The Bloody Covenant
Chapters 27.
...BLOODY AGREEMENT...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 27...
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"Tonight .. You must come with me, Son of Karyadi's Descendants! Ahaha!"
The tire squeals sounded deafening as Nola stepped on the brake pedal abruptly. Vehicles also move around uncontrollably. Then rolled on the asphalt several times until finally stopped after hitting the shoulder of the road hard.
The body of the vehicle was destroyed and squeezed the steering room by force. Hard collision several times Blasting, making the driver's body thrown slammed forward about the dashboard.
Nola screamed loudly feeling the tremendous pain of tearing her stomach skin from the impact of the steering handle. Thick blood spurted from his mouth, nose and ear holes violently.
Shortly before his consciousness disappeared, Nola still saw the creepy form laughing loudly revealing its pointed fangs and bright red eyes.
Furthermore, there was nothing more to remember, except the shrill screams of Nola filled the sky cavity with a heartbreaking sound.
"Yetoo!"
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"Aarrrghh!" Mr. Karyadi growled like a lion that had just found prey in times of famine.
The struggle that begins is done gently, slowly turns rough. The male fingers began to snatch and grab Sri's hair, then pulled it until the woman grimaced in pain.
THE PLAQUE!
Sri slapped Mr. Karyadi hard in the face. Not the pain ringis that appeared on his face, instead a terrible grin was present between the hot breaths that struck.
"Do it again, Sri!" challenge Mr. Karyadi to speed up his erotic movements, "me ... "
Mr. Karyadi closed his eyes while holding his breath for a moment. He felt a smooth movement around his pelvis, running quickly towards his maleness. And ....
"Aarrrghh!"
The middle-aged man roared violently with a stiff convulsing body. Then throw yourself beside Sri who was drenched in sweat all over the body.
There was clearly a matchless tired look on Mr. Karyadi's face. His breath until stinged irregularly.
But not with Sri, the young woman grinned with a shudder while rising from the fall. Staring sharply at the weakly rolled figure by his side.
Sri took a deep breath with her eyes closed. Feel the tingling sensation of pulling human seeds belonging to the employer who collapsed at the end of the struggle.
"Do it back, sir!" sri whispered with a heavy and raucous voice.
Mr. Karyadi opened his eyes slowly, "Wait a while longer, Sri! Right now, I can't do it."
THE PLAQUE!
Sri's hard slap landed heavily on Mr. Karyadi's skin, "I said do it again, Karyadi!"
Sri's voice turned heavy as usual.
"Sri .. you?"
THE PLAQUE!
Mr. Karyadi was in pain.
"You ... ?"
"You?!"
In the midst of confusion, Mr. Karyadi was forced to serve the young maid again for the second time. But this time it was not like the previous game. Full of harsh and painful treatment. Just a moment and before long, the man roared again with a stiff convulsing body.
"Two useless jackfruit!" rutuk Sri with eye-shaking eyes scented with deep disappointment, looking intently at the figure of Mr. Karyadi who was rolled unconscious and a body full of red sheets of slap marks.
Still with a snort of breath stifling with the still unsatisfied taste, Sri got out of bed.
"Where are the boys?" sri's eyeballs moved wildly looking for the figure she was referring to as she rushed towards Ardy's room. But it was not found, because the young man was not at home.
Disappointed, Sri passed to the back room. Precisely another male bedroom, Mang Kurdi.
The door to his room is not locked, Sri just entered without knocking first.
Mang Kurdi was lying peacefully on the bed, so he did not realize that the young woman who had evoked his maleness, came closer.
Slowly, Sri sat down next to Mang Kurdi. Along with the grin, the taut fingers began to creep pulling the sarong cloth that covered the lower half of Mang Kurdi's old body. Then stop right at one particular point while dancing a certain ritual.
"Sri .. "erang Mang Kurdi opened his eyes and recognized the figure in front of him, "you .... "
Sri smiled among the dim light of the stuffy room lights.
"Wake up!" pinta Sri did not stop moving her fingers under Mang Kurdi's stomach.
"What are you doing, Sri?" asked Mang Kurdi was broken because of the biological influence that began to erode.
"Don't you want me, Mang?" whisik Sri spoiled invite taste.
The Kurdish man was struck with an increasingly rapid heartbeat, "Tonight as well?"
"When else, Mang?" sri's grin again shouts between the glare of pushy eyes staring at the handle in his fingers.
"Attent .. I take the medicine first ... " Mang Kurdi intends to rise from the collapse, but the hunt is swiftly detained by Sri.
"No need, Mang. Enjoy it while sleeping. Because I will .... " Sri leaned her body closer to the bottom of Mang Kurdi's stomach.
A stifled scream immediately came out from the old man's mouth. Hissing accompanied by a gasping breath.
"Sri .... "
His hip brace began to move rhythmically following an irregular rhythm. The strong grip of his old nails rained down looking for a grip on the hard and smelly mattress base, holding a taste that was hard to imagine. Then ....
"Aaaakkhhh .. "the shrill scream of Mang Kurdi only momentarily broke the silence, held behind the other defender of Sri's palm.
Mang Kurdi felt the entire flow in his body start moving wildly quickly. Tracing each passage of veins, then ran to a point where the only part of the male body was in full power of the lip of Sri. The beginning of slow pleasure turns into unparalleled pain.
The rest of his old body strength disappeared instantly changing with a stiff feeling, holding back the pace for a revolt.
"Mmmmffhhh .. " Mang Kurdi's screams were momentarily still held and a moment later disappeared.
The old eyes were wide open with wide gaping mouths. It was still stiff, stretched out with a heart that had not yet beat again.
The entire surface of his skin was wrinkled like there was never any blood flow in the body. The skinny figure of Mang Kurdi turned pale. The man died instantly.
Sri released Mang Kurdi's body accompanied by a satisfied smile. The rest of the fresh blood pooled around his red lip line. Then the woman laughed shrillly without feeling sinful while leaving the figure of Mang Kurdi just like that.
The young woman returned to her master's room. It appears the figure of Mr. Karyadi sitting cross-legged on the bottom side of the bed with his eyes closed, while chanting incantations with language that is not understood.
...SERIATE...
