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.

The girl is trembling, with fear, with pain. Rest assured, it's almost over. She will be able to find eternal rest. While we will continue our killings. Who knows, maybe we'll send her friends?

In a matter of moments, the long blade penetrates the girl. My hand doesn't delay all the screams. Some of them escaped because the pain must be unbearable. Fortunately, this will not wake our guest, who must be sleeping soundly at this hour. I slowly turn the knife inside and then move slowly and steadily back and forth to speed up the process.

Blood flows at an extraordinary rate. The calyx is almost full. Steafan is meticulously careful not to spill a drop of it, as he lays it off on the ground. He then takes over. It doesn't really concern me. So I stay in my corner to watch him cut up the human. First, he cuts off the vagina up to the orifice at the back, forming one big hole. He now comes up from the top of her and cuts into her bust. The long line from the top of her to her neck bleeds profusely. It doesn't stop until it gets to the top of the skull. He then turns over the corpse that has already breathed its last.

He then takes it upon himself to cut the bones with his own means. The body is now split in two. Part for him, one part for me. No jealousy.

***

When our meal and sacrifice were over, I went upstairs to change. By the way, without Steafan's knowledge, I drop by to check out our author. The door creaks. Inside, everything is plunged into darkness. The young woman sleeps peacefully under her sheets. She doesn't know what happened and what came from that past.

I turn away, close the door, and let out a false sigh. On my way to my room, I stop dead in my tracks. A squeak has just been heard. It's not about me or even Steafan. As for our employees, they have already been sleeping for two hours in their neighborhood located in the east wing.

She's the human one.

I swivel around to discover the trembling young woman in front of her wide-open door. All that was missing was that!

"Mr. MacKay?"

Her voice is weak, almost hoarse. It looks like she's just woken up.

"Isn't it six-thirty, that I know?"

Her eyebrows furrow and her features form a grimace, like a little girl who doesn't understand the situation. She brings her hand to her forehead while nodding her head.

"I don't know," she replies.

"Then go back to bed. Tomorrow will seem like a long day, otherwise."

I end the conversation by turning away from her, graciously. I hope her vision didn't get used to it and she saw the blood on my chest and mouth.

How I would dream of her catching me and licking the liquid off my skin before sucking me! I put this fantasy in the back of my mind.

"Wait!" she exclaimed.

If she could see me, she'd see my wide smile, baring my blood-red teeth.

"Excuse me?"

I stand with my back to her, letting her see my black vest that I haven't taken off yet.

"Could you turn on the heating? It's... quite cold. Please."

"Go to bed, it will be done."

After thanking me, she goes back to her room, making her door creak. I immediately go to put on the heater, which I forgot, and get him a thicker blanket just in case. When I returned, I found her lying in her large bed, wrapped under her sheet. By the way, I cleaned myself so as not to stain everything with the victim's blood.

"What's that...?" she whispers, lost by my presence.

I don't say anything and unfold the brown blanket. I put it roughly on top of her and instinctively pull away.

"Thank you."

I wasted no time replying to him and left his room. In the hallway, I wait a few moments, listening. She seems to move in bed, then silence returns. I finally reach the landing of my room. Steafan waits standing with his arms folded against his chest. Leaning against my door, he points to me with his chin.

"We're not supposed to disturb her," he remarks. "We must, for the time being, stay away from it. Just like with the others."

I could tell him that I was afraid she woke up because of our commotion, but he knows me too well. He knows when I'm lying and when I'm not.

"Keith," he continued. "We have set rules. We will get rid of it when the time comes. For now, we must remain vigilant."

"I know. It could help us. Maybe she's not so silly, for a human?"

"Perhaps. If she manages to solve some mysteries, then we'll advise... of what we will do to him."

I wince. Normally, he doesn't leave anyone alive. Wouldn't he want to give her a chance?

"What do you mean?"

His face, shrouded in darkness, makes him frightening. He peels off the wall, walks around me and goes back to his room. So I understand that I won't have an answer. It annoys me. Not being able to access his thoughts, I try to put myself in his shoes. What does he expect from this girl? Knowing that I chose her over several other women, I start to wonder. If Steafan had made that decision, I would have thought he would have found it to his liking. Maybe that's the case? It exudes confidence and a good aura. Everything about her inspires confidence and the desire to get lost in her eyes.

Why did I choose it? Because it's pretty, well-known and even exciting. And for its three criteria, I wasn't wrong! She's beyond cute. She is known through her novels. And it makes an impact.

I change as quickly as possible and leave my room. The fact that she didn't stay in bed makes me wonder. So, she didn't drink the glass of water that was left for her.

She might as well hear us! To be fixed, I go back to his floor. The door creaks. I sneak inside his room. This time, she sleeps peacefully. I walk across the heated room and lean over it. His breathing is slow. The moon's rays, filtered through the half-open shutters, make his skin shine. There's no denying that this creature is sublime.

Slowly, I brush my lips against her skin. It smells exquisitely good. If I could nibble on her, I would do it without hesitation! But right now, I'm reduced to being his guide in our country. I'm going to have to satisfy his desires and his curiosity. Make sure they have access to all the documents they want. Basically, I'm going to be at his mercy. And that's new! Never before had I had to play such a masquerade. I'm both ashamed and excited about our next date. I'm going to have to lay down the rules, so that she understands that she's always going to be the weakest.

There's no way the nice little man is going to do exactly what she says. I wouldn't be reduced to that. Of course, I want to keep a close eye on it and lead it down false tracks. While don't forget to scare him a little, it doesn't hurt anyone! But again, I wouldn't be his doggie. Except, if she wants me to wag my tail for her. Here, things could be different. Because it will still have the end that we give to all those who pass through the doors of our mansion.

I let my mouth wander over her skin, while inhaling her scent. My hands find their way to his body on their own. When my fingers touch her warm skin, I remain speechless. In a flash, I step aside and press myself against the opposite wall. From there, I don't move and watch him wriggle. She sits on her stomach. Most likely, she didn't even smell me!

So, I stay here, watching it, all night. At one point, I couldn't help but, imagining him sucking me. When the early morning dawned, I ran away the second she woke up.

Sitting in the living room, pretending I'm reading a book whose title I don't even know, I ignore our guest who greets us. Steafan is busy arranging books in our library. The young woman waits a few seconds for an answer. Steafan dedicates himself and offers her lunch alone, since we have already eaten. She agrees and leaves for the dining room. My eyes turn away with difficulty from her buttocks that bounce when they walk.

Our guest is, in my opinion, very appetizing. I can't wait to get it over with.