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Looking into Laura’s dark soulful eyes and heavy eyelids, he caressed his hand against her cheek and she looked upon him adoringly.  Her half-open mouth pouted, she took his finger, and sucked on it seductively.  Brimmed with lust before his eyes, Harry smiled as the epilogue to Chapter Thirty-Six approached.

One look at Harry and he admired the dancer’s moonstruck expression.  Caught in his web, her seething energy blended with his own.  Rifling through her thoughts, he stole them with the stealth of a cat burglar.  Her eyes widened and her more provocative swagger confirmed her compliance. 

Harry sipped at his brandy; he knew the time, the place, and what they would be doing.  It would be the perfect ending.

Staring back at them, the cage dancer caught the chop on the breakbeat and posed.  Feet apart and upright through her sculpted legs and flanks, she threw her hip to one side.  Holding her black corseted waist, Harry admired her insolence as she swayed to the rhythm.  He could feel her rebellious soul as she pirouetted inside the cage.  Standing bolt upright, she raised her arms high, and threw her head back.  Stretching her naked breasts over her torso, she surged with all the power of a thoroughbred. 

He could feel the subsonic power of the bass through his agitated body.  He raised his glass in a toast and the dancer pouted a kiss.  His intuition, the perverted conscience on his shoulder salved his mind.   

Curving her back, she pushed out her pert behind.  The plump gusset of shiny black latex stood defiantly between him and a more intimate knowledge with her body.  Spinning around, she pulled her body bolt upright.  Hands on hips, feet planted parallel to her broad shoulders - she pressed two fingers to her lips and kissed them.  Pointing straight at them, a shot rang out from cupid’s gun. 

In that moment, this triumvirate of minds agreed a union greater than the sum of its parts.  Laura squeezed his hand and he felt her approval too. 

The cage dancer bayed on her haunches and energetically fucked an invisible presence.  Harry smiled and she winked at them both.  Pulling on the latex gusset, she exposed the hairless cleft of her sex. 

Opening his gown, Harry revealed the tumult between his legs.  With a sly grin, the dancer mimed with an unclenched fist to her open lips.  Her tongue stabbed against the side of her mouth.  Harry wished for more and commanded it silently from Laura.  She slunk lower in her seat, delicately parted her toned thighs, and pulled the sheer gusset to one side.

The dancer grinned lasciviously and made her fingers into a V-shape in front of her mouth.  Pushing her pointed tongue through it, it snaked with all the vitality of an eel.  Harry knew what Laura would do in return.  She clutched at the spill of her breast and toyed with a long hard nipple.  With her other hand, Laura violated herself an act of auto-stimulation.

A ‘five’ gesture from the dancer’s hand signalled how long they would have to wait.

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After their perfunctory introductions, her name was Delilah, an overt and slightly detached creature.  In plain language intonated hypnotically, she explained from her podium she saw everything. 

Craving the attention of the most courageous, Delilah wanted playmates to join her in a place that would sate her lust. 

Piquing in her interest, Laura took her hand and they followed her to an anteroom.  Delilah moved with the elegant gait of an athlete.  Deceptively, the regular sized door opened to a square-sided cavern of a space.  In its middle stood four partition walls bolted into place and holed regularly at groin level. 

Its name was as functional as it was abrupt – the gloryhole room.

Through its door, a narrow alcove led to a larger square-sided interior.  Painted black and each wall punctured with smooth round holes, it exuded an air of menace for its occupants.  Its ambiance only added to its intent - servility to the penises pushed in through its holes.  It made the juxtaposition of a kitchen table chair in the corner even starker.  Its sturdy spindles painted in gloss black and cushioned in black vinyl provided a perch for the voyeur inside the room.

As an opening gambit, Delilah entwined her limbs with Laura and kissed her longingly.  Removing Laura’s mask, Harry did the same and eschewed his robe.  Delilah undressed Laura with a careful sensuality.  Watching her naked, Delilah peeled away her body hugging latex and her amused smiled was difficult to decipher.

Laid prone on the polished concrete floor, Delilah propped herself up by her elbows with her legs apart.  There were no words as Laura and Harry licked and kissed at her lean pronounced Mons and wet candy-pink slit.  With a solitary finger, Harry gauged the sinewy strength of her vaginal walls.  Gasping at their ministrations, they kissed Delilah to share her musky juices.  She would direct them back for more, hands roamed her body, and energetic tongues swelled her sex to full arousal.

