tg.stone of tears-第100部分

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　As　the　quillion　faded；　the　beast’s　eyes　began　to　glow　orange　…　the　same　color　orange　as　the　quillion。　As　the　quillion　dimmed；　the　glow　in　the　beast’s　eyes　intensified；　until　the　little　statue　was　dark；　and　the　thing’s　eyes　shined　bright。
　
　Two　more　Sisters　stood。　They　moved　to　each　side　of　the　first。
　
　The　first　knelt。　Her　hooded　head　lowered；　looking　down　to　the　naked　woman。　‘It　is　time；　if　you　are　sure。　You　know　what　must　be　done；　the　same　as　has　been　done　to　us。　You　are　the　last　to　be　offered　the　gift。　Do　you　wish　to　accept　it？’
　
　‘Yes！　I’m　entitled。　It’s　mine。　I　want　it。’
　
　Margaret　thought　she　knew　both　voices；　but　she　wasn’t　sure　because　the　hoods　muffled　their　words。
　
　‘Then　it　shall　be　yours；　Sister。’　The　other　two　knelt　beside　her　as　she　pulled　a　cloth　from　her　cloak；　twisting　it　between　her　fists。　‘You　must　pass　this　test　of　pain　to　gain　the　gift。　We　cannot　touch　you　with　our　magic　while　it　is　being　done；　but　we　will　help　you　as　best　we　can。’
　
　‘I　will　do　anything。　It’s　mine。　Let　it　be　done。’
　
　The　naked　woman　spread　her　arms。　The　sisters　to　each　side　leaned　with　all　their　weight　on　her　wrists。
　
　The　Sister　at　her　head　held　the　twisted　cloth　over　the　hooded　face。　‘Open　your　mouth；　and　bite　down　on　this。’　She　put　the　cloth　between　the　woman’s　teeth。　‘Now；　open　your　legs。　You　must　keep　them　open。　If　you　try　to　close　them；　it　will　be　a　rejection　of　what　you　are　being　offered；　and　you　will　lose　the　chance。　Forever。’
　
　The　naked　woman　stared　fixedly　up　at　nothing。　She　panted　with　fear；　her　breast　heaving。　Slowly；　she　spread　her　legs。
　
　The　beast　stirred；　giving　a　low　grunt。
　
　Margaret　gripped　Jedidiah’s　forearm；　her　fingers　digging　into　him。
　
　The　beast　sniffed　the　air。　As　it　slowly　unfolded　itself；　Margaret　saw　that　it　was　larger　than　it　had　looked　when　it　was　all　hunched　over。　It　was　powerfully　built；　looking　mostly　like　a　man。　Flickers　of　candlelight　reflected　off　sweat…slicked；　knotted　muscles　of　its　arms　and　chest。　Downy　hair　started　at　the　narrow　hips；　growing　coarser　farther　down　the　legs；　to　the　ankles；　where　it　was　the　longest；　thickest。　But　the　head　was　something　other　than　a　man。　It　was　a　horror　of　anger　and　fangs。
　
　A　long；　thin　tongue　flicked　out；　tasting　the　air。　The　eyes　glowed　orange　in　the　dim　light；　orange　with　the　power　of　the　gift　it　had　absorbed　from　the　quillion。
　
　As　it　stretched　out　on　its　hands　and　knees　toward　the　naked　woman；　Margaret　almost　gasped　aloud；　she　recognized　the　beast。　She　had　seen　a　drawing　of　it　in　an　old　book。　The　same　book　in　which　she　had　seen　drawings　of　some　parts　of　the　spells　before　her。　She　wanted　to　scream。
　
　It　was　a　namble。　One　of　the　Nameless　One’s　minions。
　
　Oh；　dear　Creator；　she　prayed　fervently；　please　protect　us。
　
　Growling　in　a　low　rumble；　its　powerful　muscles　flexing；　its　haunted　eyes　glowing　orange；　the　namble　edged　like　a　huge　cat　toward　the　woman　on　the　ground。　Head　low；　it　crawled　between　her　legs。　In　a　state　of　ragged　fear；　the　woman　still　stared　up　at　nothing。
　
　The　namble　sniffed　at　her　crotch。　Its　long　tongue　flicked　out；　running　over　her。　She　flinched；　making　a　small　jerk　of　a　sound　against　the　cloth　in　her　teeth；　but　she　kept　her　legs　open。　Her　eyes　did　not　move。　She　did　not　look　at　the　namble。　The　Sisters　in　the　circle　began　a　soft　chant。　The　namble　licked　her　again；　slower；　grunting　this　time　as　it　did　so。　She　squealed　against　the　rag。　Beads　of　sweat　shimmered　on　her　flesh。　She　kept　her　legs　wide　apart。
　
