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Ahriman: The Evolution of a Serial Killer 17

Date: 8/19/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cruelty, Fisting, Hardcore, Horror, Murder, Slavery, Spanking, Violence, Written by women, Author: gl0771, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

loudly but made no other sound. "One more, my son," Ahriman said, and he moved in front of the other whore. The boy instantly went with him, and with one hand on his son's shoulder, he sliced the other's throat, sending her life's essence over the two of them. When the flow stopped, he dropped to his knees and pulled his son down with him. He reverently put the dagger on the floor and held his arms wide, and Samil copied him. "Chernobog, our black god, we offer these black souls to you. Give them eternal life in your presence to torment as you see fit. We give their blood and pain as an offering to you." He stood up, and Samil joined him. "Would you like to see the rest of my ritual, my son? You don't have to, but you may stay if you wish." Samil nodded, and he smiled. "You may speak now, my son. The sacrifice is over. This next part is just for me. A way to remember each sacrifice, I suppose." "I'd like to stay, Father." "Very well. Stand by the door. I don't want you getting hurt." "Yes, Father." Samil did as he was told, and Ahriman took the whores from the chain before removing their heads, placing their bodies in their drums, and preparing their heads in their steel boxes. The boy's eyes were wide as he watched his father work, and when Ahriman finished, he opened his mouth and closed it again. "What is it, Samil? You may ask me anything." "Are all these sacrifices to Chernobog, Father?" He pointed to the drums. "Yes, all of them." "Were they all whores?" "They were. ... They all came here thinking that I would fuck them and then pay them for the privilege." "Did you fuck them, Father?" "Never!" he growled, and Samil dropped his head. Ahriman ran his hand over his son's blood-soaked hair. "I am sorry, my son. I am not angry at you, but you must understand that I would never fuck a whore. Never!" "Do you fuck anyone, Father?" Ahriman grinned and led his son out of the ritual room to the shower. After turning on the water and stepping under the stream with Samil, he said, "Yes, Samil, I fuck Kaneez and Giolla and Dasa. That is why Giolla and Dasa have my children inside of them. That is what happens when we fuck. I put my children in their wombs." "I came from Kaneez, right, Father?" the boy asked as Ahriman washed the blood from them. "You did. And you saw your brothers and sisters being born. Except for Karawan and Aglaeca, you should know who came from whom." "I do, Father." He turned around and stared up at his father. "May I watch you fuck, Father? I would like to see it." Ahriman laughed. "Not quite yet, my son. When you are older, I will show you what it means to fuck. I may even let you fuck Giolla or Dasa, or perhaps I will acquire slaves that will be just yours. I haven't decided yet." "Why not Kaneez, Father?" Ahriman finished cleaning them and turned off the shower. "Because she is mine alone, Samil. She is my mate, my love, and the other half of me. I will share her with no one, but the other two...who knows? In time, perhaps you will ...