Paranormal Erotic Romance Box Set (67 page)

“Hmmm...yummy,” Rose said as we stared at the man.

The woman who followed the man was short, thin and very
pretty. She had kinky, curly black hair and light mocha skin the color of
Nico’s. Her eyes were very dark and she had beautiful, perky tits.

“Yummier,” Alexander said.

Papa arranged the people next to each other in front of
us. He grabbed the woman’s hand and put it on the man’s cock. The woman jacked
the man’s cock and his cock grew as wide as our eyes did as it hardened.

“Children,” Papa said, “this is David and this is Yvonne.”

We all muttered hello and David and Yvonne nodded. David’s
stomach moved in and out as he got excited and my sisters and I breathed
heavier and heavier.

“These are your gifts, children,” Papa said. “They are
here for you and will do what you wish. You will command them and they are completely
under your control. Now stand and remove your clothes.”

We all stood and took our clothes off. David looked at all
of us like we were dinner and us girls looked back at him as if he was dessert.
The boys grabbed Yvonne and threw her to the floor in front of them. Yvonne
looked up and looked at the three handsome boys in front of her and spread her
legs and arched her back.

“Rub your pussy,” Julian said.

Yvonne rubbed her pussy and moaned. She looked at all of
the boys standing in a circle around her. The boys held their big, hard cocks
and Yvonne bounced up and down off the floor against her hand.

“She fucking wants it bad,” Alexander said.

“Then give it to her!” Papa said.

Julian knelt beside Yvonne’s face and Nico knelt on the
other side of her. Nico twisted Yvonne’s head until her mouth was in front of
Julian’s hard cock.

“Suck him!” Nico said.

Yvonne devoured Julian’s cock and sucked it hard.
Alexander knelt between Yvonne’s legs, spread them wide and lowered his mouth
to her pussy. Yvonne bucked up and down and rubbed her wet cunt against
Alexander’s face.

“Easy there, girl,” Nico said. “Don’t chip his teeth.”

The girls and I watched as the boys devoured Yvonne and
she them. We all nearly hyperventilated as we watched the scene, we were so
excited. Rose grabbed David by the hand and pulled him onto the floor.

“Who is the wettest?” Rose said.

We all rubbed our pussies and brought our hands out for
inspection.

“Ooh, Lyric,” Rose said, “you win.”

I stood over David and straddled his body as Rose slammed
her pussy down on his face. She grinded her cunt back and forth and side to
side across David’s face as her tits bounced up and down and she yanked at her
nipples.

“Sit on his cock, Lyric,” Serene said.

Serene pushed down on my shoulders and lowered me on top
of David’s huge cock. I felt every millimeter of his cock as it impaled my
pussy. He stretched me wide and I moved further and further down, past every
ridge that lined the inside of my cunt.

“How does it feel, sister?” Rose said and moaned.

“Like paradise,” I said.

I rubbed my clit with the flat of my palm and bounced up
and down on David’s cock as he stretched and slammed his way into the depths of
my cunt. I was even more excited when I watched the boys while I fucked David.

The boys flipped Yvonne over on her stomach then brought
her to her knees. Julian knelt in front of her head and rammed his cock in and
out of her mouth. Nico crawled underneath Yvonne’s body and jammed his cock in
her pussy. Yvonne brought her mouth off Julian’s cock and moaned and gasped.
Julian grabbed her by the back of the head and put her mouth back over his
dick. Alexander knelt behind Yvonne and slammed his cock into her asshole.
Yvonne screamed and Julian had to hold her head against his cock while he
thrust himself in and out of her mouth.

I bounced up and down on David’s hard cock as I watched
the boys tag Yvonne. I rubbed my clit faster as I felt the tingle go through my
pussy and hit my clit. My breathing was heavy and I felt as if I was about to
fall off the side of a cliff. I had no control over my body and I just slammed
up and down on David’s cock faster. My arms flailed and ached and finally, I
opened my eyes and looked straight into Julian’s. He winked at me and we all
came.

Julian came into Yvonne’s mouth, Nico came in her pussy as
he thrust his hips high off the floor nearly lifting Yvonne with him while he
screamed and Alexander grabbed her hips and held her tight as he came into her
asshole.

