I wanted to combine all the different genres I write in and this is what happened. I would love feedback to know if it is worth working on a sequel. If anyone knows of a website I can post non-erotic stories on please leave a comment or PM me.
I sit on the throne like chair in the corner of the room and look at the beautiful young brunette bouncing on my cock, I reach my hands out and as I pinched her nipples she cries out in pleasure as an orgasm tears through her body. I reach up with one hand and using the long, sharp and hardened fingernail of my index finger I draw it across her throat, slashing her neck wide open, blood gushes out of her wound and showers my naked body in the hot, thick red liquid and I try to catch as much of it in my mouth as I could taking several deep gulps as my mouth fills with the sweet blood of a newly defiled virgin.
The rest of the girls in the room continue their seductive dance, I could see the fear and panic in their eyes as inwardly each of them hope that they wouldn’t be chosen next but they keep the smiles plastered on their faces and don’t miss a beat in their shared highly erotic dance, they couldn’t, they would keep dancing until they either collapsed due to exhaustion or I got bored with them.
I pass my gaze over the naked teen girls taking notice of their curves, their unblemished skin and the cute innocent faces that by now would be all over the TV, social media and the newspapers marking them as missing.
“You.” I snap pointing at the tiny blonde, I didn’t need to say anything else she just automatically moved towards me, her hands roaming over her own body in a seductive manner, she hovers above my lap buries her face against my neck and slowly lowers herself so she is impaled on my hard cock, she cries out and lightly bites my neck as I break through her hymen and claim another virginity.
The small blonde slowly rides me, whimpering softly in pain as my cock moves inside her extremely tight pussy. She is very tight and I am very big which is a recipe for pain and discomfort for the both of us.
“Stop your fucking whimpering.” I snarl as I pull the little blonde off of me and throw her across the room like she weighs next to nothing, “you should feel honoured to be allowed near me let alone have me inside you.”
I can see tears in the blondes eyes, she is obviously in pain and terrified of me, she should be.
I stand up and towering over all of the girls I stare down at the blonde with annoyance, “all of you should feel blessed to be here today in the presence of divinity.” I bellow making the blonde cower and the other girls look absolutely terrified as they are forced to continue their erotic dancing.
“You.” I growl at a tall muscular redhead who quickly dances over to me and presses her naked toned body against me, “kill her.” I said pointing at the small blonde who was still sprawled on the floor looking weak and pathetic, the redhead walks over to the blonde.
“Please no.” The blonde whispers pleading with me not to kill her. I watch with a slight smile on my lips as the redhead wraps her hands around the blondes throat and squeezes. I watch in sadistic joy as the blonde struggles and fights for her life but she isn’t strong enough to stop the redhead from choking her until her eyes roll into the back of her head and she stops struggling as the life is drained out of her.
The redhead lets go of the blonde and moves back over to me pressing herself against me again as the blonde lay on the floor not moving, with the redhead still clinging to me I stroll over to the blonde and kick her hard in the ribs, she doesn’t move, the redhead has done exactly as I had wanted.
“Good girl.” I say quietly before kissing her hard, claiming her as mine. I walk back over to the throne and sit, the redhead sits on my lap and starts to softly kiss across my stomach as I run my hand up her leg and start to tease her pussy.
“Did you enjoy killing her?” I whisper to the redhead and I feel a shiver run through her body, “answer me truthfully.” I tell her.
“No.” She whispers breathlessly before looking up at me in shock like she hadn’t meant to say that.
“Shame.” I mutter raising my free hand to her throat, “so beautiful.” I continue as I run my hand from her throat down over her breasts and towards her pussy, “if your answer had been different you might have survived tonight.” I whisper to her with a short, quiet laugh.
She looks at me her eyes wide filled with fear and panic, I think she hopes to see some humanity in my gaze but she wont find any in me because I’m not human, I’m better than human, I am a living god walking the earth and as a god I can and will do anything I want, whenever I want.
“How about you?” I address my question to the girl with black hair, “would you enjoy killing?” I ask as she continues to dance.
“I don’t know.” She says panting with exhaustion.
