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We arrived at the Longroper mausoleum that was located east of the family manor. It was about two stories tall and its marble surface was covered in vines. Lurkson pushed open the heavy iron doors and Miss Easter lit a torch with her lighter.

The stairs leading down into the crypts were crumbling and steep. And the smell of stale air was positively dreadful. Lurkson took the torch from Miss Easter and descended the stairs first. I followed him and was mindful of my footing.

Miss Easter stayed close to me, more out of her fear of the crypt than monitoring my safety.

The stairway was narrow so I held onto the walls as we descended further into the abyss. Normally I would not have been so cautious. But Maggy had scolded me about injuring myself while exploring stranger grounds.

And I did not want to embarrass myself in front of Lurkson and Miss Easter.

Miss Easter squeaked behind me and Lurkson and I turned to see what happened. A large tarantula had fallen onto her head. She had a phobia of arachnids which I could not relate to. The tarantula was fat and covered in black fur and had beady eyes that were so very horrid.

I assisted Miss Easter in removing the tarantula from her hair and allowed it to nestle in mine. When we entered the innards of the crypt, I discovered a whole colony of tarantulas within the alcoves of graves and skulls. My excitement grew as I admired those eight legged beauties.

“You failed to mention the crypt was infested with arachnids, Lurkson” I said.

“Yes, I wanted to surprise you,” said Lurkson. “The Longroper ancestors bred tarantulas for interrogation practices. When the tarantulas were no longer needed, they were brought down here as a means to deter graverobbers.”

“I am in awe of how many are down here,” I said. “What do they eat?”

“Mostly bugs,” said Lurkson. “But I have seen a few rodent remains in the nests.”

“The webbing is everywhere! It is like something out of a dream,” I said.

“Or a nightmare,” muttered Miss Easter.

I turned to her and noticed her face had gone pale. Her arms and legs were scrunched into her body. Her eyes darted to every corner and the ceiling. Miss Easter was an ordinary woman after all but she did brave the crypts to join us.

Still, a touch of guilt found its way into my black heart.

“Do you wish to leave already, Miss Easter?” I asked.

“Will you and Lurky be leaving soon?” she asked. “If not then I am staying.”

“No, we just got down here,” I said. “And after all the trouble of us getting down those dreadful steps, we should at least take some time to explore.”

Miss Easter nodded with a weary smile.

Lurkson led us further into an array of catacombs. Catacombs had been something I only read in novels. But here I was venturing into the dreadful depths and led by my handsome dark angel. And I had a most deliciously frightened appetizer of a maid following us.

I began to grow nervous that such a wonderful setup would end tragically in some ridiculous manner. It was all too good to be true. The tarantulas watched us and their beady little eyes were like a legion of voyeurs. I had to bite my lips to stave off my hunger for what was to come.

And what exactly was to come I could not fathom. Miss Easter would be rewarded with my toes, once we found a suitable place to stop our exploration. And then Lurkson would kiss me. My first kiss, in the most dank and dower setting one could have such a thing.

I yearned for his cold lips and I bore my nails into my palms.

We soon exited the catacombs and entered some inner sanctum. There was an altar and I cried out in jubilation. I ran to the altar that was clearly for sacrifices and brushed away the dirt. Wicked diagrams of death and war decorated the solid stone bed and I giggled excitably.

“Oh, I understand now! You lore young maidens down her for sacrifice to some old forgotten god! Oh, I have always wanted my final moment to be a ritualistic sacrifice!”

I leapt onto the altar and lay flat on the cold and dirty stone. I then pulled down the top of my dress, revealing my chest, my breasts tightly nestled in my black brassiere. I shook my breasts at Lurkson and Miss Easter then I groaned in ecstasy.

“Bring out your sacrificial daggers and pierce my black heart!” I demanded as I grabbed my breasts and spread them from the center of my chest. The middle fabric of my brassiere tightened against me and almost tore. “All I ask is that you both ravage my flesh before I parish and my soul is sent to Hades!”