My clit felt like it exploded as I came. I felt like the
top of a whistling tea kettle. The pressure from my orgasm snapped my head
back, my mouth opened wide and I screamed higher and louder than the loudest
tea kettle in the world.

“Fuck!” Rose said as she steeled her knees against David’s
ears and grinded her entire pussy back and forth into his face. “I’m cumming!
It’s happening!”

We were still for just a moment and Serene knocked me off
David’s cock onto the floor. I lay on my side in a sweaty, breathless heap.
Serene slammed down on David’s cock as I had and rode him to her orgasm. All
the boys switched places with each other as if on an assembly line and fucked
Yvonne three more times. Each boy took a turn at her mouth, her pussy and her
asshole.

I jumped on David’s face and leaned forward and shoved
three fingers in deep into my pussy. I grinded my clit against his nose while I
fingered my pussy and squirted all over David’s chin as I came. Rose got her
turn riding David. She also came as Serene and I did, while she bounced up and
down on his big, hard cock.

It didn’t take long, I’m embarrassed to say, for all of us
to cum properly. It was our first time, after all. But, when it was over, we
knew what true power is. And what happened next, sealed the deal.

Papa walked to the middle of the room and pulled David and
Yvonne off the floor and lined them up in front of us. David had a bit of our
blood on him and we all blushed. Yvonne looked utterly broken and stared at the
floor as tears ran from her eyes.

“Um, boys,” I said, “I hope none of the girls you
subsequently fuck adopt Yvonne’s reaction.”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with her, Papa?” Nico said. “We fucked
her good.”

“Yes, you all did a wonderful job,” Papa said. “It’s not
your fault. These people are not reacting to you and your encounter. In fact,
you gave them a gift. You allowed them to experience pleasure for a final time
before they experience the ultimate pain.”

Yvonne tried to squirm away from Papa, but he gripped her
wrist tight. David hung his head and his flat, ridged stomach heaved in and out
in short bursts.

“What did they do?” I said.

“They didn’t do anything,” Papa said. “They just cannot
remain after this. They cannot know our secrets because they could hurt us.”

“Boo,” Rose said and pouted, “they were fun! Can’t we just
keep them, Papa?”

“No, no my darling,” Papa said. “They must be freed.”

“Mister, we won’t say nothing to no one,” Yvonne said and
sobbed.

“Well, if nothing else, she is guilty of horrible
grammar,” Serene said and giggled.

“Boys, come up here and hold them,” Papa said. “Girls come
and move this table from the middle of the room.”

My sisters and I gathered around the ornate glass and
rosewood coffee table and moved it to the end of the library.

“Now, roll the rug,” Papa said. “We cannot damage this
beautiful rug, yes?”

We rolled the rug up and dragged it across the wooden
floor near the coffee table. Papa went to the closet in the corner of the
library and brought out a big, white vinyl tarp. He shook the tarp out and laid
it over the floor.

“Bring them here boys and lay them on the tarp.”

Papa went to his desk and removed a large mahogany box
from his lower desk drawer. He lifted the hinged cover on the box and I noticed
the top of the box was lined in the most beautiful red velvet.

“It looks like blood,” I said and Rose giggled behind me.

Inside the box were seven knives. These knives are unlike
any I have ever seen in my life. The blades are made of glass and gold casts of
leaves and vines are suspended inside the blade. Thick, gold vines rope around
the blade and up the metal handle. Each knife has each of our names stamped in
the handle in ivory.

Papa handed us each our knife.

“This is your second gift, my children,” Papa said. “These
knives are just for you. Use them as you have to, but always ensure the reason
is valid. You must not waste a drop of your energy on something that doesn’t
matter. Be careful with these children, they are not toys. They are power.”

We stood in a circle around David and Yvonne. David stared
at the ceiling mumbling something I couldn’t figure out while Yvonne moaned and
cried. She closed her eyes and said idiotic prayers as if they would save her.

“Stupid sheep,” I said.

“Yes, Lyric,” Papa said and kissed my forehead, “they are
stupid sheep.”

We all looked to him for his command and it came finally
as Yvonne’s prayer to her false profit became louder.

“Now!” Papa said and growled.

