Still feeling the afterglow of our activities, I rubbed my cheek on Tom´s naked chest. Even though it felt dead and his breathing was shallow, it still felt incredibly good, thanks to the bond between me and him. My legs were hugging one of his while my arms captured his left arm in between them.
As I opened my eyes groggily, I could see that the whore was doing exactly the same to his other side. Surprisingly, neither of us was that possessive of my brethren, especially because she had him all alone for two hundred years.
“You two are married?” I asked as I noticed the ring on her finger which laid on Tom´s chest.
“We are. Thirty years after you left us, we decided that it was a step in the right direction.” Tom said with eyes full of obsessive love for me, but also for the whore. Raising my eyebrow, I looked at both of them for a little while.
“I´d never expected you to join me on my trip of adultery.” I commented and laughed loudly, only stopping as Tom´s hand freed himself from my grip and wandered to my back over my side.
“Oh, no. We are usually monogamous.” The whore stated slightly abashed.
“… what?” I asked in confusion. She? And Tom? Never.
“We only have sex with each other.” Tom rephrased it, but it didn´t make it any better.
“No, that´s … what? That whore?” I asked and nodded towards her in utter disbelief. She was a succubus, a being thirsting after lust … and they were really claiming to be faithful to each other? Even worse … I couldn’t sense a single lie so far.
“I´m not a whore anymore.” She said proudly.
“Once a whore, always a whore.” I stated dryly.
“We wanted to wait with the real depravity for when you come back.” The whore said while chuckling quietly.
“What do you mean? I´m not a fan of these weird stuff involving ropes and shit. And no toys.” I said, drawing the lines I certainly didn´t want to cross.
“Just kidding. Being intimate is better if there are feelings involved … but the previous hours sure give me appetite for an orgy with the two of you.” The whore stated while looking into the distance with longing in her eyes.
“Nonono … no group sex.” I said horrified. It was alright with Aska … but not on this planet.
“Why?” Tom asked confused.
“I don’t want to clean up the mess?” I stated and though about how often I needed to clean the house afterwards.
“What mess?” The whore asked while frowning slightly.
“Okay, whenever I get a little wilder, my head just turns to mush. A few days ago, this was one of these times. I was already riding this guy … Bob? … from one orgasm to the next while Aska pleasured me from behind. The concentrated death that Aska is was already too much for me to stay sane alone. Especially as that guy let his life flow into my womb, I just wanted more. I needed to hear the song of life and death more clearly and so … I stabbed Bob to death. Those are the best orgasms you can ever get, trust me.” Why were they looking at me so strangely? “The life within me … the spreading of death all around me, the scent of fresh blood ... best orgasms ever, I swear … except maybe the screaming of the others afterwards.” I sated while thinking about the last few adventures with Aska.
“… you are murdering your sexual partners?” Tom asked while looking around, probably for any weapons.
“Only around … ninety nine percent?” I admitted while placing my index finger on my lower lip.
“Should I be worried?” He asked swiftly afterwards.
“Oh, no Tom, you are my kin. I would never hurt you because of my own pleasures.” I said and smiled brightly.
“And what about me?” The whore? Well, Tom loved her and I didn´t want to ruin their relationship needlessly. But if they ever were to break up …
“Your tongue is good enough. Aska was always taking all the woman for himself … and it is hard to motivate a man to get down there with his tongue.” I said and touched her nose with my finger happily.
“True … you are raping them, aren’t you?” She asked after some time.
“Well … it starts off consensual.” I mumbled ashamed of myself.
“Wasn’t that …” Yeah, this was my biggest problem when I fell into coma. And admittedly, I couldn’t solve it. I was torn between hating it when it was done to me, and loving it when I abused others myself.
“Tearing me apart? Yeah … for forty years, I was thinking about this issue deeply. I hated Aska for doing that to me, and I hated myself for doing the same. But it is incredibly hard to hate yourself forever especially when you want to be wild during … you know. And so I said fuck it, as long as my victims didn´t have to live too long with that shit, I wouldn’t mind doing to them what I hated being done to me.” It was a flat out lie. After these forty years, I simply stopped hating myself and did whatever I wanted. After all, I was torturing others, so what was a little bit of forcing myself onto them in comparison to that?
I still hated Aska for doing that to me, but otherwise, I didn´t care anymore. I was selfish in that regard but hey, I was a selfish prick anyways. The murderous part where I freed them from the feeling of being pinned down only came later after I started feeling death more clearly.