Harry helped Delilah up and she embraced him closely.  Trapping his erection against her taut abdomen, her tongue eased into his mouth to savour her own juices again.  A hole impaled by a stranger’s erect penis brought a wild look to Laura’s eyes.  Taking to the floor, Laura’s head bobbed to suck on the anonymous penis.  Delilah led Harry to Laura and she took each hard length in turn.  Delilah took to her knees too and she looked up at Harry mischievously.

With a scrutinising look, Delilah pulled on the back of his thighs.  He gasped loudly as Harry felt his swollen length slide down her throat.  Easing back, Laura did the same and retched a little.  Completely rigid, he took snatched breaths as his head swam and they smiled at his incredulous expression.

Leading Harry by his erection, Delilah directed him firmly with her hands to sit on the chair.  Playfully, she kicked his legs apart and his heavy balls fell between his thighs.  She straddled him, took his erection in hand, and rubbed the fathead against her sex.  Easing down a little, he groaned as its head penetrated her.  She laughed as Harry moaned while she impaled herself.  Taking him an inch at a time, she felt his warm gasps against her bare skin.

“Feel good?” asked Delilah as she sat squarely onto him.

He could only gasp, “Uh-huh.”

He felt the taut silky grip of her muscles sliding against his swollen length.  Gripping his shoulders for purchase, she ground against him.  Laura on her knees worked the hard cock in her mouth.  A knock came on the wall and undaunted, Laura slid it in deeper.  A stifled groan rose, the penis flexed and a gulping sound ruptured the silence.  Ingesting his climax, Harry watched as Laura’s gullet took every drop.  Licking her lips, the softened penis withdrew from the hole still twitching.

Another erection poked through, chunky, long, and veiny.  Laura purred, stood, and backed against the wall.  Reaching between her legs, she took it for an anonymous fuck.  As Laura p for it harder, Delilah bore down on his trapped length, stole his breath, and took his attention.

Hubris is the undoing of the arrogant; it creeps up stealthily and its power leaves their victim helpless.

Drawn helplessly into her eyes, Delilah curled her lips with a knowing smile.  Compelled to paw at her breasts, Delilah’s athletic body kept Harry where she wanted him.  Riding slowly, she maintained just enough force to sustain his arousal – nothing more.

Yearning for more, he sought his intuition to command it.  There was a void where the fizzing energy of his intuition once lived.  His mind ossified as her hips ground against him.  He pushed and pushed to be heard - nothing.  His compulsion to direct her grew as his body strained against hers.

Delilah rocked back and forth slowly; she took her pleasure without concern for him.  A panic welled up forcefully, yet the compulsion to stay rooted him to the spot.  A soothing consolation filled him as his eyes darted to Laura.

Braced against the alcove wall, the thick cock that pounded at her seemed to stutter.  A rapping noise on the wall meant one thing - ejaculation.  Laura backed onto it and the girthy length twitched lustily from its root.  His eyes widened as the anonymous male released his sperm and Laura casually took its fill.  Unable to avert his eyes, the deflating penis withdrew, its pearly gift seeped from her vagina and dripped onto the floor.

Another hard erection followed and Laura blithely directed it to her anus.  She yelped as it defeated the tight knot and then gasps as it inched into her.  A breathless moan announced every thrust and took her vigorously.  Leaning back, her sex dripped with the essence of a stranger’s lust.

“She is such a whore but not the perfect whore.”

The brittle sound of laughter in his mind made Harry’s panicked eyes widen.  He struggled against the imaginary bonds that held his limbs firm.  Livid with fear, his numbed mind could not protest.  Delilah grazed the velvety walls of her sex against his trapped penis.  His loins involuntarily tensed; he felt compelled to throb against the tight walls that pulsed in respone.

“Yes, it feels so pleasurable does it not?  Finally, I meet the new participant of our game.  I felt you coming here Harry Coulter, I felt your presence here Harry Coulter, and I have seen the detritus of your thoughts Harry Coulter.  If you thought your novice act of persuasion would bring me here, you were deceived.  You are my toy now.  This is not your neophyte fantasy; this is mine, the subservience of another actor.  You are weak and easily controlled, do not resist me.”

Writhing against him, she moaned softly and nuzzled his ear.

“You sought the finale of Chapter Thirty-Six and seek the secret of the Cremorne.  I am the perfect whore of the Cremorne; I am the fallen woman of that chapter.  In your attempt to find me, the stench of your manipulation polluted our teachings.  This is your punishment and judgement, Harry Coulter.  It is written in our teachings that I can decide your punishment if I wish.”

