1. 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

    put your own child within them someday." He led his son out of the room and took their clothing from the ritual room. "Now, get dressed and come with me." He dressed as well. As open as his family was, he knew what being exposed to sex too early did to a child, and he didn't want that for any of his children. He had wondered at what age to introduce the idea of masturbating, but Samil had solved that problem for him the day he found the boy in the bathroom, stroking himself to an orgasm. A dry one, of course. He hadn't been able to produce cum when he was eight, and he still couldn't, but he had shown his son that giving yourself pleasure was not a bad or evil thing. Samil had shown his younger brothers, Karawan and Mukesh, shortly afterwards, and one day about a year ago, Aglaeca had seen them. "Papa," she had asked. "What are the boys doing?" "They are giving themselves pleasure," he had answered, and she had sighed heavily. "What is it, my sweet?" "I wish girls could do that, too." He had laughed. "They can, dear one. I'll have Kaneez show you, all right?" The smile that had graced her face had torn his heart wide open, and the next day, she had given him a hug and thanked him profusely. Now, he left the ritual room, and Samil followed. He carefully avoided their bloody footprints, but he stopped when he felt Samil's hand on his arm. "Father, there wasn't that much blood in that room when we went in. Who will clean it up?" Ahriman continued walking. "Usually I do, my son, ...
    but since I am about to be quite busy, I'll have Dasa do it this time." They didn't speak until they were upstairs, and then he told Dasa to clean the ritual room, and she instantly ran downstairs. Giolla's command was to watch all the children, and then he grabbed Kaneez by the arm and pulled her upstairs, Samil watched them go with intense interest. "My Lord?" she whispered. "What is it?" "Why is Samil watching us?" He chuckled. He said nothing, though, until they were in their bedroom. He started unbuttoning his shirt and said, "Strip, Kaneez, and kneel on the floor, chest on the bed." She didn't hesitate, and his cock stiffened as she untied her black robe and pulled it off her shoulders before hanging it on the back of the door and positioning herself as he had commanded. He continued undressing as he said, "How many times shall I make you cum, my love? Five? Six? More?" She shook her head, and his cock stiffened more. Ahriman walked behind Kaneez and yanked her head back by her hair, exposing her neck to him as he knelt between her calves. "Tell me what you want, my love," he whispered in her ear. "Other than fucking you. I know that." He dropped his free hand down to her clit and hooked his pinkie into her ring as he bit into her neck, drawing blood. He licked the drops of the crimson fluid from her skin, and then he sealed his lips around the wounds and sucked hard. Kaneez groaned and said, "Kaneez wants whatever My Lord wants." "Good answer," he said, and he tugged ...