The room is devoid of all decoration or furnishing, not even having a visible way in or out. Three figures appear amid swirls of light, a man and a woman and then something in between. There's a flash of recognition as man and woman see each other, something else is in her gaze as she eyes the man's nude form.
"There is something that links you I think."
She looks away guiltily as the third person speaks, takes a nervous step towards the man.
"We are siblings by adoption but what of it? Care to explain how an element of Japanese culture stands before us? Care to name yourself?"
"I was born this way." The person sketches a mocking curtsy. "I am Catlyn."
"Dave. And this is Selene."
Selene moves slightly towards Dave when Catlyn looks at her, not liking the intent in the other person's eyes.
"Where I'm from first introductions are usually more physical..."
"But we're not from where you're from, or from where we're from."
Correct. You are where I was from. The sudden voice is inside their heads, effortlessly overpowering their own thoughts. You are here to kill or be killed.
Daggers fade into existence at the feet of the room's occupants, blades glinting in the light.
"And if we refuse?"
Your sister thinks differently to you. See how she moves.
Dave spins to see Selene dashing at Catlyn, a dagger in each hand. He knows she can use them, seen her in action, but snatches up a dagger from the floor, shifting into a stance that'll let him burst into motion.
Catlyn steps back when Selene runs at her, using a foot to flick a dagger into the air. Catching it the futa lashes out, the clash of metal loud in the room. She sways away from Selene's other dagger, grabbing the extended arm, and then pulls the woman close. Catlyn's dagger sinks into Selene's stomach to the hilt, the woman's eyes widen as she's penetrated, and then the breath escapes her as Catlyn thrusts up with her hips, the futa's hardening shaft sliding along Selene's lower lips. Both tumble to the floor, Selene pinned beneath her killer, and Catlyn lifts her head to smirk at Dave as she starts humping, her moan as her length enters Selene echoing. He watches for a moment, in shock as the person he swore to protect is taken and a little shamed as his body reacts to the situation.
An anger fills him when Catlyn winks at him, the leather on the dagger's handle creaks as his grip tightens. Slowly, deliberately, he walks forward, torn between lust and rage. He glares at Catlyn as she rapes the dying Selene and is just within reach when he makes a decision. His dagger grinds through the bone of her skull, pierces the futa's brain, and his cock slides into her open mouth. He can feel her throat muscles fluttering as he pumps in and out, watches her eyes roll when he twists the dagger. Full-body shudders race through all three, Dave's release accompanied by the death spasms of Catlyn and Selene. The futa collapses, almost completely hiding Selene from view, and Dave breathes heavily, a frown on his face as he contemplates the corpses in front of him.
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