Compelled to look at Laura, the swollen erection fucking her bottom made her expression contort into ecstatic exultation.  She took it all, demanding more and more as the body behind the wall slammed against it.  Braced against the opposing wall with her eyes squeezed closed, Laura’s heavy breasts swung in time. 

He fought and compelled his body to move but his weakened mind quickly failed.  Only his eyes had the power of movement.  He felt the compulsion to look at Delilah and Harry realised he had no freewill either. 

“Laura cannot help you, she is ours now, and we will rescue her from your manipulations.  You sought to make her the most slattern creature of his Chapter.  You were wrong; she is no Whore of the Cremorne.  You broke her free will and that is against our code.  Bad fruit falls from the virtuous tree.  Your punishment is that I have taken yours and you will learn.”

He croaked for words but his larynx felt ceased.  Increasingly desperate, he tried to resist and Delilah licked the side of his face in defiance; it instantly mollified him.  Cold horror soaked his mind, worse than the paralysing dread when he first succumbed to the Cremorne.  Delilah took it, crumpled it like a careless mistake on paper, and discarded it.  Fully impaling herself onto his tumultuous penis, she massaged it with tight undulating contractions.

“Yes, a wise choice, submit to me.  I can feel how your semen boils and that will be your first act of contrition.  This hardness between your legs will remain until I have had my pleasure.  I will test your spirit Harry Coulter.  You will labour as my plaything until I am satisfied you are worthy.”

On fully extended arms clasped around his neck, she used his body to counterbalance hers.  Grinding sex upon him determinedly, she quivered on his imprisoned length.  Pressing her mound upon his pubic bone, she lunged repeatedly to use his whole length.

“Yes!  Enjoy my body Harry Coulter.  Fear will endanger your soul to my punishment.  If you please me, then you will succeed.  If you do not, you will pay for eternity for your failure.  You will ejaculate only when I command it.  When there is no more of your essence, then you will see my power.”

With a knocking sound, Harry looked at Laura.  Groaning loudly, her fevered body writhed on the cock that bucked into her.  With a muffled masculine groan, he ejaculated into her loudly.

Delilah commanded his eyes to her countenance and he felt their prying strength cleave through his thoughts.

“My, My, Harry Coulter, you have experienced much and yet you are so unfulfilled.  Your desires are like my own, base and wretched, yet untruths and deception corrupt your fantasies.  If you survive, I will purify you; a generous trade for such a high price.”

In a battle of wills, he summoned thoughts of violence and disorder, static and noise to hold her back.  Somehow, he hoped to take the initiative and force himself free.  In an act of desperate self-preservation, he pushed with everything he had.  Sweat ran down his brow and stung his eyes.  Dispassionately, she looked upon him and took his body for her entertainment.  He pushed until he felt his mind pulse with fatigue; he exhausted himself and surrendered.

“A valiant effort, I would expect nothing less yet you cannot possibly succeed.  Amateur practitioners like you are such fresh and invigorating sport.  Now I will take what I want, your psyche, your penis and your sperm.  I will have your full obedience as your punishment unfolds.”

He felt her, thoughts flashed through his brain faster and faster until they became a blur.  They rushed to the point until only a soothing ray of light dazzled his consciousness.  His vision lost focus and the black walls and Delilah’s porcelain skin blurred into ethereal shapes of silver and grey.

“Harry Coulter, a facsimile of every erotic urge, every sexual action and curiosity courses inside me.  I know all of you, I know your thoughts, I know to motivate you, and I know how to direct you.  Now, you will feel the total power of manipulation and you will feel its exhaustion.”

With a soft pillowy kiss, he submitted easily, and an anaesthesia stunted his mind.  He embraced a serene calm and his doey eyes gazed into Delilah’s stare.

“Know your punishment; know what you do to others.”

Clasping her body tightly against him, his mouth automatically suckled her breast as the heat in his loins rose.

“Yes, good boy, please me.  I hold the power of your redemption; I hold the power to punish you.  I hold the power to break you as simply as snapping a twig.”

Her muscles bore down on his length in waves, massaging his outrageous erection from its root, through its middle to its engorged head.  Sliding her sex up and down his length slowly, she nuzzled on his earlobe and teased his nipples with her fingers.

“Ejaculate Harry, give me your sperm.”

Waves of contractions squeezed at his imprisoned length.  The severe lusty pulses of his orgasm did not end when he expected them to.  He tried to groan as his eyes flickered and rolled back.  The tense convulsions of her vagina drew more hard spasms from his perineum.  Her gasps signalled she felt every single one.