“Well you might have a chance to find out.” I tell the girl with black hair while smiling at her cruelly, “once I’m done with this one you’ll have the opportunity to prove yourself.” I laugh sharply, “who knows you might even enjoy it.”
I lift up the redhead who is sitting on my lap and bring her crashing back down, slamming my cock deep inside her, I bury my whole length inside her and claim yet another virginity. The redhead screams in pure agony as I slam inside her.
“You’re gonna fuck yourself with my cock.” I tell the redhead and she starts to slowly move, it’s obvious that she is in pain as she whimpers and makes quiet sounds of pain while still trying to use my cock to fuck herself, “you’re gonna have to do better than that.” I tell her cruelly.
The redhead starts to pick up the pace and bounces faster and harder on top of me using the arms of the throne to support herself as she bounces on me. She cries out as an orgasm ravages her making her collapse against me shaking and in tears, I push her off of me and she falls to the floor still shaking with tears running over her face.
“Do it.” I snap at the girl with black hair, “and make it interesting.” I warn her.
The girl with the black hair stops dancing and strolls over to the redhead who is curled up on the floor still shaking and making soft noises of pain and pleasure as her orgasm continues to tear through her. The black haired girl reaches down for the redhead and untangles her arms and legs so the redhead is lying spread eagle looking weak and vulnerable, it disgusts me how weak and fragile humans can be, they are so easily breakable.
The black haired girl just looks down at the redhead who had been released from the throes of her orgasm and is looking up with tear filled eyes pleading with the black haired girl not to do this but to instead help her escape to get away from me and get to safety. The black haired girl looks down at the redhead with blank eyes before raising her foot above the redheads face and then brings it down hard on the redheads throat. I watch in amusement as the blow from the black haired girls foot crushes the redheads throat leaving her struggling on the floor, desperately clawing at her throat to try and draw a breath to keep herself alive.
“Look into her eyes and watch.” I order the black haired girl and watch as she stares into the redheads eyes as she panics and struggles to draw in a breath, a breath that wont come. The black haired girl stares into he eyes of the redhead as the life is slowly drained out of her. I smile knowing that I had removed my compulsion from the black haired girl before ordering her to kill the redhead, so everything she did was of her own freewill, that means she chose to kill the redhead and to stare into her eyes as she slowly died.
“Now, over here.” I order and the black haired girl moves quickly over to me and moves onto my lap, just as she is about to guide my cock into her a voice distracts me.
“Are you done with your playthings yet brother?” The voice asks and I look across the room at my sister, she looks just like me, tall just a little under seven feet tall with long black hair that falls below our shoulder blades, our bodies are muscled but not like bodybuilders but more like a wiry professional athlete, we are massively strong but we don’t look it, we can throw humans around like they weigh next to nothing and most cars and vans pose no problems. Apart from our genders we are near enough identical we both even have a tattoo like mark on our forearms over our wrists which marks us both as our fathers children, children of The Beast.
“I will be soon.” I growl at my sister, “this one might be joining us.” I tell my sister referring to the black haired girl.
“Why?” My sister snaps sounding annoyed, “does she remind you of me, is that it? You want to fuck me but because I wont let you then you just settle for a terrible lookalike.”
“You think too much of yourself sister.” I laugh, “she’s coming with us because everyone needs a good minion or two.” I reach up and cup the black haired girls chin in my hand, “and isn’t she pretty.” I trail my hand from her face down to breasts and trace my fingers around her nipples before moving down over her stomach and to her pussy.
The black haired girl tries to suppress a moan as my fingers come into contact with her pussy, “look how sensitive she is sister, surely even you could enjoy that.” I laugh as I tease the black haired girls sensitive pussy and clit.
“Just hurry up, I want to leave.” My sister snaps looking at me and the black haired girl with murder in her eyes.
I just smile back at her as I thrust upwards and enter the black haired girl hard, forcing all of myself inside her and claiming her virginity. The speed and strength of my thrust makes her cry out in a mix of pain an pleasure, she continues to moan loudly as I fuck her hard and fast trying to make myself orgasm.
