Keith's Secret - Bloody Seduction Vol 1

Chapter 2

Keith

The darkness is gradually setting. A smile stretches my lips. It's almost time to move on to the meal. My appetite was whetted just by smelling the smell of the little thing that joined our home. Her scent wafts through every room she enters. I'm excited to know that she'll soon be part of our game.

In the meantime, we're preparing for our somber family home evening. Steafan sets up the black candles, while I get dressed to get some food. Outside, I glance out at our new occupant's window. From what I've seen, it looks more decent than the others. I hope I am not misleading about his fate. If not, my brother will make me pay for it and choose the next one.

We have already started a search to replace our guest. We both know she won't stay long. Maybe she'll even leave us before three months have passed? Only fate and our desires will tell!

When I walk through the door of the house, accompanied by a female, I head straight for the living room. It's very likely that the little thing won't disturb us during the night... Unless she didn't drink her glass of water filled with sleeping pills.

One thing's for sure with her, we're going to have to be wary. Author, it's okay. But the mix of romance and crime doesn't mean anything good to me. This means that she will look for clues about what happened before. Under no circumstances should his presence prevent us from continuing to live as we are accustomed to. Otherwise, she will be forced to bend to our desires, to stay with us.

Steafan smiled at what I was holding in my arms. He shifts to let me place our meal on the black napkin surrounded by candles. Our natural passive receiver doesn't budge a bit, lets itself be done, completely at our mercy. On the table set up for the occasion, she stretches, then closes her eyes. She's ready.

We both crouch down in silence. Steafan begins his incantations, while I keep my head down, observing my erect member. As the minutes go by, I start to be less and less able to stand the wait. I have only one desire; eat. Which is not to my brother's liking. The latter always prefers to take his time and do things right.

Silence reasserts itself. Steafan grabs the empty silver chalice just waiting to be filled. For this task, I take care of it as usual. With a steady hand, I take the knife that we use for our satanic practices once a month. My arm goes up, as our receiver seems to understand that something is wrong. With my other hand, I shake my dick against her slit. My smile stretches as our eyes meet. She's scared and I'm excited.

My hand, still in the air above her belly, lets the blade brush against her skin. Steafan motions for me to go. I don't waste any more time and penetrate our victim with a powerful thrust of my loins. A scream escapes his throat. The cold blade punctures his abdomen. Blood is already draining from the wound. Steafan collects as much as he can in his chalice, which glows in the moonlight through the window. Without stopping my back and forth in our prey, I play with the knife. It's exciting to see her suffer. My grunts intensify and when my time finally comes, I empty myself into her. Steafan takes my place and in turn, attacks the girl who was drugged by me.

Until now, I didn't dare look at his face. I finally take a chance and see what I didn't want to see. Tears streaming down her temples. His screams are getting weaker. To stop her from screaming any more, I put my hand over her mouth. The knife, which until then had always been stuck in his stomach, was brutally removed by my brother. I understand that it has also just emptied.

With a shake of his head, he invites me to continue our monstrous sacrifice. His hands spread the legs of the girl who must not even be twenty years old. Her femininity, totally shaved, calls me again. This time, it's not my that shows up at the entrance to her vagina, but our sacrificial knife. Steafan stands ready with the chalice to collect his blood, which we will put to good use.