“Yes, Harry Coulter, your first obedient offering is gratefully received.  Perhaps you are worthy of the Cremorne after all.”

Harry eyes conveyed how he felt his forced erection and laughter filled the void in his mind.  His eyes eased away slowly, blinked to wetten them, and he stared at Laura’s sweat sheened body

“Watch her Harry Coulter while I extract the semen from your body.  Watch how she takes every man with such enthusiasm.  This is what she truly craved and your manipulation closed these paths, you simple fool!”

He watched Laura’s body take one hard penis after another, each ejaculating into her anus, vagina and mouth.  Delilah convulsed and commanded Harry to climax simultaneously with one of them.  His mind cried out with relief as he released helplessly in strong pulses that took an age to diminish.  Relentlessly, Delilah rode his strong erection; his compliance provoked no gratitude from her majestic body.

Laura would not stop and Harry witnessed every orgasm she endured, each one stronger than the last.  Crying out with a frenzied wail, muscles crunched and shook as the spasming penis filled her.  Delivering its final vestiges of orgasm, Laura fell to the floor.  With her eyes rolled back, limbs flailed as she convulsed violently.  Frantically rifling her semen-filled sex, she wailed and sobbed.  Thrashing hard, she convulsed and squirted powerfully against the wall.

“One more time Harry Coulter, empty yourself into me and become my plaything.  You will be perfect with all the others that will sate my lust tonight.”

He found he could move but felt compelled to stay.  Looking upon Delilah, tight undulating waves of pleasure seized his shaft.  He pulled her head to his and kissed her passionately.  He felt the seizure grip him, from the base, through its length in a remorseless undulating wave.  He trembled involuntarily and felt the hot rush of his release.  Emitting a profound cry, Delilah squeezed him tightly to her body as a searing heat surged through his swollen perineum.

“Oh fuck!  Oh fuck!  FUCK!!!!”

Laura’s quiet breathing and vacant expression barely registered the loud echoes of Harry’s cries.  Pulling him tightly to her bosom, Delilah’s pulsating loins milked it from him mercilessly.  His body flailed shocked by a strong electrical current until he weakened in her grasp.

His chest rose and fell desperately for air inundated by its powerful refractory warmth.  He groaned as he hardened again, his body wretched with exhaustion.  Delilah caressed his cheek; he felt her beneficence and embraced it completely.

Blithely, Harry consented to every command that she gave him.  Grasped by his erection, Delilah led him from the room.  They left Laura curled on the floor breathing weakly; Harry looked to her and felt a single pang of emotion - penitence.

The devotion of his soul as an instrument of Delilah’s lust led him to a side room.  Inside was the coven of devotees that would avail themselves to her needs.  She had them all, vaginally, anally, in her mouth.  Lips mashed together, fingers and tongues all commanded to do her bidding.  The women demanded his attention to.  As an empty vessel, Harry found his raging erection would not subside.  Delilah showed no quarter to either gender, she took them all to placate her libido.

A seething mass of male and female bodies flailed and writhed with Delilah at its nucleus.  For hours, Harry complied obediently as a toy for her amusement without a single thought or care.  Empowered only with the devout need to gratify Delilah, he followed her every instruction. 

He felt the faint throbbing heat of climax and yet, it felt so inconsequential.  His penis hard and fully engorged was not a vessel for his pleasure but solely hers.  He toiled for her, fucked her and many other women. 

He endured the exploitation of his unyielding erection by a woman, older, and energetic.  She rode him lustily, determined to take his orgasm.  He felt the numb infinity of her attention and rose to her tight embrace against her heavy bosom as he climaxed intensely.  She threw him down as he lunged hungrily for air saturated in his own sweat.  She was not done and a perfunctory missionary fuck became a battle of life and death.

He felt the looming presence of physical exhaustion.  His arms burned as he struggled to support his own weight, his powerful legs reduced to jelly as he thrust into her broiling hot vagina.  His strong torso ached through his abdominals and down the muscles of his back.  As he climaxed again, the woman pushed him away to find Delilah wanting his attention.

He groaned as pleasured each of Delilah’s orifices with the men and women that took their turns.  Delilah looked upon impassively as he laboured for her.  Running on only his innate self-preservation, he sucked on her breast, her nipples, and neck.  Writhing between her legs, she dug her heels into his thighs firmly for more.  Their tongues danced as her nails dug into fatigued muscles to raise a venomous pain.  He howled as a retort, wretched with sweat, he gave her everything he had physically and all he learnt to pleasure her.  Arching her back, he felt the strength of her climax gripping his aching length.  She commanded the epiphany of his climax and shuddered mightily with him.