I held my breast and arched my back, pushing my chest upwards. I sniffed the foul and musty air and awaited my end. And after a few breaths, I noticed a lack of anyone descending on me. I sat up and found Lurkson and Miss Easter standing at the foot of the altar.

There was a sudden change in their demeanor. Miss Easter became shy and turned away from me. And Lurkson stared at me as if I was a ghost. I slipped my breast out of my brassiere then put them away quickly.

And that still did not stir them.

“Something wrong?” I asked. My cheeks went flush and I had the distinct impression that I had embarrassed myself. “I was only playing around. I was not really expecting you two to sacrifice me.”

“It is not that, Madame Gothia,” said Miss Easter.

“Then what is keeping you two from acting?” I asked.

“Acting?” asked Miss Easter.

I glared at her and Lurkson spoke up. “She means you were to enjoy her toes as your reward for following us into the crypt, Raven. She and I were to share a kiss as well.”

“Oh, right,” said Miss Easter awkwardly.

“What is happening here? Have you two lost your nerve?” I asked with disappointment.

“Well, I was not expecting a girl as little as you to be so . . . buxom,” said Miss Easter with a rather girlish smile. And she was blushing. “I was expecting cute little breasts but that dress and brassiere does hide your true size very well.”

I noticed Lurkson was turning red as Miss Easter spoke. He was oddly quiet and bashful all of a sudden. My dark angel seemed to be losing his nerve.

“Dear Lurkson, have you seen a woman’s breast before?” I asked.

“Well, besides Raven’s breasts when she aids me in relieving myself, no,” admitted Lurkson. He grinned rather sheepishly. “Yours are very nice.”

I blushed from his words. They were simple yet honest and very effective. I then prepared for the three of us to have some dark and dreadful fun. I lay back down onto the stones and tapped my boot down in front of Miss Easter.

Miss Easter then commenced untying my boots which was no mere feat. The boot went up to my knee and the laces were down all the way to my ankles. Lurkson shuffled over to my head to position himself for our kiss.

The hot ashes from the torch he held fell onto my bare skin. I moaned and clenched my teeth as the heat singed my flesh. I had to grab the edges of the altar, I was so enraptured in the moment. The anticipation had become so unbearable I was ready to burst.

“Sorry, Gothia,” said Lurkson as he pulled the torch away.

“No, no, bring it closer! Burn me at the steak! Roast me alive! Damn it, Miss Easter, get that damn boot of me this instant!”

“I have it, I have it!” said Miss Easter. There was nervousness in her tone. “But could you please uncurl your toes, Madame Gothia. It will be rather difficult to remove your stocking with your toes like that.”

“Do not give her orders, Raven,” said Lurkson. “She is your mistress right now and you are her servant. Servants do not give orders to their mistress.”

“Is that so? Says the greedy man who has already claimed her lips,” said Miss Easter. “I have kissed more girls than you could count. I would be more suitable to give her a memorable first kiss.”

“Are you suggesting I be down at the toes then?” asked Lurkson.

“You were the one who forced me down here,” said Miss Easter.

“In this crypt or at her toes?” asked Lurkson.

Miss Easter then moved away from my foot and approached Lurkson. “Both! I am no foot fetishest but I only agreed to this because Madame Gothia is willing to have fun with me. Do you have any idea how difficult it is for a woman of my tastes to find a suitable partner?”

“Can you remember the last time I have grown so close to someone?” asked Lurkson. “I certainly have not.”

“You have no trouble around me,” said Miss Easter, putting her hands on her hips. “You certainly have no trouble when we are alone in the bath.”

“We do not touch one another so that does not count,” said Lurkson.

“You are a man and I would not let a man touch me for all the fair skin in the empire,” said Miss Easter.

“You have had enough fair skin to last you for several lifetimes,” said Lurkson.

I lay there half naked and bitter. They were arguing over me. I could not understand why because I was willing to be with both of them. It did not matter how our fun started as long as it happened.

