole into another world, a world that he had seen before during the 
horrors of the previous evening.

Though the lights still blazed behind the lampshades, the shadows 
seemed to have grown larger.  Areas of the room that had been 
visible just moments before were now shrouded in inky darkness; a 
darkness that stretched and crawled, filling any space not directly 
illuminated by artificial light.  The effect reminded him of time lapse 
photography, shadows cast by the sun sweeping and lengthening as 
it passed overhead at unnaturally high speeds.

"Steven?" The motions of the dark had caught Mary's attention as 
well.  Her eyes followed a shadow cast by a vase of flowers as it 
crawled towards them.  Fearing its touch she lifted her foot from the 
carpet below.

Bethany seemed not to notice the creeping darkness that snaked and 
slithered around them.  She remained calm as her frightened parents 
squirmed this way and that, dodging the encroaching darkness.

Her eyes were closed to their snake-like animation.  The softness of 
her face changed from that of a grief long held in, to the biting 
sharpness of anger.  Her teeth ground together loudly as her skin 
began to burn red with rage.

"Stop it," she growled low in her throat.  A shudder ran through the 
darkness, but still the shadows moved, seeming to hear her but 
ignoring the command.  They swelled and grew, distorting from their 
original shapes.

"Stop it!" A little louder, her anger rising.  The darkness became 
agitated; its slow progression throughout the room changing into a 
frenzy of motion.  The wispy tendrils rose up into the air like smoke, 
diving, swirling and knotting themselves into a curtain of night.

"STOP IT!" Her rage filled outburst shook the night.  The light in the 
room flared brightly as if the sun had just risen, bringing the room 
back up to full luminance.  With the light came a wave of sudden 
warmth, like stepping out of an air-conditioned building into the 
blazing heat of summer.

The sudden rush of heated air took Mary and Steven's breathe from 
their lungs and whipped their hair into a frenzy.  The darkness 
shrieked in pain as it was torn to shreds by the light and the heat.  
The living shadows retreated from Bethany in all directions, crawling 
back to the places from which they had originated.  Tatters of 
darkness, torn away before they could retreat, were left to dissolve on 
the carpet, twitching.

As quickly as the assault had started, it was over.  The room chilled 
again, but not quite as cold as before.  Their hair fell back into 
normalcy as the wind left and gravity once again took back control.  
They could breathe, and they did so in short, sharp gasps.

Bethany eyes were open again, a small smile gracing her lips. "He's 
trying to scare you... don't let him... it makes him stronger."

"Bethany..." Mary gasped, "How... how did you do that?"

Bethany smiled at her mommy. "He made a mistake."

Mary looked into her green eyes, trying to find meaning in Beth's 
mysterious words.  Finding none, she opened her mouth to ask but 
Beth beat her to it.

"He got in my head all the way, to see all of my thoughts, to make 
sure that I was serious about killing myself.  When he came in I went 
out... into his head.  That's how I know all of his secrets.  That's why 
he gets so mad when I talk about him.  He doesn't want me to tell 
you.  He doesn't want people to know that he's nothing but a liar." 
She smiled, showing her pearly white teeth in a sharks grin.

Mary turned Bethany to face her. "I... I don't understand.  Can he hurt 
us or not?"

"Yes and no." Beth scrunched up her face while trying to find the right 
words.

"He can't reach out and hurt you, or take you back into the dark 
place, but if he wants to, he can push you into doing things.  Like 
what he did to Tommy, you know, pushing him into fighting.  Like 
what he did... to you... with the sexy feelings.  It's not just sex stuff or 
fighting, but anything that you feel.  Even if it's just a little bit of a 
feeling, he can make you want to do it.  So you have to be careful, or 
he could make you do bad things."

"Sweetie," it was Steven's turn to ask something now, something that 
he didn't think he wanted to know but still had to ask, "When we did 
the sex stuff, we didn't hurt you or force you, did we?"

Bethany heard the fear in her father's voice, she could feel him 
shaking, waiting for her answer.

"No Daddy, I wanted you and Mommy to touch me and make me feel 
nice.  I miss what I used to do with Sam and Martin; I wanted to play 
with you like that.  I don't think you would have, though, if he didn't 
want you to as well.  I knew he was helping, but I didn't want you to 
stop.  It felt really nice."