Heart pounding, mouth dry and a screaming need to beg for mercy, he forced himself to endure.  A hand, a mouth would take him and lead him into another episode of carnal pleasure.

He felt nothing, he was nothing, and they used him as nothing.  It went black eventually, as the sound of his breathing quietened in the silence of his mind.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The large wire-framed fan blew fetid cool air onto Harry’s leaden body.  Polluted by heat, sweat, perfume and the thick musk of sex, he laid motionless where he fell amidst the human wreckage.  Empty and wrung out, his body ached in a patchwork of muscular pain.  Scanning the room through bleary eyes, others barely moved and whimpered in contentment.  One woman wore a whimsical smile and stared vacantly at the ceiling.  A white frothy emulsion seeped from her scarlet engorged vagina.  He heard no music; the party had long since finished.

Struggling to right himself, he got to his feet with trepidation, and his clumsy gait led him painfully from the room.  There on a recliner, Delilah looked calm and composed; Harry froze with alarm.  Her flushed naked body bore all the marks of their frenzied orgy.  Red welts from large love bites peppered her neck, shoulders, and breasts; her glossy sex contained the fill of six libidinous men.  

With an air of quiet contentment, she scanned at Harry’s naked body as he limped towards her.  Pounded noisily, his heart thumped as a deep knot of fear paralysed him to the spot.

“Harry Coulter!  You survived my judgement.  Now do you understand?”

He nodded solemnly and croaked.  He paused to clear his throat, “Yes, yes I do.”

“I have driven men mad and broken their spirit for less.  Yet, I sensed your contrition!  You are worthy after all and I commanded your complete obedience.  Your blessed sperm will conjure fine magick.  Do not concern yourself, I wish you no further harm.”

He nodded as he face broke into a sorrowful look of relief.

“I understand your lack of purpose was an honest sentiment from such a deceitful man.  Regardless of my own power, I must accept who the Cremorne chooses as its adherents.  It is not a random act.  It chose you in spite of the vile individual you are.  My test was a fair judgement of your character, I obeyed our teachings, and now you are schooled in how to obey them too.”

“Thank you,” his whispered quietly.

“Good, learn from this Harry Coulter.  You are an intelligent man and I feel confident you will heed my words.  I have fulfilled my side of the bargain, use what I have given you wisely.  Discard it at your peril.  Your intuition is not the master, you are the master of it.”

“I understand.”

Delilah’s eyes narrowed, “I can feel you do.”

Harry sighed wearily, “Who are you Delilah?  What is the Cremorne?”

She smiled for a moment, “It is not who I am, it is how I am here for you to understand.  Your purpose is your quest in the Cremorne, it is not mine to divulge, it is personal to you.  The Cremorne is no Grimoire or Abracadabra Magick book for charlatans.”

Harry nodded, “Where’s Laura?  Is she okay?”

Delilah smiled wider, “A concern for Laura, good, I can see that you are mending your ways.  She is unharmed and left with a fresh perspective on life, the one you chose to suppress.  Do not contact her, do not seek her and if you do, I will find you and end you.  The Cremorne has the capacity to forgive; it does not have infinite patience for habitual transgressors.”

Silently, he felt a defiance rise up in him and he felt Delilah cleave that line of thought in two.

“I know your thoughts!  I know your motives and I know you.  I will not warn you again!  You cannot reverse what you have done you simple-minded fool!  Wherever you go, do not think that I am remote and unable to find you.  I will find you.  I felt your presence months ago and we all knew the Cremorne had chosen a new devotee.  Many novices come and many fail, do not make their mistakes.”

Placing his hands out to plead, he felt the cold pallor of panic rise in him, “Sorry, sorry, I do…  I do understand.  Of course, of course I will leave her alone.”

Delilah eased a wry smile of congratulation, “Good.  Remember my words Harry Coulter and heed them.  When we meet again, I hope it will be a more cordial occasion.  You have a capacity to succeed, I want to be there to congratulate you not punish you for your failure.”

The sounds of bodies moving made him glance back to the room.  Shuffling wearily from the doorway, they moved slowly and looked at Harry vacantly.  Delilah slid the holdall stuffed with his clothes across the floor.  His shoes followed and skidded to his feet.

