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“Get on your fucking knees and lick my pussy.”

Like the obedient puppy he was, he did as I commanded.

I watched as our new butcher, covered in an executioner's cloak, circled the line of familiars. Jordan licked my pussy like he was convincing me to choose him while I watched the other man slit the throat of every servant in front of me.

The cold room slowly heated up with all of our activity. I watched intently as the executioner skinned the servants alive, listening to them scream while their flesh was pulled away from their muscles. Each scream pushed me closer to the edge of climax. Jordan groaned as I spasmed around his tongue. I forced Jordan’s head further into my pussy making him wrench every last wave of ecstasy out of me before my pleasure died down. The humans’ faces contorted with horror as the man before me continued his work. I watched as the executioner’s deformed back flexed with each pull of flesh.

“I need more,” I pleaded, watching the executioner do his job.

My mind wandered to fantasies of the executioner in his black mask and nothing else. I bet his dick would be girthy and long, fucking me into next year as he whispered all of his conquests and the things he was commanded to do, explaining to me in great detail how he filleted humans for dinner.

“I need a dick inside of my pussy, right now.”

Jordan’s breath stuttered. Behind his mask, the executioner’s eyes bored into mine as he filleted the last human in front of him. The sound of the human’s scream echoed into the chamber as I cried out in pleasure when Jordan flicked his tongue against the hood of my clit like the good little boy he was, throwing me over the edge of ecstasy again.

I stared right into the eyes of the executioner, biting my lip and grinding my pussy against Jordan’s face.

His tongue skills were not what I wanted them to be, but I ground against him, hoping to suffocate him with my juices.

The executioner sliced the skin, pulling it off the bone while staring directly at me. The atmosphere of lust and desire filled the room with a hot thickness. Jordan pulled me down to the ground, removing his pants and pulling his hard dick out. My eyes didn’t leave the executioner’s and his didn’t leave mine.

When Jordan’s dick entered me, I imagined the executioner’s blade. We each made moves we wished we could do to each other, whilst I came around Jordan’s cock.

I moaned and licked my lips, staring at his covered face. He sawed the limbs off the first human. All of a sudden, cracks echoed around us, lost amongst Jordan’s grunts near my ear. The executioner slapped the detached limb against the next human who let out a groan of agony. When he shoved fingers down the throat of the next person, his other hand ran down to his crotch as the second human vomited against the decapitated arm in their mouth.

I wrapped my arms and legs around Jordan and continued to watch the executioner over his shoulder. I moaned as he forced the next victim’s head down, making him swallow his hard, mutilated dick while he sliced through his back and broke his spine in two.

Jordan’s thrust became erratic. He was close. I squeezed my vaginal muscles around him until he let out a groan of pleasure all while the executioner finished pulling the spine up to the skull out of the skin.

Jordan laid on me, catching his breath as I watched the executioner turn around, lift half of his face cover up, and lick his blood coated fingers.

My eyes rolled back in ecstasy as another small wave of pleasure coursed through me, pulsating around Jordan’s softening dick.

ChapterSeven

Valka

Ineeded to know who he was. The butcher.

I couldn’t stop thinking about him as I paced the dark hallways, staring at the old maroon and purple floral wallpaper shadowed by our gargoyles.

“Valka.”

Startled and caught off guard, I turned around with a gasp when someone called my name. My mood soured when I saw who it was.

“What the fuck are you doing here Logan?”

Dressed in a dark suit and dark shirt, he ran his hand through his thick hair pulling my focus to the scar I gave him. The wound was slowly healing, but not fast enough. I suppressed a grin.

“Where’s my brother?”

This fucker comes intomyhouse and demands answers? I crossed my arms, pushing up my breasts in my low-cut dress. “How the hell should I know? Don’t you guys meet all the time? He’s your brother. You keep track of your puppy.”

His eyes were glued to my cleavage despite the venom he spewed. “You’re a real bitch, you kno—”

“We’ve established this already. Get to the point. What the hell do you want Logan?”

He was cutting into my fantasies about the butcher and it pissed me off. I still didn’t know what his usual schedule consisted of to catch him. All I could think about was his broad face and the way he enticed me with his debauched ways with livestock.

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