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the descent

Frank

When I pull up to the house, I flop back in the driver’s seat, not wanting to go…I want Jessica… I just want to fucking be with her!I close my eyes, connecting mentally with mini me, and I can feel the little bastard sleeping peacefully inside of her. Based on the pulse of her pussy, I can tell she’s not in too much distress, so that’s at least nice.

I grab my bag and exit the car, going into our house. The moment I step into the house, I notice my mother pacing before she comes over to me, pissed.

“You’re late!” she seethes, but I only raise a brow.

“And?” I cock my head at her, placing my hands in my pockets, uncaring. We’re going to what is supposed to me my kingdom or some shit like that. I can be late to my own party, especially when the one who matters most needs to be taken care of.

“N-nothing… it’s just this is important,” she frowns and I shrug.

“So is my wife.” She curls her lip at that and spins away.

“Lord Lust,” she sighs, massaging her temples. “You know what? Forget it.” She goes to turn then notices the bag in my hands, seeming confused. “Milord, forgive me, but you did not need to pack anything. All your needs will be met in hell,” she tells me as she goes to reach for the bag and I grasp her hand tight.

“Ineedthis,” I grit out.

“But… why? Hell, despite what the legends say, is fruitful and vast. There is nothing you shall lack!” I snort at her words, pulling the bag down from my shoulder and shaking my head as I open it.

“See, that is where you are wrong, mother! Do they have THIS?!” I pull out a life-size poster of Jessica in her football uniform with sweat dripping down her face. “Or what about THIS HERE?!” I snarl, excited when I pull out twelve pairs of Jessica’s panties that she’s worn.

“What the fuck?” Pierce wrinkles his face. “I might be able to kind of… understand the poster, but why the multiple pairs of panties?”

“You fool!” I snarl. “One does not eat the same meal every day! There are different flavors!” I lay them all out in categories, carefully placed and labeled in Ziplock bags. “For example,” Ipoint to one of the bags. “This is the oldest, with the most delicious and pungent smell…” I hum. “And I got these!” I point to a yellow pair of boy shorts.

“These are the ones she wears after she just worked out, so some pussy juices still lingers…”I smell these when I need a pick me up…“Or these!” I grab another bag and hold it to my chest, sighing, feeling the lace, remembering when she wore them for me. “My my my… when I’m lonely, these just do it for me. Jessica’s taut ass cheeks in a red thong, spritzed in vanilla body spray… ugn,” I groan, dick getting hard. “Now these right here have a more delicate, subtle scent.” I nod. “O?—”

“Okay, I fucking get it already!” he mutters.

“Aww, are you sure? I wasn’t even halfway done.” I look up and he turns away red-faced. “Well, if you say so, but I also brought other things, like this is the pillow case she drooled on. I’m going to sleep on it, oh and a couple of her dirty shirts… I read somewhere that scent can calm down the nervous system,” I let them know as I riffle through my bag.

“Isn’t that mainly true for dogs and babies?” Genesis questions, raising a brow, and I look up, holding up Jessica’s contacts.

“And?”

He holds up his hands, shaking his head, but then glares.

“What the fuck are you packing her contacts for?”

“Oh these?” I look at them smiling. “When I look at them, it feels like I’m staring into her eyes…” I sigh an?—

“OKAY! WE GET IT! PUT IT AWAY!” my mother yells and I cut my eyes to her, making her freeze up.

“Watch how you handle her,” I snarl and she bows.

“I… m-m-my apologies Lord L-Lust i-i-it’s just … we’re pressed for t-time and we?—”

“Lord Lust, we’re already late. Your mother meant no harm or to insult your treasures,” my father says, bowing, and I huff, curling my lip as I start putting her things way.Yes! My preccciouusss .

Three days without Jessica is a lifetime. Aside from the days that I fell asleep, there has been no day that I have not slept next to her, kissed her, or seen her. Ineedto be next to her to breathe…three days is going to feel like an eternity.

I clutch my aching heart, picking up the spoon she ate with this morning and kissing it, a sob wrecking me.

Jessica!

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