“The Pallid Mask!” she cried in an ecstasy and blue steel whistled through the air, sweeping cleanly through her shapely neck. Her body fell sideways, and a great jet of arterial blood pumped over the floor. Yewubdar glimpsed the look of rapture on Vasiliki’s face as Pavel pulled her severed head to his groin and stabbed his prick into the open mouth. Dying lips closed around him in her last moment of awareness. His eyes rolled back, and he groaned low in his throat as he spurted copiously, spilling over the corpse’s chin, mature then slumped back onto Natalya’s thighs, sated. The head settled, face up, in his lap. Carissa leant in, unbidden, to press her lips to Vasiliki’s slack mouth in a lingering kiss, then took her dead lover’s skull in both hands to suck and lick the spunk from the warm flesh. A low sigh started amongst the watching victims and built in a crescendo to a collective, ecstatic moaning of one name. “Dmitri!” they chanted. “Dmitri”! The unseen bell began to toll to the same rhythm. Everyone stood, and Pavel too stepped out of his remaining clothes to join them, blood-spattered, still erect and seized by a heady and passionate mood. He looked down at the red sword in his fist absently, as though surprised to see it there, and then his eyes landed on Natalya’s upturned, young body. Sensing his intention, she braced amateur herself more firmly on her upper back and shoulders, spreading her legs further apart to give him free access. This was everything she had ever dreamt of, she thought happily, as the man who had used her unthinkingly as nothing more than a seat reversed his grip on the hilt of the braquemard and aimed it at her crotch. “The Pallid Mask!” she proclaimed joyously, and the sword sank deep into her proffered cunt and on through the abdomen until its cruel tip pierced her heart and sent her soaring to Demhe. “Dmitri! Dmitri! Dmitri!” the urgent chanting continued from every mouth save Pavel’s. Women soaked in blood, sweat and cunt-juice, others still oiled and perfumed ready for use, and even those who had served as furnishings or as holders for candles stood together in the summoning. Then, with a terrible crash, the door to the chapel was flung open and four figures stood starkly outlined in the entrance. Pavel heard his own voice cry out, “Mother of Kazan”!   YEWUBDAR Pavel sat back in a club chair in Dmitri’s private room, drawing luxuriously on a mild cigar and swirling college his chacha in an oversized brandy glass. He had slept extremely well, bathed and breakfasted at leisure and then enjoyed a pre-prandial stroll through the wooded hills, up to the crucifixion mound and back, before an immensely satisfying lunch of cold slices from Vasiliki’s teen haunches, grilled with cinnamon. Calm, relaxed and at peace with himself, he was a different man to the anguished and defeated Pavel who had arrived at the convent the previous day. Watching Yewubdar’s beautiful form cross the floor to pour Dmitri another drink, he recalled his first sight of the men when they had teens burst into the chapel so dramatically. They appeared like mountain beasts of ancient Svitavian legend. Their jaws had been completely re-sculpted, and their snarling mouths revealed rows of outsized implants – great canines and carnassials gleaming and champing. Our kiss lost its tenderness, and turned amateur into a carnal devouring of each other’s mouths; the passion compelling us to taste every inch of the other, to consume the other with desperate hedonism. I grasped her left nipple in my other hand, pinching and twisting her fat nub. The 3 guys were concentrating on their game, but as the game they were playing was only for 2 teen players they took it in turns to not play. I was packed and waiting for my cab in record time. They all helped to finish cover the shelter with sand and leaves and looked teens at it pleased. We share the birthday. Does college anybody have any questions?” What they found was a rolling pin. Now that the introductions were over, I got down to business with her. Ryan called after her, “I’ll be up as soon as the game’s over.” “Looks like we'll be getting rid of this so soon,” I said, glancing at my brother. Was it even possible? Immediately we got the little room both my sister and I were desperate for but it was too late and did not really help. "We really don't know if that works yet mature and if she only grows hair in spots she would be useless for sale."