Reason left me though. I lacked the maturity or intimate experience to navigate the situation into a more favorable outcome. I was furious and my rage had to be expressed or I would rupture.

I leapt off of the altar and marched to an alcove. Even in the inner sanctum there were bones lying peacefully in eternal slumber. I grabbed a femur bone and chucked it at Lurkson and Miss Easter.

“To Hades with both of you! I did not ask to be some prize for you two to fight over! I was ready to give myself to both of you! And you go and be petty over who goes first and has what and oh, enough! Enough, enough, enough! I hate both of you!”

I grabbed what bones my fingers could find and threw them blindly at Lurkson’s torch. I was hoping to snuff out the firelight and bath us in darkness. The darkness was to be my salvation and hide my tears and anger.

Miss Easter fled back into the catacombs using her lighter to guide her way. Lurkson dodged my attacks with ease. The bones bounced off the walls and floors and their hollow echoes were like the cries of the dead. Webbing covered my body and I welcomed the sticky silk as it shields my naked skin against the cold atmosphere.

Soon I realized that I murdered the perfect moment. My mind festered with possible ways I could have resolved the argument between Lurkson and Miss Easter. We could have had fun. Why did I go and ruin the moment?

Lurkson then picked up a skull and stared right at me. “Gothia? If you are going to desecrate the remains of the Longroper ancestors, do it with more gusto!”

He then slammed the skull against the altar. It shattered into pieces. It was such a horrid eruption that I watched the pieces fly in awe. I then took a forearm and snapped it in two against the corner of the altar.

Lurkson and I then hunted down bones and shattered them to pieces. I continued to cry but then the absurdity and heresy of our actions caused me to giggle. I never had fun like I did with Lurkson in that crypt. It was wonderfully dreadful.

I wish I savored that moment more.

It was fun I will never forget. My dear Lurkson took a dark scene and made it something special. I knew I had found my soulmate and after saving me, I was eager for him to be mine.

After we ran out of bones, I threw myself at Lurkson. I was in a daze and words filled with nonsense slipped my lips. He listened and held me with one hand, the other still holding the torch. He then assisted me in getting my dress back together.

I was an absolute mess with dirt and cobwebs decorating my body. I knew Maggy was going to be furious with me. My hair was especially messy and the tarantula I had placed there had fled.

Maggy hated it when my unruly hair was made more unkempt and wild.

Lurkson then said, “We should be going. It will be supper soon and Raven is waiting for us above.”

“Do we have time to quickly make love down here?” I asked hopefully.

“Let us leave and not risk your sister finding us here,” said Lurkson. “We can be together in the manor, in secret, behind locked doors.”

“I do not know if I want us to be secretive,” I said before Lurkson quietly took my hand and guided me out of the crypt. “But if that is what you wish for, Lurkson. Then so be it.”

Miss Easter was waiting for us outside the mausoleum. She braved the whole crypt herself and she stood with shame as I approached her. She struggled to look at me. She likely blamed herself for starting the argument with Lurkson and upsetting me.

I ran my hands through Miss Easter’s hair and touched her chin. She looked to me with big eyes that were begging for forgiveness. I expressed my acceptance of her quiet apology by kissing her on the cheek.

I then said, “I wish for Lurkson to have my first kiss because we are connecting in some profound way I cannot understand. But you, dear Raven Easter, can be my first kiss from a woman after I have Lurkson. Would that be alright?”

Miss Easter nodded and smiled. “I would like that very much.”

Lurkson snuffed out the torch and replaced it in its holder in the mausoleum. “We should return to the manor before anyone comes looking for us.”

“And what are we going to do about yourself and Madame Gothia?” asked Miss Easter. “You two are an utter disaster.”

Lurkson and I then held hands and smiled. And we somehow thought of the same response. ““Yes, an utterly dreadful disaster!””

I giggled with Lurkson and Miss Easter chuckled as we made our way back to Longroper manor.

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