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choked out as James squeezed his larynx.
“Just open the fucking door before I say damn the rules.”
The judges eyes widened, realization that he may have pushed James too far dawning on him. An arch of flames appeared on the wall and the stone cracked revealing a doorway. James dropped the judge into a pile on the floor.
“Let’s go Valerie.” He bit out between clenched teeth. She didn’t have to be told twice, they were through the door hearing laughter echo behind them before it sealed shut.
Valerie didn’t get a chance to take in their new surroundings when the door cut the laughter off. James had her in his arms, kissing her with fever. “You poor, poor girl. No wonder you are so strong. You have done nothing wrong, nothing to be ashamed off. You should be proud of your resolve.” He said between kisses. “This only makes my feelings towards you stronger.”
“But James, what if he was right? What if I do belong here?” She whispered. Fear coiling in the pit of her stomach.
“He isn’t right Valerie. Trust me in this please.”
Sighing Valerie tried to push her fear aside. “I do trust you James.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
T he moans were the loudest. They were a mix of pleasure and pain and they were coming from all directions. To Valerie it sounded like thousands upon thousands of souls. Looking around she found that they were on the edge of yet another cliff.
"More stairs?" She groaned.
"With all this moaning going on you’re concerned about the stairs?" James laughed.
“Well considering this is the circle of the lustful I figure the moans go with the territory.” Valerie mused. If she didn’t know she was in hell she would have mistaken the sound of this place for a brothel.
“You are just full of surprises Valerie, what a strange yet wonderful human you are.” James said before giving her a quick peck on the cheek. “That’s all you get for kisses here, wouldn’t want to get confused for a native.”
Valerie had a fleeting wicked thought about being a native, but let it pass unvoiced. When this trip to Hell was finally over she knew she would have plenty of time to get better acquainted with James. Now that she had lost her virginity she wanted to practice as much as possible with him.
At the edge of the cliff a warm gust of wind was blowing upwards, it carried hot ashes into their faces.
“Ouch!” Valerie pulled back as one of the ashes landed on her face making her wince. James had his shirt off in an instant and carefully wrapped around Valerie’s head, leaving just her eyes showing.
“You can’t go shirtless, you will get burned.” She protested.
“Yes, but I am an immortal after all, the small burns will be far less painful for me and will heal almost instantly.”
They descended the stairs with James keeping a firm grip on Valerie. The stairs alone were treacherous, but the wind gust made it near impossible for a mortal to descend alone. The further down they climbed, the stronger the wind became and the hotter the ashes burned. Valerie could smell singed cloth as specks of hot embers landed on her. She tried to keep as much of her body as possible wrapped around James, for her own safety and to shield his bare flesh from the burns he was undoubtedly sustaining. Valerie tried not to stare at the naked souls who were chained to the walls of the cliffs. They were locked in various lovers’ embraces, in groups of twos and more. The moans were coming from their never ending scenes of fornication, all the while their skin was charred from countless burns.
“Do they really spend eternity doing that?” Valerie asked with a mix of disgust and awe.
“It depends on the person, on their crimes, and if they are meant to stay here.”
“Why would they be here if they weren’t meant to stay? Don’t tell me people get put here when they are innocent. I already lost faith in the mortal justice system, I would think down here one’s
“Just open the fucking door before I say damn the rules.”
The judges eyes widened, realization that he may have pushed James too far dawning on him. An arch of flames appeared on the wall and the stone cracked revealing a doorway. James dropped the judge into a pile on the floor.
“Let’s go Valerie.” He bit out between clenched teeth. She didn’t have to be told twice, they were through the door hearing laughter echo behind them before it sealed shut.
Valerie didn’t get a chance to take in their new surroundings when the door cut the laughter off. James had her in his arms, kissing her with fever. “You poor, poor girl. No wonder you are so strong. You have done nothing wrong, nothing to be ashamed off. You should be proud of your resolve.” He said between kisses. “This only makes my feelings towards you stronger.”
“But James, what if he was right? What if I do belong here?” She whispered. Fear coiling in the pit of her stomach.
“He isn’t right Valerie. Trust me in this please.”
Sighing Valerie tried to push her fear aside. “I do trust you James.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
T he moans were the loudest. They were a mix of pleasure and pain and they were coming from all directions. To Valerie it sounded like thousands upon thousands of souls. Looking around she found that they were on the edge of yet another cliff.
"More stairs?" She groaned.
"With all this moaning going on you’re concerned about the stairs?" James laughed.
“Well considering this is the circle of the lustful I figure the moans go with the territory.” Valerie mused. If she didn’t know she was in hell she would have mistaken the sound of this place for a brothel.
“You are just full of surprises Valerie, what a strange yet wonderful human you are.” James said before giving her a quick peck on the cheek. “That’s all you get for kisses here, wouldn’t want to get confused for a native.”
Valerie had a fleeting wicked thought about being a native, but let it pass unvoiced. When this trip to Hell was finally over she knew she would have plenty of time to get better acquainted with James. Now that she had lost her virginity she wanted to practice as much as possible with him.
At the edge of the cliff a warm gust of wind was blowing upwards, it carried hot ashes into their faces.
“Ouch!” Valerie pulled back as one of the ashes landed on her face making her wince. James had his shirt off in an instant and carefully wrapped around Valerie’s head, leaving just her eyes showing.
“You can’t go shirtless, you will get burned.” She protested.
“Yes, but I am an immortal after all, the small burns will be far less painful for me and will heal almost instantly.”
They descended the stairs with James keeping a firm grip on Valerie. The stairs alone were treacherous, but the wind gust made it near impossible for a mortal to descend alone. The further down they climbed, the stronger the wind became and the hotter the ashes burned. Valerie could smell singed cloth as specks of hot embers landed on her. She tried to keep as much of her body as possible wrapped around James, for her own safety and to shield his bare flesh from the burns he was undoubtedly sustaining. Valerie tried not to stare at the naked souls who were chained to the walls of the cliffs. They were locked in various lovers’ embraces, in groups of twos and more. The moans were coming from their never ending scenes of fornication, all the while their skin was charred from countless burns.
“Do they really spend eternity doing that?” Valerie asked with a mix of disgust and awe.
“It depends on the person, on their crimes, and if they are meant to stay here.”
“Why would they be here if they weren’t meant to stay? Don’t tell me people get put here when they are innocent. I already lost faith in the mortal justice system, I would think down here one’s
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