Bethany smiled at Steven before moving up onto her knees and 
placing a tender kiss on his lips. "I never got to be with Martin while 
he was awake, that was fun.  I love both of you so much."

"We love you too pumpkin," Steve replied.

"Oh my!" Mary broke the moment. "Look at the time!  We've got to get 
you to bed, little one." The clock showed that it was well past 
midnight.

"Do you want to sleep in the bed with us tonight?" Steven asked, not 
as an invitation for more sexual exploring, but out of concern for the 
little girl who had suffered through her long tale of pain and sorrow.

"No... I think I can sleep in my own bed tonight."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Daddy, I'll be okay.  Now that I know he won't hurt you, I don't 
think I'll have any problems getting to sleep."

Her triumphant little smile warmed her parent's hearts.  For the first 
time all evening, they felt safe in their own home.  Steven picked up 
his little girl and carried her upstairs with Mary following at his side, 
giving Bethany butterfly kisses all along the way.

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After putting Bethany to bed Mary and Steven returned to their own 
bedroom.

"Can you believe this?" Mary asked as she closed the door behind 
her.

"I can't even begin to wrap my head around it." Steven sat down hard 
on the bed, facing away from Mary, staring off into the night beyond 
the window. "Yesterday... we were just living our lives as we had 
always done, and now..."

"And now?" Mary asked.

"Now... now we know that nothing, not a damn thing we were ever 
taught or believed in, is true." Steven lowered his eyes to the floor. 
"Do you think... do you think he's the Devil?"

Mary crawled over the bed to her husband's back.  She spread her 
legs to either side of his hips and wrapped her arms around him, 
hugging him from behind. "I don't know... I don't know what I think 
anymore.  It's so..."

"Unbelievable?" Steven finished for her.

"Yeah..." Mary rested her chin on Steven's shoulder. "I don't think 
he's the Devil, though, at least not what I pictured as the Devil.  
Maybe he's something else."

"But you think he's real, right?  I mean, I'm not just losing my mind, 
right?  You believe all of this too?"

"Yeah... I believe it too." Mary paused for a bit, letting everything she 
had experienced over that last twenty-four hours sink in.

"Maybe we're both going nuts.  Look at what we did with Bethany.  
We never would have done anything like that if he didn't exist, right?"

Steve didn't answer.

"Right?" Mary asked again, a little worried that he hadn't answered 
quickly enough to wash away the shame she felt over what they had 
done.

"I... I don't know," he began, sobbing quietly.

"Steven?"

"I... I had thought about it before, about touching her, but I... Oh, God!  
What have I done?"

Mary sat there, stunned by her husband's admission of having 
unfatherly feelings for their little girl.  For a moment anger swelled up 
inside her.  She wanted to choke him, she wanted to slap him, she 
wanted to beat the shit out of him for feeling that way about such a 
young girl.

Then the memory of Bethany's words haunted her. 'He can make you 
do things, things that you want to do, but normally wouldn't.'

She had been under the same spell as Steven.  Neither of them 
would have touched their daughter had it not been for that alien force, 
but that alien force would not have had any power, if they had not had 
the thought first.

She was just as guilty as Steven was; more so.  She had been the 
one to invite Bethany under their blanket, knowing full well that she 
would be touched inappropriately; knowing that she had wanted to 
touch her.

Mary's anger slipped, empathy for her husband's guilt easing it away.  
Though she would never have admitted it to herself, she too had 
found something alluring about the innocence of Bethany.

Some part of her wanted to be the one to share all of the secrets she 
had learned through a lifetime of mistakes and awkward moments, 
with Bethany.  She wanted to spare her the shames and guilt that she 
herself had suffered while learning the ways of sex.  That little 
thought, the tiniest of sparks of fantasy, one that flitted through her 
mind in the space of a nanosecond, had ignited the inferno which had 
burned away her soul.

If they were going to play the guilt game, she couldn't disqualify 
herself.  She was just as guilty of seeing Bethany in a sexual light as 
Steven was.

"Steven... I... I did too.  I mean, if I hadn't... then... then what 
happened tonight, wouldn't have.  So... I'm guilty of feeling that way 
too.  It's not just you.