“… that is a rather unique way of justifying rape. Sometimes I really think you are crazy.” The whore said while looking at me in worry.
“Ha! I once read in a book that you are only crazy when you start to hear voices in your head.” I said jokingly but then had to realise that I wasn’t too far off that. “… shit.”
‘Level up! Lev- Level I-‘ Was still resounding in my head at all times after all.
“So we need to stop you from having sex with anyone or you will leave a mountain of corpses behind.” A mountain? More like a whole mountain range.
“You forgot that the only thing making me horny is my own blood. Incest wincest!” I exclaimed happily.
“Sometimes I wonder how depraved one can get. And then I see you. Thank you for answering that question.” The whore mentioned while tickling Toms side lovingly.
“Aww… you only have to look at your husband to answer that question though. His eyes were filled with desire when I talked about my little adventures. I think he wants to feel that as well.” Especially because Tom never stopped fondling my butt in an attempt to make me horny again which sadly didn’t work out too well.
“Please, don’t drag him down with you.” She said in despair. But sadly, I wasn’t exactly keen on listening to her. If anything, that statement made me want to drag Tom into real depravity.
“Ohh. Too bad. Tom, your wife doesn’t want me to show you the darkness anymore.” I said while pretending to be incredibly sad.
“Well … I guess I have to listen to her then.” He answered after a rather long pause in which he looked from me to the whore and then back to me.
“Woah, you really have a tight leash on him. Good job!” I said and gave her a thumbs up, even though I felt a bit sad to be honest.
“That’s only because you cannot fulfil his desires.” She stated while smiling devilishly.
“Excuse me?” I asked. I was certainly capable of that … even though I had to admit I didn´t care much about his feelings as we did it.
“You are flat.” She stated while my gaze wandered downwards to her voluptuous chest which was pressed against Tom´s side.
“You …” What followed afterwards was a lot of bitching around where we wrestled on the bed even though her strength was far superior during the day. But I was sure we gave Tom the view he missed for centuries because he didn´t interject even once and rather drank blood mixed with wine as the whore and I were fighting while hurling abuses at each other. Truly, I wasn’t the only depraved person in that underground room. We all had a kinky side to us that was increasingly hard to hide as we aged.
Still feeling the afterglow of our activities, I rubbed my cheek on Tom´s naked chest. Even though it felt dead and his breathing was shallow, it still felt incredibly good, thanks to the bond between me and him. My legs were hugging one of his while my arms captured his left arm in between them.
As I opened my eyes groggily, I could see that the whore was doing exactly the same to his other side. Surprisingly, neither of us was that possessive of my brethren, especially because she had him all alone for two hundred years.
“You two are married?” I asked as I noticed the ring on her finger which laid on Tom´s chest.
“We are. Thirty years after you left us, we decided that it was a step in the right direction.” Tom said with eyes full of obsessive love for me, but also for the whore. Raising my eyebrow, I looked at both of them for a little while.
“I´d never expected you to join me on my trip of adultery.” I commented and laughed loudly, only stopping as Tom´s hand freed himself from my grip and wandered to my back over my side.
“Oh, no. We are usually monogamous.” The whore stated slightly abashed.
“… what?” I asked in confusion. She? And Tom? Never.
“We only have sex with each other.” Tom rephrased it, but it didn´t make it any better.
“No, that´s … what? That whore?” I asked and nodded towards her in utter disbelief. She was a succubus, a being thirsting after lust … and they were really claiming to be faithful to each other? Even worse … I couldn’t sense a single lie so far.
“I´m not a whore anymore.” She said proudly.
“Once a whore, always a whore.” I stated dryly.
“We wanted to wait with the real depravity for when you come back.” The whore said while chuckling quietly.
“What do you mean? I´m not a fan of these weird stuff involving ropes and shit. And no toys.” I said, drawing the lines I certainly didn´t want to cross.
“Just kidding. Being intimate is better if there are feelings involved … but the previous hours sure give me appetite for an orgy with the two of you.” The whore stated while looking into the distance with longing in her eyes.
“Nonono … no group sex.” I said horrified. It was alright with Aska … but not on this planet.
“Why?” Tom asked confused.
“I don’t want to clean up the mess?” I stated and though about how often I needed to clean the house afterwards.
“What mess?” The whore asked while frowning slightly.
