In our roleplaying porn it was very important that we got the details of the young ones slaughter correct. Every tiny scream, every tear, every ounce of blood shed on the alter, was a chain in our story, one we loved telling each other. It always started the same, as he waited patiently for me to arrive at the gate of the cemetery. I had her tied and subdued. He approved. He led me to the center of the church and there is where we laid her innocence to rest. We 
would laugh and sing and chant the dark lords name as she cried and gasped for air through the slit in her throat. Eventually over come with lust we would rub the blood on each others naked blasphemous body. Our sex on fire with the hate and passion of darkness, ever consuming. A dance of death, a song of hate, blasphemous death unto you once more. Rise oh dark lord, take her… she is but an offering of your humbled and evil servants. And when he unloaded his hot spunk all over her dead body, the sky would turn red. Ah those are the best phone sex calls in the middle of the night. Don’t you agree?
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