He got on his knees then bent over. He licked the white and bloodied
droplets from each of her breasts and smiled at her when he finished.
He pulled the dress from around her hips, taring her undergarments, all
in one quick motion.
"Very pretty!" he said to her, and she heaved with her body to get
loose but to no avail.
"Ah, spirited!" was the last thing that he said to her as he lifted
his habit and moved closer.
Brook opened his yes and tried to get up to help his beloved wife, but
Tohm kicked his head back to the floor and Brook saw Manguino invade
Dearborne in the moments before his lost consciousness.
During the ArchBishop's blessing, Brook's gadgets whirred and clicked,
but little regard was payed to the commotion.
Dearborne trembled under her humiliation and was spared the finish when
she, also, lost consciousness.
Self-satisfied and drenched with sweat,and stained with his own orgasm,
Manguino looked up and smiled. Only then did he realise that the
great mechanical thing in front of him was aflame and smoking. He
shook his head when he finally noticed.
"You have been an annoyance, my dearest brother!"
On the mount, the Seer cried.
There was nothing that he could do to prevent what was to be, but now
it was his time to descend to Pomperaque. He stood on the highest
overhanging cliff, spread his arms to the mild evening sky and threw
himself off.
"With the i-cam-raff I come -- by the will of God!"
As he fell towards the city, he transformed into a beautiful and large
swallow, and gently glided down to Pomperaque's towns-square.