“Get dressed Harry Coulter, it’s time to leave.  Do not seek me and do not come back.  You are no longer welcome here.”

With trembling hands, it took an age to dress himself.  The throng of naked bodies formed a crescent behind him and stood in silence.  He drew his shaking arm through his jacket sleeve and pulled it tight as Delilah rose.  Pulling on his lapels, she gave him a single kiss.  His intuition surged through him so violently he felt dizzy and disorientated. 

Pulling his jacket straight, she looked at him with a determined stare, “Harry Coulter?” 

“Y..Yes?”

“One-Hundred-and-Four, Ninety-Seven, Thirty-Two, and Five.”

Confused, he shook his head, “Sorry?”

“ONE-HUNDRED-AND-FOUR, NINETY-SEVEN, THIRTY-TWO, AND FIVE!” chorused the throng.

His eyes widened as a look of terror blanched his face.

“Chapters, Harry Coulter.  Chapters.” purred Delilah as she kissed him again.  “Goodbye Harry Coulter.”

Released from her grasp, he picked up his bag and nodded fearfully. 

“GOODBYE HARRY COULTER!” echoed the chorus.

Steeped in panic, he ran to the exit as the chorus rose loudly off the brick walls.

“ONE-HUNDRED-AND-FOUR, NINETY-SEVEN, THIRTY-TWO, FIVE!  ONE-HUNDRED-AND-FOUR, NINETY-SEVEN, THIRTY-TWO, FIVE!  ONE-HUNDRED-AND-FOUR, NINETY-SEVEN, THIRTY-TWO, FIVE!”

He slammed the door hard and looked back to see if anyone followed.  Out into the watery light of dawn, his adrenaline-fuelled body took flight.  He ran as their chanting faded until his muscles burned.  He feared he might fall and stopped abruptly.  Clinging to some railings, he breathed maniacally.  The wharf houses looked so small in the distance and yet he did not feel safe.  His heart pounded in his throat and his nerves jangled like fingernails ran down a blackboard. 

The taillights of cars ahead filled him with an intense relief.  He embraced the semblance of normality and the city waking from night.  Each step was a painful command from stultified brain to stiff muscles.

The cab driver smiled wryly and he did not respond to the cheery ‘Good night was it?’  Peering from its window, the first glimpse of pedestrians gave way to a feeling of safety.  A tear welled in his eye and the mocking sound of laughter in his mind petrified him.  His sullen intuition demurred to Delilah’s voice loud and clear.

“Be careful Harry Coulter, be careful whom you meet.  Some will purge you and take your soul as a trinket to warn others.  Seek the muse who is as wise as she is worldly; listen to her words for she is blessed.  Goodbye Harry Coulter, now you are on your own.”

His intuition warmed him as it returned in a haze of calm.  The soporific white noise of car tyres on dry tarmac roads overwhelmed him.  Giving himself to it, he saw the pitch dark of his surrendered body. 

Soaring high, he flew over verdant fields on a wave of euphoria.  His vision stretched out to the horizon where the acid blue sky and grey sea met.  Swooping down, he flew past a Tor of weathered rocks and an imposing Celtic cross. 

Frigid air nipped at his bare skin as its roar whistled over him.  Looking down, the sea shimmered lazily off the low sun.  Again, to landfall as buff coloured sand gave way to spiky grassed dunes and the headland reared up quickly.  Imposing amidst this serene landscape, assembled from dark granite bricks, he could make out the ornate stonework of its stain-glassed windows.

“For months, I committed all the perversions I could summon.  My charm and guile knew no impediment to what I sought.  Willingly, I destroyed my moral rectitude and no one could annihilate it more diligently than I.

This dream bestows such a mighty potency upon me.  It emboldens tired muscles and washes my troubled soul clean.  A solid night’s slumber condensed into a mere daydream, it orders my mind, and makes sense of the imponderable nonsenses of my waking hours.  I hear its voice and its implacable whisper of encouragement.  It exists to challenge and guide me.  I converse so it teaches me and submit to feed upon its desires made flesh.

The weight of my soul rests against the weight of my sins.  I must adhere to its teachings and curb my worst excesses, for this is how the scales remain in balance.

Closing my eyes, I can conjure this ethereal miracle at will.  Its vision flies me to an island of what realm I do not know.  I soar like a bird and feel at ease in this divine moment.

My soul is uplifted and my body replenished.  I feel renewed and emboldened to do so much more. 

The Cremorne, Chapter CIV.”