PART TWO: THE FURTHER WE FOLD
Thoughts we fear
Seeking only a higher power to stave our decisions
Keep me close
For I may not see the next day with waking eyes
"DINE! FUCK! WE HAVE IT ALL MY DARLINGS!"
Ramblings and actions of a most adultery nature were in full effect. Wine and clothes were being given and thrown away to the wayside, his erratic nature was more than enough for the sinners to delve deep into their inhibitions.
Sex and a deep intoxication, these were all these fools knew.
"Dinosyus, my dear. She's wanting you again"
One of his clouded mistresses, relaying the message of a drunken sod like himself.
Fuck he was such a chore.
"Eh let her worry. Such a chore for me. More wine I'd say ahaha!"
Slapping his hand on her breasts as he took another swig from the chalice in his hand, such a lowly drunk he was. God of wine and worship.
The rabble of strangers and hedonistic desires ran free. Moans and gasps of both bodily fluids and words fled into the night, just the vile sight of it all made my stomach ache.
"Take me away from this shite Demia"
I spoke as I looked appalled, knowing our father's antics intimately didn't help. He reeked of seamen, alcohol and pure unjust decisions, such a putrid state of being.
"I'll take us upstairs brother, he won't know left from right eventually"
Grabbing my hand in just, I followed her onward.
His head suddenly tilted toward our movements, almost as if he knew what we were going to do, leaving this place with such haste as we were practically forced here by this man. Always one to show us off to the rest of them, his prized possessions, daughter and son.
"Hey my son! Don't take too long! I've got a bottle of elder harvest just for you!"
Laughing as he said this, the rest of the rabble screamed and cheered in admiration for a few fleeting seconds as they soon returned to their motions. Fucking, drinking, fucking again and drinking again.
Such vulgarity.
Maybe it was our father's antics that led me astray, but forbidden fruit I had to taste. Her beauty was grace, Grace was her humility to me. She was the only one sanity I had in this madness.
"Ugh … Zeroth… We can't.. "
Feeling her skin on mine, feeling her breasts, a pair of supple moulds for me to fondle. If anyone was to sleep with this woman, I couldn't imagine anyone else but myself.
"Father lead you astray"
Tasting her flesh, skin on my lips as I have into her divine body. God her taste, heaven to me. Creeping my hands through her toga underneath.
Her pussy felt so divine, soft lips, wet and gripping heavily on my every movement.
"ZEROTH!"
Blade piercing through my fingers, perfectly piercing in-between and shooting through the concrete wall beside us.
"Father would cut you down twenty times over, both of you"
Aslain, looking as ripe of a twenty two year old model as one with our stature would be. His blonde hair, long and flowing furiously from the wind he conjured for his knives to shoot where exactly he wanted them to. His naked stature, penis in full view of both of us as we swiftly moved away from each other.
"Oh come now Aslain, father's far too drunk to give any thought to my antics!"
Tasting my fingers for good measure in front of him, god her scent was divine.
Aslain, looking Demia up and down, making sure she was fine. Her stature showed that of one who was hesitant to accept, yet begging to need one's pleasurious thoughts inside her. Oh I could tell, her pussy was just begging to be ravaged, used by me, no one else could give her the satisfaction.
"...Aslan, it's… fine"
"Like hell it is! You're his sister! Do we not have morals here?!"
"Like you didn't have this thought rush through your dull head?"
I figured as I spoke, keeping our families in mind, knowing how much of a power move it would be for him to wed my sister. Easily taking over the covenant, his group of Eden killers would be a deathly blow to the House of Coren. Those bastards that aimed to hex us with such spells of exile and resistance.
"Eh? That's my father's will, not mine"
"Oh but you still hold your head up high for my sister don't you?"
Grabbing Demia once again, her moans as I did would further me with my show, parting her legs and showing Aslain her now naked pussy, throbbing and aching as I spread those luscious lips once again, cervix in full view as she moaned and struggled.
"Hmph, I can see why you're his son you vile heathen"
"VILE?!"
VILE?! Such a statement coming from the man who destroyed House Phariah, the 'One Word Widower' himself.
"Idiot, I'll slay you where you stand"
"Hah, just try it then"
Drawing his infamous dark knives. Shadows conjuring from his hands, each gap from his fingers a new blade to conjure.
"Demons…."
I'll let him think that.
Blades graced each other briefly as our stature met each one with a more than viscous intent.
"What's the matter widow maker? Not enough power left?"
"Oh I'll show you power if you want it, stain on our stature as you are!"
And should we show blades, father couldn't care.
He wouldn't.
Such a stain on our family.
Burden for our cause.
Demia.
I love you.
They can't take away our love…
Monday, 8AM
Only a matter of time darling…
Second semester of college.
A life made carefree as is such my pitiful thought of existence. Walking as per usual to my home room class, ready to sound off my name to the register for my teachers. Who would it be this time? Maybe Mrs Maybelle? She was a looker for sure, thighs for days my goodness. That dark oak wood hair flowing down, oh I'd bet she'd look good on the bed buck naked, begging for my cock to bust deep in her pussy…
…Oh…
…Tye… What happened?
"ROBIN!"
Grabbing my hand swiftly, pushing me away from the main pathway that surrounded our college campus, dragging me toward a small hallway between classes, secluded enough to shield away any teenage antics that one would consider inappropriate.
"Fuckin idiot thinks she can keep me away from you"
Taking out and holding a cigarette in her hand as she grabbed underneath her skirt with her other hand, quickly undressing her panties away from her crotch, purple, laced with a heart.
"Get your cock out idiot we need to fuck"
I'm sorry what?!
"Here I'll do it for you then"
Thrusting my pants down within a second, my naked cock now exposed, hard and stiff as a rock.
Shoving it in her pussy as I could only moan in reaction, her stature still calm and composed as she was bent over, coaxing my hips to move, my cock aching to release.
"Hurry up and cum, I need him inside me again"
Time passes, studies learn- Wait…
….Who's blood is this?
Class 2-4, Chemistry
Dead, they were all dead.
Wasn't I just…
…Leon, Mr Chan, they're all…
"Huh, it's what you wanted right?"
Demia, hands covered in blood, picking up a severed head of one of my class mates, clean cut, blood still pouring from underneath.
I think her name was Sarah. Lisben was the last name.
…Why?....
"She liked you. Only I get to like you"
Pushing her fingers into her mouth, tasting the remnants of blood left around her tongue, licking her lips as she did.
I need to vomit.
Grabbing my hand, hers still soaked in blood, coaxing me once more to feel below her now red painted dress.
"Fuck me and only me"
Eyes dilated, fear and panic, only words to enter my now throbbing brain.
Tye, Rose, where are you?!
Help…
HELP ME!
"Shhh, fuck up and make me cum"
Still holding the severed head of my once classmate as she moved my fingers into her, tears started to run down my face, still slowly starting to realize exactly what was happening, if it was fake or reality, this was…
"Vile? Oh babe, we're just getting started"
Perching herself on top of me, reaching for my crotch and pulling out my cock once more.
"Hehehe, make me fucking cum you bitch"
WHERE IS EVERYONE?!
ANYONE?!
…Help…
Ugh yes
My mistress
My love
Mine to rob
Mine to fuck
Mine to use
…SEVEN FLESH DREAILMENT…
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