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A Dark and Secret Theatre: Surreal Monster Erotica | sindermann | 19

 

I chose the Servant's quarters first. When I shouldered the door in, I stopped. Carol Tanner was on the bed, her eyes streaked in tears. "Mike." Was all she said. I felt my pounding heart go still. I lowered the guns, and stared. "I'm so, so, so...sorry I got you involved in all of this." She said, her shoulders heaving in sobs. I slipped the rods into my pockets and walked over to her. I took her face in my hands and lifted it.

Her eyes did me in. I looked into their icy beauty all full of pain for only a second before I had to look away. I felt her crash into me, hugging me, begging for support and love and everything else. I held my breath, and said "Tell me about Dumas. And the Book."

She pulled away, her hand going to her mouth. She looked sideways and fresh tears rolled down her cheek. "Dumas. Dumas is dangerous, Mike. He thinks he is immortal. He doesnt understand that the Seraphim can remove their protection at any time. He kills and fucks and fucks and kills, and he thinks he is immune." Her face twisted up into something ugly. I hated it, but I let her talk. "My "sister" isn't really my sister. She was my lover, once. I feared that once she hooked up with Dumas that she'd be...changed. And I was right. I knew your reputation, and hoped that you'd do, well, exactly what you are doing. "

I stroked her hair, and held her close to me. "Keep talking, angel."

She pushed herself back and a fierceness ignited in her eyes. "Never, ever, call me "Angel." I didnt know what to say, so I just nodded. I watched her as she paced around the room, coming to terms with something. "Dumas did it, Mike. He summoned them." She said, her hands outspread in desperation. It was the hardest thing I've ever done, but let her finish. "And I helped them. I had no choice. I was a nurse during the War. They would come to me...changed. I tried to help them. Dumas strolled into the Nurse's tent with her, the Greek girl you met briefly. He knew I was a lesbian, so he summoned her; and she made me one of hers. I tasted her, Mike. I licked her pussy and sucked her juices into my mouth. I had no choice..."

I thought back to my little encounter with the Greek girl and winced. I'd tasted her too. Maybe she didn't have the time to work up her enchantments. I didn't know.
I looked up at her, and I knew that before this was over, I'd feel Dumas' blood spraying over my face as I tore his throat out. "They get inside of you, ride you, and try to make you do things. They don't control you, but the way you feel..." she shivered and unconsciously rubbed her arm.

"Its alright, doll. Give it a rest. Dumas and his boys took a poke at me, so I poked back, hard. half of em' are full of holes upstairs. The other half will be soon enough." She slid over to me, and put her hands on my heaving chest. I let her do it. She arched her back, crushing herself against me. Our lips met, and I felt my heart melt against her tongue. She shrugged her shoulders and the silky green dress she had been wearing fell off.

"Make love to me, Mike. I need to feel like something other than a concubine for the Damned." she said as she nibbled on my ear. My cock was painfully erect and pulsing in my trousers. In two quick motions with her slim hands, it wasn't even in my trousers any more.

 

what happens next?


          somehow, keep it together

 
 
 

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