I growl as I orgasm and shoot a load of cum into the black haired girl, as my cum shoots out of my cock the black haired girl screams, tenses up and starts vibrating like crazy. My cum has a wondrous effect on humans, just one drop of it in or on a human will trigger an instantaneous and extremely powerful orgasm. The black haired girl collapses away from me and lands on the floor with a thump.
I sit and wait for a couple of minutes to let the black haired girl regain her senses and I notice with some satisfaction the rising annoyance of my sister. When the black haired girl has regained her senses I decide to speak to her.
“Did you enjoy killing?” I ask her using my compulsion to make her answer me truthfully.
“A little bit.” She sounds nervous and then she looks up at me with small smile on her face and says, “if you did that to me every time I kill someone I think I would quickly grow to enjoy killing.” Her hands shoots to her face and she clamps them over her mouth, she hadn’t meant to say that but because I’d used my compulsion to make her tell me the truth she hadn’t been able to stop herself.
“I can make you feel pleasures that the human mind would not believe real.” I tell her brushing a strand of sweat matted hair out of her face, “but you will have to do everything I say without question or hesitation, no matter what it is that I ask.” I tell her so she knows what I am asking of her.
“If I do you’ll make me feel like that again?” She asks softly with a hopeful look on her face.
“Quite likely but like I said you will have to do anything and everything I say.” I tell her again.
“I’ll do anything.” She whispers breathlessly.
I knew she would agree, they always do but they always disappoint in the end and then I have to get rid of them which leaves me without a minion and fuck toy for a while but that isn’t a problem l can do my own dirty work and with just a little compulsion even the strongest of women will eagerly become another hole for me to use.
“What’s your name?” I ask the black haired girl.
“Abby.” She whispers.
“Sister would you get Abby some clothes.” I say it more as a statement than a question.
My sister bares her teeth and snarls at me, “I’m not your fucking minion.” She snaps, “you’re not my boss.”
I lunge at her and in a split second I have my long, sharp and hardened fingernails pressed against her throat.
“I’m the older, the stronger and more intelligent of the two of us so I think I am the boss.” I tell her as I let my fingernails dig deeper into her throat drawing a few beads of black blood.
My sisters blood red eyes meet mine and she smiles slightly, I feel a tap against my stomach and I look down to see her own long, sharp and hardened fingernails pressing against my stomach.
“I don’t think so brother.” She practically growls the words at me sounding like a feral beast.
I laugh loudly, “well played sister.” I smile at her and remove my fingernails from her throat, “would you get Abby some clothes please.” I say calmly.
“Fine but only this once I will not look after your minion.” She tells me removing her fingernails from my stomach and takes a couple of steps backwards away from me, “you want a pet, you look after it.” She snaps before walking away, a minute or two later she walls back into the room and throws some clothes at Abby. Abby quickly dresses in a low cut black T shirt and black denim jeans as I dress in my own all black clothes.
As a group we walk out of the building and into the smoky night, I can hear sirens blaring all around us and I instantly know this hasn’t been an average night in Glasgow, while I’d been having fun my sister had been out.
“Where?” I ask my sister with a smile on my face.
“A hospital, an orphanage and a nursing home.” She tells me with a laugh.
“The nursing home was a waste of time.” I tell her, “they were already close to death all you did was lessen their suffering. The orphanage was a good idea, the children and all those lost possibilities, I can practically smell it in the air.” I smile, it’s true I can almost smell it, deep in the scent of the smoke the smell of young dead and all of their lost possibilities is thick and almost has a physical presence.
“I purified them with fire.” My sister tells me like she is in a trance as she sways from side to side, “I ended their lives of suffering and servitude and sent them to father.”
“You sound like you’re preaching sister, you really think you’re better than me because you kill more in one go.” I growl at her, my anger flaring.
“I am preaching and you should be too or do you not believe in the might of our father.” She snaps and I can tell her anger is also flaring up.
“I do believe in his power.” I tell her quietly putting as much malice into my voice as possible, “I just don’t believe he would want people sucking up to him like they do to the false god.”
My sister growls at me like an animal and I can see her body weight shift slightly and her hands curl and her fingers with the long nails look like claws, she is getting ready to attack me, it makes me want to laugh, she likes to think she could take me in a fight but she is sadly mistaken.