"I love you."

It was exactly what Steven had needed to hear from his wife.  He was 
not alone.  He wasn't some sick pervert, well, maybe not sick, just a 
pervert, but so was his wife.

"Thank you." He got his sobs back under control. "Thank you for that, 
Mary.  It means a lot to me to hear that.  I love you so much."

Mary swung herself around so that she was now sitting in Steven's 
lap, facing his weary face.  Placing both hands on either side of his 
head, she tilted her own and kissed him deeply, warmly, with a 
tenderness they hadn't shared in a long time.

Steven returned her kiss with a passion that he had believed was 
long gone from their relationship.  His lips crushed against hers, his 
heart racing as if it were his first time kissing a girl.

Mary pulled herself slowly away from his hungry mouth.

"So," she breathed heavily, "what do we do now?"

Steven thought for a moment, trying to make some sense of 
everything he had seen and heard. "Well, first off... I think we need to 
get into contact with that adoption agency."

"The pictures..."

"Yeah, they have something to do with everything that's happening.  
Maybe we can get some answers from them.  I asked Bethany earlier 
if she knew what her last name was, but she said that she couldn't tell 
me because of him.  I guess it's one of those secrets that she knows 
but can't tell us."

"I think I might still have links to their website on the computer." Mary 
shifted in his lap. "I'll see what I can dig up."

"Okay, well, I have to go to the office tomorrow.  If I miss anymore 
work they're going to fire me, and I don't think that they'll believe me if 
I tell them our daughter is possessed." Steven felt his wife give a little 
laugh.

"No, I doubt they would."

"Will you be okay here while I'm gone?"

"Someone's got to get the kids off to school." She could see the 
genuine concern etched on his face. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

"Good," he smiled, "I'll call you every chance I get just to make sure."

Mary made a sour face. "Please don't do that, every time that the 
phone rings I'll think that something's wrong."

"Okay, I'll just call you at lunch."

"That's better." Mary got a devilish grin. "Besides, if you called me 
that many times, I'd barely have any time to have fun with the pool 
boy."

Grinning back at her, he chuckled, "It's almost winter, the pool's been 
closed for two months now."

Smiling even bigger, "I know."

"Oh, you cheeky little monkey!" Steven's hands grabbed his laughing 
wife and tossed her onto the bed before diving on top of her 
squirming body. "You're gonna pay for that one!"

"No!  Don't you dare!  Hee hee ha hee he!  Stop it!" Mary squealed as 
Steve's fingers sought out and found every ticklish spot on her body.

"Stop!" she pleaded while gasping for air. "Stop it... Ha heee he!... 
Sto... St... Stop.  Tickling.  Me!  Hee he he!"

"Do you surrender?" Steven asked, his fingers hovering just inches 
from her sides.

Mary's hands tightly gripped his wrist, though she had no strength left 
in her limbs to defend herself. "I surrender!  I surrender!"

"No more trysts with the pool boy?"

Mary didn't answer; instead another fit of giggles struck her.  Steven's 
fingers attacked once again, a flurry of finger dexterity eliciting even 
more gasps of forced laughter out of Mary.

"I surrender!  I surrender!"

"No more pool boy?"

"No more pool boy..." Mary continued to chuckle even though his 
fingers had ceased their torture.

The couple breathed heavily in the otherwise silent bedroom.  Their 
bodies, warm and sweaty in the mildly chilled space, pressed hard 
against each other.  Mary could feel his hardness swelling, pressing 
against her groin through the thin layers of their nightclothes.

"I love you," he whispered in her ear.

"I love you too," Mary replied as her hand snaked between their 
bodies to release his cock from the fly of his pants. "Oooooh... you're 
so much bigger than the pool boy is."

"Am I gonna hafta start tickling you again?" Steve asked as he felt 
her hand guiding him past her wet panties and into the grove of her 
sex.

"Shut up and fuck me, big boy." Mary hunched her hips upwards, 
penetrating herself with his swollen rod. 

"Mmmmm... I need it so bad."

Without another word Steven thrust himself deeply into her, burying 
his shaft full tilt into the warmth of her core.  He stayed there, 
marveling at the wonderful sensations coursing through his body.  It 
always amazed him how wonderful it felt to have his prick inside her.  
She was like a matching puzzle piece to him, they fit so well together.