　Rising　up　on　its　knees；　the　beast　gave　a　throaty　roar　to　the　black　sky。　Its　pointed；　barbed；　erect　phallus　stood　out；　plainly　silhouetted　against　the　candles　beyond。　Muscles　bulged　in　knotted　cords　along　its　arms　and　shoulders　as　the　namble　bent　forward；　putting　a　fist　to　each　side　of　the　woman。　Its　tongue　licked　out　around　her　throat　as　it　gave　a　vibrating　rumble　of　a　growl；　and　then　it　lowered　itself；　covering　her　with　its　massive　form。
　
　Its　hips　hunched　forward。　The　woman’s　eyes　winced　shut　as　she　screamed　against　the　cloth　in　her　teeth。　The　namble　gave　a　quick；　powerful　thrust　and　her　eyes　snapped　open　in　a　panic　of　pain。　Even　with　the　cloth　clenched　in　her　teeth；　her　screams　could　be　heard　over　the　chanting　each　time　the　beast　knocked　the　wind　from　her；　adding　more　force　to　the　shrieks。
　
　Margaret　had　to　force　herself　to　take　a　breath　as　she　watched。　She　hated　these　women；　they　had　given　themselves　over　to　something　unspeakably　evil。　Still；　they　were　her　Sisters；　and　she　could　hardly　bear　to　watch　one　being　hurt。　She　realized　she　was　shaking。　She　clenched　the　gold　flower　at　her　neck　in　one　fist　and　Jedidiah’s　arm　with　her　other　as　tears　streamed　down　her　face。
　
　The　beast　thrashed　at　the　Sister　on　the　ground　as　the　three　Sisters　held　her。　Her　muffled　screams　of　torment　ripped　at　Margaret’s　heart。
　
　The　Sister　holding　the　cloth　finally　spoke。　‘If　you　want　the　gift；　you　must　encourage　him　to　give　it　to　you。　He　will　not　surrender　it　unless　you　overe　his　control　…　unless　you　take　it　from　him。　You　must　win　it　from　him。　Do　you　understand？’
　
　Crying；　her　eyes　shut　tight；　the　woman　nodded。
　
　The　Sister　pulled　the　cloth　away。　Then　he　is　yours　now。　Take　the　gift；　if　you　will。’
　
　The　other　two　released　her　arms　and　the　three　of　them　returned　to　their　places　in　the　circle；　taking　up　the　chanting　with　the　others。　The　woman　let　out　a　wail　that　turned　Margaret’s　blood　to　ice。　It　made　her　ears　hurt。
　
　The　woman　flung　her　arms　and　legs　around　the　namble；　clutching　herself　to　it；　moving　with　it；　moving　with　the　chanting。　Her　screams　died　away　as　she　panted　with　the　effort。
　
　Margaret　could　watch　no　longer。　She　closed　her　eyes　and　swallowed　back　a　wail　of　her　own　that　tried　to　force　itself　from　her　throat。　But　even　with　her　eyes　closed；　it　was　no　better。　She　could　still　hear　it。　Please；　dear　Creator；　she　begged　in　her　mind；　let　it　end。　Please　let　it　end。
　
　And　then；　with　a　husky　grunt；　it　did。　Margaret　opened　her　eyes　to　see　the　namble　still；　its　back　hunched。　It　shuddered；　and　then　slowly　went　limp。　The　woman　struggled　to　breathe　under　its　weight。
　
　With　strength　that　seemed　impossible；　she　at　last　pushed　the　namble　off　her。　Chest　heaving；　it　rolled　to　its　hands　and　knees　and　slunk　back　to　its　place　in　the　circle；　folding　itself　into　a　dark　bundle。　The　chanting　had　stopped。　The　woman　lay　on　the　ground　for　a　time；　panting；　recovering。　She　was　covered　with　a　glistening　sheen　of　sweat　that　reflected　the　yellow　light　of　the　candle　flames。
　
　Taking　one　last；　deep　breath；　the　woman　came　smoothly　to　her　feet。　A　dark　stain　of　blood　ran　down　her　legs。　With　a　calm　awareness　that　sent　a　chill　up　Margaret’s　spine　and　caught　her　breath　short；　the　woman　turned　to　face　her；　pulling　off　her　hood。
　
　The　menacing　orange　glow　in　her　eyes　faded；　and　they　returned　to　the　pale　blue　with　dark　violet　flecks　that　Margaret　knew　so　well。
　
　‘Sister　Margaret。’　Her　tone　was　as　mocking　as　the　smile　on　her　thin　lips。　‘Did　you　enjoy　watching？　I　thought　you　might。’
　
　Wide…eyed；　Margaret　rose　slowly　to　her　feet。　Across　the　circle；　the　Sister　who　had　held　the　cloth　also　rose；　and　pulled　off　her