The characters and events in this story are 92% fictional. The characters themselves are 18+ and products of the author's imagination because he's sick and twisted.
Have fun, and find somebody to love.
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They call themselves the Pure, for they are purely the purest of the purest of the purest pure.
Purely...
Dagon Kwick, as he's better known, has fashioned himself a massive empire using mainly his family as his subordinates. The males act as his enforcers and body guards, and the women are to service his loins at his discretion, and breed him offspring, many offspring.
However, he's grown board at his women, he wants to be challenged, he needs a new mare to breed with as his queen. His offspring have tired of him and his ways and are now AWOL or MIA, or were simply dismissed from his service because they did not please him.
He is not, however, without ambition. The house across the street has a goddess within its walls, her shimmering white hair would add some new variety to his collection and perhaps new stock to his empire of sadism.
Nothing will stand in his way of achieving his goal! NOTHING!!
Daniel McGee, collegiate, hard rocker, head banger, Hell raiser, motor head, biker guy, and just recently bedraggled, was getting his shit together to try and start the day.
He would much rather stay in bed, maybe go another few rounds with Sasha, sweet thing.
A few pots of coffee might help the three hours of whatever sleep he may have got, the hot shower, and the cigarette, might augment the caffeine so he's not fighting fatigue all day, might go out for another few cups before football practice.
Maybe a cup laced with sugar and adrenaline, or is it called epinephrine now?
Yeah, about 20 CCs should do it...
The jeans were showing their many years of wear and tear, but he liked them, good old reliable Wranglers, tougher than corduroy, a hundred times more attractive, and plenty of ballroom.
The gold colored A-shirt hugged tightly against his beefy core, something he wears after very good things have happened to him, like he doesn't need to tell himself why...
And just for shits and giggles, his Lacrosse boots, the black cowboy ones, because why not?
Has anyone ever gotten that feeling of being drained yet energized at the same time? That raised more questions than he wanted to answer. Mostly about the encounter last night, or this morning, or the fact that everyone in the neighborhood might've heard Sasha up late at that ungodly hour would start asking him uncomfortable questions that he would really rather not deal with.
Caffeinated and murdering the third pair of innocent pop-tarts, he prefers shredded wheat above anything else but they didn't have shredded wheat so he had to deal, making sure he has the keys to his black Z-28 Camero, and was nearly out the door when Sasha, shining like a new penny, platinum tresses bouncing around as she bounded into the kitchen and kissed him good morning, wearing the same sex soaked shirt she attacked him in.
"Morning little brother. Hurry home so we can have more fun tonight." She said with a bright smile. "I do have something very special planned for you tonight." She purred.
"You..." He had to pick the right words, last night had permanently altered their relationship. "You just try to stay out of trouble, or I might have to punish you..." He said, uncomfortably.
Awkward situation is awkward.
"I'll try to behave, master." She cooed with her head bent down, doey eyes looking into his.
He hesitated for just a moment, then half hugged and kissed her forehead like he did last night, and headed out to his car.
She slumped to the bottom stair in the foyer as she heard the engine roar to life and drive away.
What was she supposed to do now? That cologne he had on was a gift for his birthday, and it smelled sexier than Hell on him!
Mixed with his natural musk, it made her ovaries want to explode all over him, again.
He was also wearing his leather jacket, something he does whenever there's a gig or whatever at the campus. She'd love to be his one and only go to groupie.
One that tours with the band, in the limo behind the bus, wondering why she's not on the bus with him, doing things.
A groupie he lives with, and mothers him children.
A lot of children...
"God he's such a man..." She thought aloud.
She sighed and thought about how to start her own day, unaware that she wasn't the only one up.
"And what a man he is." Mom said loudly from the landing two steps away, scaring the crap out of Sasha.
"Jesus Christ!" Sasha expulsed, then calmly asked. "When did you get home?"
"About a minute after you two had gone upstairs, to continue fucking." She said, joining her daughter on the bottom step, wearing her favorite red silk robe.
"Oh God! So you heard everything?" Sasha said, her face in her hands, woefully embarrassed.
"Don't be ashamed, it's perfectly natural to fuck a boy. However it was a little hard to ignore, with you screaming like a damn banshee all night. I'm surprised he actually heard his alarm go off this morning!"
"I'm so sorry mom," she said, hugging into her. "I tried being quiet, but he's been gifted with length, and girth, and stamina." She bit her bottom lip. "I thought I was going to be ripped in two. I'm so sore." She admitted, it was hard to sit comfortably, but damn it, it was worth it!
Julian did notice how pale her daughter was, well more than usual, her skin felt spongy, and clammy, compared to her more usual innocent fair toned softness.
"My baby, finally found someone to love." Julian said, caressing her daughter lovingly.
"So how was it?" Jessica asked, padding down the stairs, wearing only her high black thong, and a sock, also managing to scare the shit out of Sasha. "I want details!"
"It was..." She actually had to find the right word, "amazing! Un fucking believable! He was just like the Energizer Bunny, he just kept cumming, and cumming, and cumming..." She took a deep breath for dramatic emphasis, "and cumming! He just couldn't stop, or wouldn't stop." She sighted pleasantly at that last.
"You mean he kept going?" Jessica asked.
"No, I meant cumming." Sasha said with a delightful smile. "I wonder just how much he enjoyed it?" She said, staring off into space.
Danny had cranked up the volume in his car to the absolute max, so loud, it literally drowned out the deep bass in the ghetto furnished Cutlass in the next lane, and he only had it on the radio.
His preferred station had provided him the absolute perfect song to jam to today, singing along with the lyrics, dancing in the driver's seat like a moron, windows rolled down, not giving a good God damn who might be watching. Even if it was the driver of the Ghetto furnished Cutlass.
"Pour some sugar on me!" He cried, finally, FINALLY, understanding exactly what the lyrics meant.
"So what's next for Sasha McGee?" Jessica asked.
"I don't know." She said.
Sasha was curled into a ball in the sofa, drinking her soycaf tea, her aunt and mother sitting on either side of her, wondering if she could use this particular furniture for her next encounter with Danny, that is why they got it.
