almost every night of the week. He was gaining her trust and that was what he needed most. The more he doted on her, the more receptive she became to his hugs and cheek kisses. It would still be awhile before she would trust him completely.
“Abigail was happy to have Josiah care for her. After being banished, wandering through the woods, Issaac and Dmitri, she had finally found something on which she could rely. She had made up her mind that she would go to bed with him, when the time was right. Eventually she struggled to keep her own libido in check.
“One night after Josiah prepared her a turtle soup, they were sitting on the floor. Abigail could no longer control herself. She took both of his hands in hers and pulled him down to the floor with her. She had never been so confused but elated in her life. The kisses were deep and passionate. Josiah seemed to know exactly how to make a woman tremble. He threw one of his legs over her hips and straddled her on his knees. She tore at his vest and shirt, ripping fabric and scattering buttons. Abigail had never known this passion before.
“Josiah looked down at her and smiled widely, reassuringly. He made her feel safe to act on her baser instincts. She would groan and giggle when he kissed her ears and neck. He slowly pulled at the hem of her dress lifting it over her calf, above her knee, over her thigh. Abigail reached down at her dress and lifted it above her head and tossed it into the corner. Her silky, white Dutch skin danced with the flicker of the fireplace. She felt out of control and she was loving it.
“Josiah ripped off the rest of his shirt and vest revealing a well toned, muscular body marred by dozens of scars. Abigail ran her fingers over his chest tracing each line. Her hands fell lower and she unclasped his pants. She yanked and pulled them off of him while he fell backwards.
“Josiah laid on his back as Abigail climbed him like a tree. While running her hands over his body, she noticed many more scars. She almost wanted to ask him what had happened but, there was no way she would pause this passion.
“Her face turned red and her body quivered when Josiah positioned her on top of him. She moaned in ecstasy and yelled in excitement. Josiah was turning red while the fiery screams of the damned surged through his body.
“Once consummated, Abigail's love would last forever. Josiah pulled himself away from her and began to dress. She stayed on the floor reveling in her guiltless pleasures and shutting out the entire rest of world.
“Josiah, clothed in his wool pants, ripped, button-less shirt and vest. He knelt down beside Abigail and she told him she was in love. He smiled a wide toothy grin, rubbed her bare belly, kissed her forehead and said he too loved her.”
The Devil drank from his straw again and scratched his neck with his tail.
“That did not sound so horrible,” I said. “She seemed to quite enjoy it.”
The devil scoffed, “I'm sure she did.” He spat on the floor.