sassysasha89
Really Really Experienced
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Inspired from the "Masters of TIme" by Brenda Joyce: A breed of superhuman men who are masculine, gorgeous, virile and powerful. They protect the innocence from forces of evil and travel across time doing so, belonging to a brotherhood called the Masters of Time. Being a Master they have powers - leap across time and to other places within theirs, heal, etc. and are super virile. Every Master faces the temptation of La Puissance - taking carnal pleasure from taking power from another and the greatest pleasure a Master can take power from was sex. Taking some to restore power was fine but . Basically the women die from major orgasmic sex . . .
An evil demon lord with the looks of an Celtic God has two sons that are Masters - one from a proper married lady he seduced and fucked for a month and the other from another married woman he raped. He seeks to turn them to the dark side. He lures his son from rape by sending him a woman to him while he was wounded and needing to heal and restore himself, he fucks her and it was so good he fucks her of her life. Now he has a temptation to do it again but is determined not to.
The second time he fails again but once wasn't enough and the haze of lust and addiction for more power grew. He called and entranced more women to him. He was fucking the last woman alive when comprehension came back and he realized what he was doing and that he wasn't the only one fucking her. His father was fucking her asshole. The Master wanted to stop but the power, the lust, the slick wet womb of the woman was too great not to. He picked up the pace, matching his sire's. By sunrise, they spilled their seed inside her and she was still. The Master looked down at the woman he killed and around the room where six more equally beautiful naked women laid dead. When he looked into his father's glowing red eyes, he made him recall that night: him fucking all the women, who were all weeping and begging with pleasure, upon the fourth one, his father entered the fray, screwing two of the women both watching each other as they did. The remaining four, they screwed together - the woman sandwiched in between as the two handsome virile men fucked her in every way possible. The memory had the Master aroused once more and jerking himself off to it. His father added his seductive voice to it and rubbed his cock with his son's. Another woman appeared and as the Master made hi way to her and mounted her, his father laughed and the Master knew that he had fallen. "Welcome, my brother and son. Welcome to the pleasures of death." And he disappeared, leaving his newfound son behind as he indulge himself some more.
The Master found his resistance to the La Puissance fading until when approached with opportunity, he no longer resisted and took as he pleased, leaving a trial of dead women behind. He no longer felt remorse as he took his pleasure in taking his power. He knew that the women's last moments alive was in the greatest pleasure they'd ever received. It wasn't unusual for his father to leap and share with his son. Every day, dead naked women were carted out of his castle or their homes, inns or brothels, full of sperm in every hole and their faces clearly showed they had orgasmic pleasure before the last bit of life left them.
An evil demon lord with the looks of an Celtic God has two sons that are Masters - one from a proper married lady he seduced and fucked for a month and the other from another married woman he raped. He seeks to turn them to the dark side. He lures his son from rape by sending him a woman to him while he was wounded and needing to heal and restore himself, he fucks her and it was so good he fucks her of her life. Now he has a temptation to do it again but is determined not to.
The second time he fails again but once wasn't enough and the haze of lust and addiction for more power grew. He called and entranced more women to him. He was fucking the last woman alive when comprehension came back and he realized what he was doing and that he wasn't the only one fucking her. His father was fucking her asshole. The Master wanted to stop but the power, the lust, the slick wet womb of the woman was too great not to. He picked up the pace, matching his sire's. By sunrise, they spilled their seed inside her and she was still. The Master looked down at the woman he killed and around the room where six more equally beautiful naked women laid dead. When he looked into his father's glowing red eyes, he made him recall that night: him fucking all the women, who were all weeping and begging with pleasure, upon the fourth one, his father entered the fray, screwing two of the women both watching each other as they did. The remaining four, they screwed together - the woman sandwiched in between as the two handsome virile men fucked her in every way possible. The memory had the Master aroused once more and jerking himself off to it. His father added his seductive voice to it and rubbed his cock with his son's. Another woman appeared and as the Master made hi way to her and mounted her, his father laughed and the Master knew that he had fallen. "Welcome, my brother and son. Welcome to the pleasures of death." And he disappeared, leaving his newfound son behind as he indulge himself some more.
The Master found his resistance to the La Puissance fading until when approached with opportunity, he no longer resisted and took as he pleased, leaving a trial of dead women behind. He no longer felt remorse as he took his pleasure in taking his power. He knew that the women's last moments alive was in the greatest pleasure they'd ever received. It wasn't unusual for his father to leap and share with his son. Every day, dead naked women were carted out of his castle or their homes, inns or brothels, full of sperm in every hole and their faces clearly showed they had orgasmic pleasure before the last bit of life left them.