“Okay, whenever I get a little wilder, my head just turns to mush. A few days ago, this was one of these times. I was already riding this guy … Bob? … from one orgasm to the next while Aska pleasured me from behind. The concentrated death that Aska is was already too much for me to stay sane alone. Especially as that guy let his life flow into my womb, I just wanted more. I needed to hear the song of life and death more clearly and so … I stabbed Bob to death. Those are the best orgasms you can ever get, trust me.” Why were they looking at me so strangely? “The life within me … the spreading of death all around me, the scent of fresh blood ... best orgasms ever, I swear … except maybe the screaming of the others afterwards.” I sated while thinking about the last few adventures with Aska.
“… you are murdering your sexual partners?” Tom asked while looking around, probably for any weapons.
“Only around … ninety nine percent?” I admitted while placing my index finger on my lower lip.
“Should I be worried?” He asked swiftly afterwards.
“Oh, no Tom, you are my kin. I would never hurt you because of my own pleasures.” I said and smiled brightly.
“And what about me?” The whore? Well, Tom loved her and I didn´t want to ruin their relationship needlessly. But if they ever were to break up …
“Your tongue is good enough. Aska was always taking all the woman for himself … and it is hard to motivate a man to get down there with his tongue.” I said and touched her nose with my finger happily.
“True … you are raping them, aren’t you?” She asked after some time.
“Well … it starts off consensual.” I mumbled ashamed of myself.
“Wasn’t that …” Yeah, this was my biggest problem when I fell into coma. And admittedly, I couldn’t solve it. I was torn between hating it when it was done to me, and loving it when I abused others myself.
“Tearing me apart? Yeah … for forty years, I was thinking about this issue deeply. I hated Aska for doing that to me, and I hated myself for doing the same. But it is incredibly hard to hate yourself forever especially when you want to be wild during … you know. And so I said fuck it, as long as my victims didn´t have to live too long with that shit, I wouldn’t mind doing to them what I hated being done to me.” It was a flat out lie. After these forty years, I simply stopped hating myself and did whatever I wanted. After all, I was torturing others, so what was a little bit of forcing myself onto them in comparison to that?
I still hated Aska for doing that to me, but otherwise, I didn´t care anymore. I was selfish in that regard but hey, I was a selfish prick anyways. The murderous part where I freed them from the feeling of being pinned down only came later after I started feeling death more clearly.
“… that is a rather unique way of justifying rape. Sometimes I really think you are crazy.” The whore said while looking at me in worry.
“Ha! I once read in a book that you are only crazy when you start to hear voices in your head.” I said jokingly but then had to realise that I wasn’t too far off that. “… shit.”
‘Level up! Lev- Level I-‘ Was still resounding in my head at all times after all.
“So we need to stop you from having sex with anyone or you will leave a mountain of corpses behind.” A mountain? More like a whole mountain range.
“You forgot that the only thing making me horny is my own blood. Incest wincest!” I exclaimed happily.
“Sometimes I wonder how depraved one can get. And then I see you. Thank you for answering that question.” The whore mentioned while tickling Toms side lovingly.
“Aww… you only have to look at your husband to answer that question though. His eyes were filled with desire when I talked about my little adventures. I think he wants to feel that as well.” Especially because Tom never stopped fondling my butt in an attempt to make me horny again which sadly didn’t work out too well.
“Please, don’t drag him down with you.” She said in despair. But sadly, I wasn’t exactly keen on listening to her. If anything, that statement made me want to drag Tom into real depravity.
“Ohh. Too bad. Tom, your wife doesn’t want me to show you the darkness anymore.” I said while pretending to be incredibly sad.
“Well … I guess I have to listen to her then.” He answered after a rather long pause in which he looked from me to the whore and then back to me.
“Woah, you really have a tight leash on him. Good job!” I said and gave her a thumbs up, even though I felt a bit sad to be honest.
“That’s only because you cannot fulfil his desires.” She stated while smiling devilishly.
“Excuse me?” I asked. I was certainly capable of that … even though I had to admit I didn´t care much about his feelings as we did it.
“You are flat.” She stated while my gaze wandered downwards to her voluptuous chest which was pressed against Tom´s side.
“You …” What followed afterwards was a lot of bitching around where we wrestled on the bed even though her strength was far superior during the day. But I was sure we gave Tom the view he missed for centuries because he didn´t interject even once and rather drank blood mixed with wine as the whore and I were fighting while hurling abuses at each other. Truly, I wasn’t the only depraved person in that underground room. We all had a kinky side to us that was increasingly hard to hide as we aged.
