Ai Ijima

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world. There, and as his body left the cursed light, I was upon him. He let out a shriek and lost consciousness when I hit him. I heard the woman start and enter the cave yelling out the child's name. I grabbed her, and dragged her and the child into the darkness below. Ai Ijima was praying and screaming out the names of saints to save her, but they could no more help Ai Ijima than they could rise from the dead. I laid the child on one of the tombs and looked for the first time at the woman. Looked at Ai Ijima with eyes that only one of my kind possesses, I looked into her soul. Ai Ijima froze, standing there and trembling like a doe. I move towards Ai Ijima and began unfastening her clothes. This would not be hurried like last night, I could afford to take my time. As her dress came off, Ai Ijima let out a moan, her lips moving in silent pleading. Please no, Ai Ijima lips spelled out, but did her kind have mercy on mine. I continued, assessing Ai Ijima naked body like a butcher looking at a piece of meat. Ai Ijima was just out of adolescence, about eighteen or nineteen. Like most village girls, Ai Ijima was well muscled in the arms and legs with strong shoulders and wide hips. My finger traced a line from Ai Ijima collar bone to the tip of her right breast, cupping it in the palm of my Ai Ijima gallery hand. The areola were large and glowed dark red in my Ai Ijima gallery vision. Then nipples were erect and I circled them with my finger tip. A sigh escaped Ai Ijima lips as I licked the nipple and then took the breast into my mouth and sucked. Still sucking on Ai Ijima breast, I pushed Ai Ijima down to the ground and lay down next to her. My hand stroked Ai Ijima other breast, then moved down to her stomach and then ...(cont.)

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