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Carissa leant in, unbidden, to press her lips to Vasiliki’s slack mouth in a lingering kiss, then took fetish her dead lover’s skull in both hands to suck and lick the spunk from the warm flesh. A low sigh started amongst the watching victims and built in a crescendo to a collective, ecstatic moaning of one name. “Dmitri!” they chanted. “Dmitri”! The unseen bell began to toll to the same rhythm. Everyone stood, and Pavel too stepped out of his remaining clothes to join them, blood-spattered, still erect and seized by a heady and passionate mood. He looked down at the red sword in his fist absently, as though surprised to see it there, and then his eyes landed on Natalya’s upturned, young body. Sensing his intention, she braced herself more firmly on her upper back and shoulders, spreading her legs further apart to give him free access. This was everything she had ever dreamt of, she thought happily, as the man who had used her unthinkingly as nothing more than a seat reversed his grip on the hilt of the braquemard and aimed it at her crotch. “The Pallid Mask!” she proclaimed joyously, and the sword sank deep into her proffered cunt and on through the abdomen until its cruel tip pierced her heart and sent her soaring to Demhe. “Dmitri! Dmitri! Dmitri!” the urgent chanting continued from every mouth save Pavel’s. Women soaked in blood, sweat and cunt-juice, others still oiled and perfumed ready for use, and even those who had served as furnishings or as holders for candles stood together in the summoning. Then, with a terrible crash, the door to the chapel was flung open and masturbation four figures stood starkly outlined in the entrance. Pavel heard his own voice cry out, “Mother of Kazan”!   YEWUBDAR Pavel sat back in a club chair in Dmitri’s private room, drawing luxuriously on a mild cigar and swirling his chacha in an oversized brandy glass. He had slept extremely well, bathed and breakfasted at leisure and then enjoyed a pre-prandial stroll through the wooded hills, up pussy to the crucifixion mound and back, before an immensely satisfying lunch of cold slices from Vasiliki’s haunches, grilled with cinnamon. Calm, relaxed and at peace with himself, he was a different man to the anguished and defeated Pavel who had amateur arrived at the convent the previous day. Watching Yewubdar’s beautiful form cross the floor to pour Dmitri another drink, he recalled his first sight of the men when they had burst into the chapel so dramatically. They appeared like mountain beasts of ancient Svitavian legend. Their jaws had been completely re-sculpted, and their snarling mouths revealed rows of outsized implants – great canines and carnassials gleaming and champing. Pierre sported the huge tusks of a wild boar while Leon’s front teeth were now long and pointed like a bat’s. Their hands, too, had been surgically remodelled so that each man’s fingers ended with hooked, black talons like a wyvern’s claws. Their hair and beards were long and flowing. Pavel had lived for many years with photographs and film footage of the four of them, but now felt as though he were seeing a fantastic, hallucinatory version from their own victims’ sexual nightmares. There had certainly been a dreamlike quality to what followed. Leon was the first mature to take a woman. He bore down on the voluptuous Asian with his hard face twisted into a bestial snarl, teeth bared, and claws outstretched like a grey forest wolf. She offered herself with the attitude of a martyr meeting ravening beasts in the arena, wrapping her arms and legs around his lean body to draw him close and throwing her head back so that her soft throat was exposed and vulnerable. Pavel recalled her face vividly; ecstatic and glorious as she announced her vision of the Pallid Mask and then even more beautiful in the moment when his fangs pierced her jugular. The others had their prey just as brutally; Pierre opened the throat of one woman with his left hand and immediately drew another eager sacrifice to kneel in the fountain of gore while he stabbed his right fiercely into her bosom and belly. Grigori flung his chosen victim to the floor and had her in such a mad frenzy with hands and teeth that she was roughly decapitated, blood pumping across the room from the jagged remains of her slender neck. And when Madame first interviewed Kiko, the young nurse, she made it clear that she would have to mature fill in for her in my bed for the present, too. Are you okay?" John got right in my face with the camera on the phone and snapped a picture. “No Ma’am, err... Wahida looked at me, her eyes wide. You must embrace total defilement – you must find the submitted bitch inside yourself and transcend shame”. She has told me she likes it when her breasts are hurt, because it's what they deserve for being so big and slutty. “Oh my god I was so so close.” I sighed while he slowly slid his finger in and out of me after we stopped kissing. "Oh yeah!" he answered. You come, strip for us, serve us drinks, suck off a few of them, I’m sure they would help contribute to your debt.” Her stockings and heels were a mess from crawling, peeing, and the fetish fucking and now they were soaked as well. It is a smiling indeterminate aged teen, with a grown woman’s body. 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I reached for my cell phone and went to my Instagram account to pull out pictures from sophomore year. Turn up at the Mayim Research Clinic tomorrow night at 6 pm, and then each weeknight following at the same time. She looked up him with tears in her eyes. For all of Zeke’s good points, he was no angel. See all of the naked people around.