And at once, all six of us were on top of Yvonne and
David. We hacked at their bodies with our blades. We ripped skin from bone,
pierced arteries and severed capillaries. We six screamed and cried out as loud
as they did. We covered ourselves in their blood and slashed at skin and
chopped at bone. Fillets of flesh and fragments of splintered bone flew all
around us long after they died. After we completely tore them to bits as if we
were a pack of wild beasts, we laid on top of their mutilated bodies.

I felt an odd surge as I lay on top of the remains, as if
someone stuck my fingers in an electrical outlet while I stood in a puddle. The
hair on the back of my neck stood and I shivered as I heard some sort of
crackling inside my brain. My brothers and sisters felt the same.

Saturday, August, 24th, we were forever changed.

The next morning, we all sat around the dining room as
Carla served us coffee.

“So, did my babies have a nice birthday?” she asked.

“Did we ever,” Nico said and we all laughed.

“Ah,” Papa said as he came into the room, “here are my
beautiful young ladies and gentlemen! What are we talking about?”

“Lyric’s next victim,” Julian said.

“Shut the fuck up,” I said and threw a croissant at his
head.

“Such brash language from that beautiful mouth, Lyric,”
Papa said. “What do you mean...victim?”

“Lyric declared she wants a boyfriend and she chose him,”
Serene said.

“A boyfriend, Lyric?” Papa said. “You aren’t wasting any
time. Be careful, my angel. You must keep up your studies. Tell me about this
victim, um, boyfriend.”

“It’s him,” I said and pushed last year’s yearbook in
front of Papa’s face.

I scrambled into Papa’s lap and looked at his picture with
him.

“Oh, I see.” Papa said and stroked my hair. “Giovanni
Teresi. Italian. Very nice.”

“Isn’t he beautiful, Papa?” I said.

“Yes, very handsome, my darling. But don’t you think he’s
a bit old for you?”

I was deflated.

“That’s what I said, Papa,” Julian said. “I told her
Professor Teresi will want nothing to do with her.”

I blushed and hung my head.

“Julian, don’t defeat your sister,” Papa said. “Lyric, do
you think you can have this man?”

“I thought I could,” I said and hung my head. “At least I
did until they all made fun of me.”

“Lyric,” Papa said and lifted my chin, “don’t mumble, it
makes you ugly. Get up from the table and walk to the mirror.”

I left Papa’s lap and stood in front of the antique
full-length mirror in the corner of our dining room.

“Now, tell us what you see,” Papa said.

I stared at myself. The sun shone through my white
nightgown and I saw the curves of my big tits, the swell of my hips and my long
legs. I turned to the side and gazed at my plump, tight ass. I turned toward
the mirror again and studied my face. I have large almond-shaped eyes framed by
long, dark lashes, a cute little nose and full, red lips. Papa tells me my lips
look as if they are stained from sucking on bushels of cherries.

“I see a beautiful girl,” I said.

“And that is what we all see too,” Papa said. “Do you see
a girl who can command this teacher...this Professor Teresi?”

I turned and looked at Papa. His eyes burned into mine and
I felt the electricity coursing through me again. Goosebumps sprang up all over
my body.

“Yes, Papa,” I said. “Or kill trying.”

“Wake up, sleepy head,” my brother Nico said into my ear
as he slid into my bed. “It’s time for school.”

I turned on my side toward my window and struggled to open
my eyes. It was still dark out, though the sky was orangy-purple around the
Manhattan buildings. It was our first day of school and we were seniors. I was
a tingly mess. Beside the fact that I had Nico’s big cock poking me in the ass,
I would see the man that I fantasized about all summer long...Giovanni Teresi,
one of the professors at Wilton Day.

“What time is it?” I said and yawned.

Nico pressed the front of his hard body into my back and
ran his hand down my side. I backed my ass into his cock and pressed it firmly
against his hard bulge.

“Oh, probably five or so,” he said.

Nico brushed my hair aside and ran his tongue up and down
the back of my neck.

 “I want to fuck, Lyric,” Nico said into my ear.

I did too. I hadn’t had a man since we were all deflowered
in our ritual. Papa held the ritual when we turned eighteen. It was torture
waiting that long for something we always wanted, but it turned out it was
worth the wait. On the day of the ritual, my sisters and I fucked and killed
the first man Papa brought to us. Our brothers fucked and killed the first
woman Papa brought to them. It was as Papa drilled into our heads our entire
lives. It was his will. And his will was done.