Libertines 14: The King Is Dead, Long Live The King

The dinner was continued in silence as I brooded at Ferrovache’s recently vacated position… his slaves, after a slight initial hesitation, served me in much the same manner they served him.  One gorgeous young body slave was stationed under the living table, between my legs, gently lapping and stroking as I considered my options… Win stole glances at me from the left, and Genia sat inscrutable at my right.  Underneath my calm facade, a fire had begun to burn… a roaring, cavernous space seemed to have opened at my very core, behind a veil struck down by the savage act of murder I had committed not an hour hence, a firestorm, a conflagration… how was I to quench it?  I gripped the edges of my table, burying my fingers in the pale flesh up to the knuckles… the slave’s ministrations only served to inflame me more… the connotation becoming stronger and more obvious with every serpentine stroke… my eyes alight, I lifted my head and addressed our guests.

“Claire DeVoulette, what was your offering to our dear departed friend to be?”  She started, then flushed and dipped her head… “My youngest sister, Sir ______ , but surely now that Ferr-”

“Silence!” I cried, rising from my seat… “Present yourself and your sister here, in front of me, now!”  I stood apart from the table and beckoned them.  ”Our entertainments shall not cease with the loss of a single player… has Ferrovache taught you nothing of the ultimate interchangeability of human flesh?  All interchangeable save your own skin, of course, which you shall jump through flaming hoops to preserve, I’ll warrant!”  The women arrived in front of me, in fear afresh, the livid vapors rising and staining their cheeks a hectic red… “Strip them,” I commanded, and surely enough, my body slaves rushed to the task and had it done in a trice.  ”Now we shall have a cirque I have looked toward in my fantasy for years… have we any MDMA?” I asked aloud, and the answer came in the form of a young boy bearing a tray of upward of twenty ampules… and hypodermics in disinfectant as well.  I quickly prepared two 300-milligram doses and bade the slaves hold the women.  They struggled weakly, their beautiful forms moving in concert, the dusky pink of the one contrasting with the cream and peaches of the other.  Round of arm and hip, near flawless in the skin, the DeVoulette sisters were twin visions… I would have them gripped in the madness of a high MDMA dose, and forced to commit foulest incest upon one another.  This was chief among my fancies, Sapphic devotions at the taboo altar.  I approached in high fever, and injected first one, and then the other. Intravenously, the dose took effect in less than five seconds… I disrobed and commanded them to pleasure each other to the highest degree possible… the command was barely necessary, for as the drug took hold, a wanton storm broke in each of their breasts, and then fell upon each other like starved marmosets.  

Claire, the elder by twelve years, gripped her younger sister’s jaw in both of her hands and twisted her head violently to the side, the more easily to batter her lips and tongue with hungry bites and kisses… Lily, the younger, in turn drank these violent caresses avidly, her own hands unerringly seeking the sultry cleft between her elder’s legs as she pressed her open mouth to Claire’s.  Their bodies ground together as they began to frig each other feverishly, falling to the ground with a cry… Claire ended up ascendant and reared up into a sitting position astride her young lover, pinching mercilessly at the tender pink buds that topped poor Lily’s tiny breast… Claire then reached and gripped Lily’s knees, splaying her out and bending her head to the veritable fountain that awaited… a prodigious stream of nectar issued forth, of which the wicked elder drank eagerly.  She lapped at the curious labia of her sister… the minoras were unusually underdeveloped, while the majoras were very plump and firm… Claire thrust her fingers into Lily’s cunt, curling them in a come-hither gesture that threatened to push her over the edge.  Lily, deeper now in the grip of the monstrous drug, began to curse horribly as she ascended to the crest; importuning God and Satan alike to speed her discharge, she damned all the gods and all the guests as the wave rose in her… her bloodcurdling curses ran together into an unholy howl that drove Claire to force her fist entire inside of doubtless virginal Lily… a spray of blood accompanied Lily’s bucking, hairpulling climax… 

Hyperventilating Lily lay, recovering while Claire arose and speared me with a burning look.  ”She has not what I require, m’lord,” this saucy bitch declared, indicating her prostrate sister.  She the brazenly strode toward me and took hold of my rigid tool, kneeling immediately and proceeding to suck most expertly.  As she performed her devotions, I had a slave prepare the MDMA for Win and me.  We both took our medicine and the desire rose in me near as swiftly as the rage… I turned a handful of hair around in my fist and yanked back Claire’s head, exposing her long, dusky throat.  By her neck I lifted her, Win assisting from behind, until I could skewer her with my raging member… I was inflamed to the point of blindness, using Claire’s neck as the leverage with which to piston her up and down on my cock… I felt her entrails settling as she came down from the trembling apex, ramming down again and again.  Then I felt a hard intruder… Win had penetrated her ass as he supported her and saved her from choking to death… Claire clung to my neck and gasped as she was pumped from both ends… we three discharged within an instant of each other not a minute later, collapsing into a heap on the dining room floor.  I arose a scant minute later, lighting a cigarette, and pointing at the dinner table.

“Monsieur Robbat, what have you brought us today?” I leered, laughing like a dragon.  The day, and night, would be long.