Mary's hands flew to his back, scratching and clawing at him, trying to 
urge him into motion. "Don't tease me!" she cried out to him.

Steven answered her by pulling himself almost all the way out of her 
clenching vagina, before slamming all the way back in.  Long slow 
strokes out, deep and hard in.

"Yes!  Yes!  That's it!  Oh!  OH!  Fuck me hard Steven!"

Her finger nails continued to dig into the flesh of his back through his 
shirt.  In some places she drew blood, but Steve felt none of it.  He 
was concentrating too hard on the glories of fucking.

"OH!  OH!  OH!  OH GOD!" Mary chanted in time with his strokes.

With each deep thrust he could feel the kiss of her cervix against the 
head of his cock.  He knew he was giving her a fucking that she 
wouldn't soon forget.

"Harder!  OH!  OH!  OH FUCK!  DO IT!  YES!"

Sweat dripped from Steven's face, a constant drizzle falling on his 
moaning wife below him.  Harder, faster, deeper, he urged himself 
on.

"YES! YES! YES! OH FUCK ME! OH GOD! YES!"

Mary lifted her hips to meet each of his thrust, his pubic bone 
slamming into her clit with hard slaps.  Any other time the pain of this 
abuse would have killed her, but tonight, with his cock filling her in 
ways she never thought possible, tonight she only felt pleasure.  
Incredible waves of seemingly infinite bliss crashed over her from 
head to toe.

When she opened her eyes she could almost see what she was 
feeling.  Colors!  Beautiful colors swirled around her in every 
direction.  They were indescribable.  Shades and hues she had never 
seen in her life!  Oh, how they moved and danced!  They were 
dancing, dancing in time with her pleasure!

"OH!  SO BEAUTIFUL!  OH!"

Steven didn't see the colors that Mary was seeing.  His pleasure had 
given him tunnel vision.  All he could see were her eyes, her 
gorgeous hazel eyes.  They were sparkling!  He watched, 
dumbfounded, as what looked like tiny motes of fire moved within 
them.  It was mesmerizing, but not distracting enough for him to hold 
back the pressure that was building deep inside his groin.

"Oh fuck!  Oh God Mary!  I'm going... to cum in you baby!"

"OH, YES!  YES, DO IT STEVEN!  CUM IN ME!  IT'S SO 
BEAUTIFUL!"

"Here it is!  Oh fuck!  Ah!  AH!  AHHHHHH!" Steven's world went red, 
then white, and then black as his seed rushed out from his 
hammering tool.  Ripples of euphoria rolled over him, and in that 
singular moment, he glimpsed the wonders that Mary had been 
seeing.

"WOW!" It was the only word that he could bring to mind to cry out in 
the middle of his orgasmic bliss as he watched the lights dance in 
Mary's eyes.

Below him Mary wrapped her long legs around his waist and drew 
him deeply into her, making sure that every blast of cum remained 
inside of her body.  She felt each and every spurt, and more than 
that, the colors, the little dancing lights, increased in intensity and 
beauty as each drop spilled into her body.  When the last of Steven's 
sperm entered her, the lights came at her from every direction.  They 
entered her body in a dozen different places, each penetration 
generating an orgasm so strong that she believed she would surely 
die from the pleasure.

Steven watched as her eyes rolled up into her head until only the 
whites showed, the tiny fires hidden from his gaze.  Her body 
shuddered beneath him, her cunt sucked on his wilting cock, milking 
every drop of jism out of his balls.  Finally his strength left him and he 
collapsed on top of her.

"Did you see?" Mary asked him in a hushed whisper some time later.

"Did I see what?" he mumbled.

"I think... I think that I saw God.  It was so beautiful..."

Steven lifted his head up to look at his wife.  She was crying, but not 
tears of sorrow.  Her dreamy eyes fixed upon his, her smile the 
happiest he'd ever seen her wear.

"I love you Steven Johnson."

"I love you Mary, and I always will."

They kissed softly before sleep finally claimed them both.  Their 
dreams filled with visions of laughter and love, of happiness and joy, 
of dancing lights and the little girl with green eyes.



Continued in Chapter Nine....


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