Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“Is this thy pie, Goody Hatch?” an elderly woman beside Hester asked, reaching for a slice of it.
“Indeed it is, Goody Ward. The gooseberries were bountiful this year.” Hester nodded politely. “I hope thee enjoys it.”
“Unfortunately, they did more than enjoy it,” Malik murmured in my ear. “Keep and eye on Goody Ward there—she was a matriarch of the village with a reputation considered beyond reproach. Well, until this happened.”
I watched as the woman—who looked older than anyone else at the table—took a big bite of the pie.
At first there was no effect but then she murmured, “Oh, my!” and began tugging at the modest white collar around her neck.
Other people got slices of the pie as well—though the minister refused a slice when Hester offered.
“Nay, Goody Hatch,” he said importantly. “I am denying myself the pleasures of the flesh so I must not eat thy pie, delicious-looking though it may be.”
But a lot of other people did have slices. As they ate, they all started tugging at their clothes—loosening them as though they were getting overheated, although it felt like a cool fall day to me.
Suddenly the older lady—Goody Ward—who had been the first to eat the pie, lurched to her feet. She climbed clumsily off the bench and made a beeline for the minister who was at the head of the table.
“Goody Ward? Are thee well?” The minister looked up at her with obvious concern on his stern face.
“Ah, Reverend Smith!” she exclaimed, reaching for him. “I long for thee!”
“What?” He gaped at her, clearly startled.
But Goody Ward had already begun undressing. She pulled open the plain brown dress she was wearing, revealing pendulous breasts which she thrust into the minister’s face.
Reverend Smith was so surprised he fell off his bench and into the dirt.
“By God, woman! What art thou doing?” he demanded, looking up at her.
But Goody Ward wasn’t going to be denied. She bent over him, dangling her breasts in his shocked face.
“Thou art a man to set any woman’s loins ablaze,” she moaned. “Many a time have I thought so as I watched thee in the pulpit of a Sunday!”
“The Devil has possessed thee!” Reverend Smith exclaimed, looking even more shocked.
But it wasn’t only Goody Ward who was affected. Other people at the table who had eaten the gooseberry pie were also getting busy. There was a whole impromptu Puritan orgy happening right there at the long wooden table. People who clearly weren’t married—but who had possibly been lusting for each other—were going at it.
I saw a man lift a woman’s dress and push her down over the table, smashing her face in a dish of buttered mashed pumpkin as he thrust into her from behind. On another bench, a woman had straddled a man who was clearly not her husband and was riding him right there, moaning with lust as she bucked her hips to take him deeper.
All up and down the long table, Puritans were fucking. And I mean, they were really going for it to the horror of the others at the table.
The people who hadn’t eaten the gooseberry pie were clearly appalled and unsure of what was happening. But the ones that had taken even a bite, had lost all their inhibitions.
“This is what called to me,” Malik said in my ear. “This outpouring of lust and longing. I felt Hester’s sexual need tugging at me all the way from Hell’s Waiting Room.”
“Hell’s Waiting Room—what’s that?” I asked, frowning.
“Well the place we upper order demonic entities wait for assignments, of course,” he said, as though it should be obvious. “But it takes time to get from there to the Mortal Realm. By the time I ascended from the depths, Hester had already been blamed for “The Devil’s Lusty Pie” as they were calling the incident. I wanted to save her but there was a witch finder by the name of Milas James waiting for me. It was he who trapped me in the portrait for so many years. Until you let me out.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose,” I muttered, suddenly aware all over again of how close we were, with me sitting in his lap.
“Nevertheless I thank you,” he rumbled. “It’s good to be free and awake again after so many long, weary centuries.”
“You could thank me by leaving,” I suggested. “By going back to ‘Hell’s Waiting Room.’”
“I’ve already explained why I can’t do that. Unless you want me to fulfill your deepest fantasy now?” he asked, giving me a sinfully sexy smile.
I felt a sudden surge of lust and wondered if it was coming from him. It must be, damn it! There was no way I was getting horny just because I was sitting on the big Demon’s lap and hearing his deep voice in my ear…
“No,” I said shortly. “In fact, I want you to take me home.”