Thread: Gore Whore [Kassyghost and Darkest Nightmare]

Kjell had been fucking Vikki in the other room when he heard Kassy's voice crying out. Vikki truly was a willing a little whore and he had been teasing her for an hour with his cock, repeatedly bringing her to the edge but not letting her cum. He liked her better when she was horny, she'd do anything. At the moment, he was pounding her doggystyle , her wrists gripped behind her back and her upper body supported just by the fistful of hair he was using to pull her back onto his cock with every thrust. Sound's like your little slut friend is finally awake, chuckled Kjell as he quickened his tempo. The black haired groupie's tits were swinging wildly and he let her moans build up again until she was squealing incoherently. Just when he judged she was the point of finally orgasming, her cries pitching higher, he pushed her off his cock to sprawl face first on the bed. Vikki's hungry pussy gaped desperately for the big cock that had been filling it and he knew she was at peak frustration right now. Due to the copious amount of cocaine and whiskey he'd partaken in, plus the load he'd blasted on Kassy's face earlier, Kjell's own stamina was running high. He was just now starting to want to cum, but had enjoyed teasing his own cock and letting his pleasure build. Plenty of time to release it in one big load later. No cum for you yet. You are going to have to earn it. Let's go out and say hello to Pissing Beauty. Kjell gave Vikki's ass a hard slap to snap her out of her stupor and turned to leave his bedroom. The shitty apartment came furnished and was dirt cheap, both important considerations as the band saved up for their big upcoming tour. Already shabby when they moved in last week, it was rapidly turning into a complete shit hole from the non-stop debauchery. Needles, pills, bags of drugs, and random paraphernalia Kjell wasn't even sure about were scattered around with cans of cheap beer and empty bottles of booze. Not Vikki, just the guy who has been fucking her all night! greeted Kjell as he walked into the dimly lit room. He was naked, his still hard cock jutting out in front of him and dripping with Vikki's juices. His face was clean now, he'd washed off his makeup earlier, but his tattooed body and that upside-down cross still made him look as if he was wearing a anti-christ rockstar costume. He glanced at his throbbing rod and added, Clearly I'm not down yet, right? Kassy was sitting on the couch with a beer and holding a pillow over her lap. Gool was slouched across from her, a grin on his face. Kjell had explained to his bassist what had happened earlier and Gool had also felt Erebus' presence from the other room. He was the only other person, aside from Kassy now, that had been touched directly by Erebus like Kjell. The horny bassist was in some ways more devout a worshipper than even Kjell himself and he'd quickly grasped how valuable Kassy could be to the band. Her virginity is intact, brother! Can't say the same about her dignity though, chuckled Gool with a hoot after he raised a beer to Kjell's entrance. There had been a small party in the apartment after the show, a dozen or so hardcore groupies and roadies doing drugs and drinking. Gool had been the self-appointed protector of Kassy's virgin pussy, guarding her on the couch all night. He hadn't done much to protect anything else, however, and there had been a lot of selfies taken with her gorgeous pink snatch. Gool had several himself with her legs splayed behind his face as she slumbered unconscious. He'd been firm about not letting anyone stick a finger into her tight opening for fear of damaging her cherry, but evidently tongues had been ok and Kjell had seen the bassist take a few tastes himself. The same couldn't be said about her asshole, which had been fingered a couple times by frustrated roadies. One had even jerked off on the girl's face, to Gool's ire, although she was still so caked in smegma that you couldn't notice now. Glad to hear it Gool and good job protecting her. You really owe him Kassy, some of the guys in here tonight don't have any self-control. He's like your black night in ghoulish armor. Feeling back to normal yet? said Kjell as he walked over and gave her chin a rub of fake concern. He stared down at her, his cock still throbbing slightly as he took in her half-dressed form. That boob couldn't quite stay in her ripped shirt, could it? His dick was going to soften eventually, but just the sight of her was enough to keep it hard for now. Hey, you know what I have planned for you? After every good show we do a ceremony late night, for the most hardcore. Vikki hasn't even done it yet.... I want you to take the oath tonight with me. For real. Wouldn't that be fun? There was a single leather bound book on the half-broken bookshelf behind the couch, and Kjell pulled it down with reverence before walking to sit next to Kassy. His eyes went to the carpet where, under the stains, a pentagram had been painted in black with rune like writing on the five corners. Any fan would recognize it from their website as the band logo, the cross of Erebus. This was given to me last year, Kjell said, opening the book and showing her yellowed pages ful of spidery handwriting and cryptic diagrams. Kjell's blue eyes met hers and glittered darkly through some strange trick of light, like the irises had a cloud pass over them but still managed to reflect the dim glow of the lamp. The black bible of Erebus. It's where we get our power, our music, and our knowledge. This shit is real, Kassy. You felt it tonight. Erebus wants you to be part of it.