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Pavel heard his own voice cry out, “Mother of Kazan”!   YEWUBDAR Pavel sat back in a club chair teen in Dmitri’s private room, drawing luxuriously on a mild cigar and swirling his chacha in an oversized brandy glass. threesome He had slept extremely well, bathed and breakfasted at leisure and then enjoyed a pre-prandial stroll through the wooded hills, up to the crucifixion mound and back, before an immensely satisfying lunch of cold slices from Vasiliki’s haunches, grilled with cinnamon. Calm, relaxed and at peace with himself, he was a different man to the anguished and defeated Pavel who had arrived at the convent the previous day. Watching Yewubdar’s beautiful form cross the floor to pour Dmitri another drink, he recalled his first sight of the men when they had burst into the chapel so dramatically. They appeared like mountain beasts of ancient Svitavian legend. Their jaws had adorable been completely re-sculpted, and their snarling mouths revealed rows of outsized implants – great canines and carnassials gleaming and champing. Pierre sported the huge tusks of a wild boar while Leon’s front teeth were now long and pointed like a bat’s. Their hands, too, had been surgically remodelled so that each man’s fingers ended with hooked, black talons like a wyvern’s claws. Their hair and beards were long and flowing. Pavel had lived for many years with photographs and film footage of the four of them, but now felt as though he were seeing a fantastic, hallucinatory version from their own victims’ sexual nightmares. There had certainly been a dreamlike quality to what followed. Leon was the first to take a woman. He bore down on the voluptuous Asian with his hard face twisted into a bestial snarl, teeth bared, and claws outstretched like a grey forest wolf. She offered herself with the attitude of a martyr meeting ravening beasts in the arena, wrapping her arms and legs around his lean body to draw him close and throwing her head back so that her soft throat was exposed and vulnerable. Pavel recalled her face vividly; ecstatic and glorious as she announced her vision of the Pallid Mask and then even more beautiful in the moment when his fangs pierced her jugular. The others had their prey just as brutally; Pierre opened the throat of one woman with his left hand and immediately drew another eager sacrifice to kneel in the fountain of gore while he stabbed his right fiercely into her bosom and belly. Grigori flung his chosen victim to the floor and had her in such a mad frenzy with hands and teeth that she was roughly decapitated, blood pumping across the room from the jagged remains of her slender neck. Dmitri alone moved with a measure of restraint, brushing the young goth’s blue hair tenderly aside and allowing her a few moments of dread anticipation before sinking his terrible fangs into her soft flesh while drawing the pulsing heart from her chest and stabbing his hard cock into her dripping amateur cunt. Pavel settled more comfortably into his seat, graciously permitting Carissa to catch his ash in her cupped hands. She looked down demurely to hide the fire of profound servitude in her eyes as she put it to her lips and swallowed. He recalled how she and Yewubdar had fallen at his feet while the men ravished corpses and his loins stirred at the memory of their slavish tongues and clever, lustful fingers. The next four victims had been despatched in the most perfunctory manner, eviscerated and exsanguinated with casual detachment. They took the woman who had served as a table, the wax-covered gymnast who had posed motionless as a living candlestick and two freshly bathed and scented nudes who had only stood in line to watch and wait and want. Pavel had barely registered their existence before they were snuffed out so carelessly, but he smiled to remember how he had relished both the spectacle and the sound of broken voices sobbing out witness of the Pallid Mask. He took a sip of his drink and felt desperate eyes follow his movement. Yewubdar slunk past, carrying the bottle back to its table. Her hips rolled and her breasts swayed as she moved, and he knew the lewd display was for him; Pavel and Yewubdar big had a dark, unspoken communion. She would be his next kill and the earthy scent of her arousal was heavy in his nostrils. As a trainee detective, he had experienced a morbid fascination with women like her, who waited in an agony of expectation for inevitable death. 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