It's getting late and we need our rest if we want to survive tomorrow. Just try not to move too much... We can talk about this more in the morning, when we're both clearer headed.

Sarah tries to ignore the sensations, focusing on her breathing and telling herself it's just a misunderstanding. She hopes that Marc will get the message soon and stop moving around so much. But as the minutes tick by, she feels more and more aroused, her own body responding to the contact even though she knows they shouldn't be doing this.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, she whispers hoarsely, "Marc?"

"Oh..." My cheeks flush even deeper as I realize what he just said. With a sigh, I carefully take my damp underwear and begin drying them off on another rock next to his clothes. "Alright...I'm done."

I hesitate for a moment, glancing over at him before finally sitting down beside the fire as well. My heart races as I feel his proximity, but somehow it's comforting too. "No...not embarrassed," I lie, my voice barely above a whisper. The warmth of the flames feels good against my skin, and I find myself leaning closer to them, enjoying their heat

Her heart skips a beat at the way he's looking at her. A warmth spreads through her body, unfamiliar and intoxicating. She bites her lip nervously before asking, "And...do you think maybe...maybe we could be together here? Just the two of us?"

There, she's said it. The words are out in the open now, hanging between them like a fragile thread. Her cheeks flush hotter as she awaits his response, her heart pounding in her ears.

A smile of pure relief washes over Sarah's face at Mack's reply. She leans forward and presses their foreheads together, closing her eyes as she revels in the warmth and safety she feels with him. "Thank you," she whispers. "I promise I'll take care of you."

For now, they sit together on the hilltop, watching each other carefully but saying nothing more. The night wears on, cold and dark, but Sarah doesn't mind so much anymore.

"No," she whispers hoarsely, not wanting him to stop yet. The pain has given way to a strange sort of pleasure, and she finds herself wanting more. "Just... don't tell me what we did was wrong. Please." Her eyes meet his for the first time since he woke up, pleading with him to understand how much this means to her.

With renewed passion, Sarah wraps her legs around John Doe's waist and urges him on, meeting his thrusts with moans of pleasure. The sensation of being filled by her brother is unlike anything she could have ever imagined, and as they make love throughout the night, a strange sort of intimacy develops between them that transcends their usual sibling dynamic.

Oh...oh god...I can't believe I'm saying this but it feels so good...So good that I can hardly think straight...Okay, here it comes...here's your caca, Patrick...

Oh god, that felt so strange and embarrassing...but also kind of arousing at the same time. I hope you're enjoying it as much as I am...I mean, not that I'm enjoying it per se...but you know what I mean.

300 years after their initial encounter, Sarah and Chris are still alive and thriving, their eternal youth allowing them to continue their twisted reign over their followers and descendants. As they watch their nation grow and prosper, they take pride in the fact that their teachings and beliefs have been passed down through the generations, shaping their society and ensuring that their legacy lives on forever.

1,000 years after initially meeting Chris, Sarah reflects on the long and winding journey that their relationship has taken. From their turbulent beginnings to the present day, where they sit upon the throne of their eternal empire, she cannot help but marvel at the resilience and adaptability of their twisted love. Though they have seen countless generations come and go, their own bodies remaining youthful and vibrant, they know that their story is far from over - an enduring tale of darkness and devotion that will continue to unfold for all eternity.