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339Edith screened like a banshee.He felt no bliss. He should have done. He could feel his cock pumping sperm into Edith%u2019s arse but there was no overwhelming flood of ecstasy.He looked down at her open mouth. She was writhing in agony as a crucifix was suddenly pressed into her forehead, and the Dean was uttering words in Latin close to his ear.A cross on a chain fell over his head. He looked around to see Jasmine smiling, a cross and chain slipping over her head too. She reached up and kissed him. And Edith stopped screaming and lay still and lifeless.%u201cIt%u2019s done!%u201d The Dean said loudly. %u201cWell done, Ken.%u201dIt was the day of the funeral. Jasmine stood beside Ken as the coffin was lowered into the ground, holding his hand firmly. Many of his family and Edith%u2019s friends and family were present.It had been over two weeks since the moment of the exorcism of Jasmine in the undertaker%u2019s basement, where afterwards the Dean had told him how it was done. At the moment of Ken%u2019s orgasm, Nancy had transferred Ken%u2019s bliss into the body of Edith where the Devil had gone to, from Jasmine, to entertain itself with Ken. The heavenly bliss and the kiss of Paradise was pain and torment to the Devil who had came out of her but was unable to possess anyone else present as they all wore crucifixes. It was driven back to hell.There was no religious service at the funeral. Edith did not believe in religion but Ken had asked the Dean to come with Nancy to say a few words as the coffin and Edith were laid to rest in the earth. The Dean stepped forward to the edge of the grave and in a loud voice, said, %u201cWe lay to rest the body of our beloved Edith. We must The Devil Drops By