In the blink of an eye my sister lunges, she moves faster than any human would be able to see but I can track her easily, I prepare to smash my fist against her head and stun her, I don’t want to kill her, yet, I need her to help me search for the Key Of The Beast, the key that can be used to free our father but it requires two direct descendants of The Beast to use it.
My sister surprises me with her attack because she doesn’t lunge at me but at Abby. Before I can even think about what I’m doing I quickly move to protect Abby but as I move I realize that I can’t stop my sister from killing Abby without getting hurt myself, usually in this kind of situation I wouldn’t do anything after all humans are just playthings that I can throw away when I inevitably break them but I now find myself getting between my sister and Abby.
My sister slams into me and her fingernails pierce my stomach and a jolt of pain shoots through me. I hear both my sister and Abby gasp as I pull my sisters fingernails out of my stomach, in one swift movement I spin ninety degrees and throw my sister a good few metres down the street.
“We done now?” I roar the question at my sister and get a quiet and weak ‘yes' in reply.
Certain that my sister has calmed down and poses no danger I turn around to Abby who is staring at me in shock and horror as black blood slowly leaks from the wound in my stomach.
“Remember you said you would do anything for me?” I ask her and she slowly nods her head, “well I need you to do something for me.” I tell her and I know that my voice has become husky, an automatic thing that happens when my body is trying to influence someone but I’m trying not to.
“Anything.” She whispers breathlessly. I take her hand and turn it so the vulnerable veins in her wrist is faced upwards, I use a fingernail to slice into her wrist opening a small wound that I swiftly clamp my mouth around. Human blood has powerful healing properties for beings like me and my sister, our ancestors are where the myths of bloodsuckers originated.
As I drink the blood from her wound Abby’s free hand slides into my hair and she holds my head to her wrist and moans loudly, I want to pull away from her wrist to tell her to be quiet but the taste of her blood, her hand entwined in my hair and the sounds of her moans urges me to drink more from her, if I do it could kill her. I jerk my head away from her wrist, wrenching her hand out of my hair.
“Wh-what?” Abby stammers confused at my sudden movements, a second later her legs give out and she starts to fall to the floor but I quickly catch her to stop her from hitting the floor and getting hurt.
“If I hadn’t stopped you could have died.” I tell her softly, “I don’t want that, a good minion is hard to come by.” I tell her and I’m surprised when she weakly smiles at me.
“You care.” She whispers with that smile still on her face.
I almost laugh at her statement, humans are playthings, sex toys and occasionally food so I care about them like that but I don’t care for or have any love for humans.
“I don’t care, I just enjoy watching humans kill humans in nice intimate settings.” I tell her, I don’t like wars and stuff like that, it feels impersonal and detached, the anguish and terror doesn’t have the same flavour as when a single human kills another.
“We need to get moving.” My sister says as she strolls up to me with a frown on her face and a cut running down the side of her face.
“Maybe you should get someone to eat first.” I say looking at her face and what looks like a fairly deep cut.
“I’ll be fine.” My sister snaps before hurrying on, “I just want to find the Key, release father and be free of you.”
I smile at my sister, “for once we agree.” I sigh, “let’s get going then.” I start walking towards the car that belonged to the owner of the club I had spent the night in and usher Abby into the passenger seat before jumping into the drivers seat forcing my sister into the back of the car. I start the car and smile as the V8 engine roars into life.
“Do you know where the Key is?” Abby asks.
“Glastonbury, I think.” I tell her, I hear a snort from my sister in the backseat, we have had a few arguments about the location of the Key in the past a lot of them have become physical with punches being thrown and wounds being inflicted.
“That’s like hundreds of miles away.” Abby says shocked and I think a little worried about travelling so far from home.
“Just over four hundred miles, we will be covering most of England.” I tell her and I smile slightly.
“Let’s fucking go already.” My sister snaps and I agree with her.
I put the car into gear and we screech off down the street and on our way to Glastonbury to find The Key Of The Beast that will free our father (Satan) and then we will bring about a new age on this planet.