Set The Beast Free In The Night

Step, step, step, step, step, step.

Tap.

"Boy, here you are. Where is your sister? Inside? Oh, well well well, doesn't matter. Come with us for a bit? Our Boss has something to tell you, for sure!"

In front, right in front of his house, Ciemnosc found his right shoulder tapped by a hooligan-looking idiotic and moronic hooligan. The man was ugly alright. About 26 to even 30 years old, with a sweaty countenance and ugly clean clothes. When Ciemnosc looked to his right, tilting his chin towards this hooligan, the latter was already widely smiling with a disgusting wideness, to say the least.

"Oh, cute enough, ey. Boss will really like having that talk with you, eh." Added the hooligan, who then gestured to some other hooligans around. At once, Ciemnosc felt his arms taken in a semi-soft-lock by another 2 behind him, with much stronger builds and much taller as well. Probing right away, Ciemnosc found himself totally incapable of freeing himself from their strong grip. But he was now damn sure they weren't cultivators at the very least.

Taking a last look at his house, Ciemnosc then lowered his head, his eyes showing calm and serenity but no indifference. Instead, showing off a stable and solid light through them despite there not being any actual light.

“There, there boy. Not trying anything fun, boy.” - “Mm, mmn, save that for later. You won’t have any other nice chances if you keep resisting.” The 2 strong hooligans said, tightening their grip on his arms and elevating their gripping arm and hand to inflict pain at his shoulders, but not gaining any results as they then shrugged their shoulders boringly.

“Ey! Take a look around the house, don’t break everything! It’s hours noooow~!!” The ugly hooligan who seemed to be in charge of these idiotic hooligans said, immediately sending 7 or so hooligans into Ciemnosc’s house with rumbling and crazy forced and dragged-on laughter sounding nonstop along with screams of the same caliber.

“...Eheh-heh.” Giving Ciemnosc a look, one of ‘yeah, I’m bothering you, am I not?’, the hooligan sent Ciemnosc off with his small, rectangle-like disgusting, ugly eyes as he was being dragged away on his feet towards…the old hag’s house direction.

Step…s-tep… Creaaak~. Step step, step -thud- duh- tutuh!

From the inside to the outside, muffled footsteps sounded. And it only took a second for those outside on the other side of the door to open it, semi slowly and to impulse a weak person into the building before closing it quickly right after. In contrast, the person they pushed in stumbled about before finally falling on his knees and shins at the nice, but not that smooth, wooden floor with lit candles all around.

Huu- haeengh, huu- haengh~...

Ciemnosc found himself in front of a pair of large thick legs of a man, thankfully covered by some pants. But he kept quiet and refused to even raise his head as he instead looked ‘deadly’ at the wooden floor with several different flickering shadows from above.

There were about 2 pairs of slender hands and arms that were traveling up and down a large head and wide, thick shoulders being shadowed onto the wooden floor by the lit candles around and above. Those slender hands would massage and sensually tempt the bigger shadow. Sometimes a small and slender head would dive in and remain close to the large head’s shadow, overlapping it.

“...Boss, bad news, the whore of the village has left the village.” Suddenly, from outside, the ugly hooligan’s voice was heard, his tone sorry and subservient as the boss that was right in front of Ciemnosc seemed to have become disappointed and said after sighing a little. “That’s alright, just leave now. It’s my time to play.”

Zip- vrrree-.

Having said that, the ‘boss’ then seemed to pull his pants down after opening them, with the slender hands surely having grabbed ‘it’ as the ‘boss’ exclaimed things such as letting the prize get it first and not dirtying before he began to play. To which the kind, seductive and womanly voices of those slender shadows would reluctantly let him be.

“Heh heh! Boy,” the boss finally took notice of. Ciemnosc only felt the wind on his left cheek before a large, rough hand went over to grab his chin, and raise it up. Immediately, Ciemnosc was met with blurry images of an, okay, well enough endorsed virile member and then the face of the boss. The boss then said with his back against his chair as his huge dick trembled.

“Where did yer sister go? This hag over here,” the boss pointed at his back once Ciemnosc was forced to look into his face already. Ciemnosc looked at the back only to see several mangled cut parts of a body on a table, with some hanging around and others directly placed on the table or on the floor. “Told me of how great she was at everything, even at playing with women. Do you really not know where she is?”

“...” Ciemnosc said nothing, as he didn’t even return his gaze at the boss’s face, let alone at the enthusiastic member that felt let alone. And feeling annoyed by the boy’s behavior, the boss then said as he made the thing wiggle left and right while jumping on his seat a little bit a few times. “Well, you will have to take her place alone then. Surely you know what to ahaha, do! You’ve seen her do it lots, ey?!”

The boss became all smiles, all while the actually gorgeous-looking sluts around him licked their lips while looking at Ciemnosc’s face and at the huge cock quite a few inches in front of his face, but Ciemnosc remained motionless.

“Do it, you know what- or you’re dead boy.” The boss said, at last, having lost his cool and…getting really impatient. And as if that wasn’t enough he grabbed it and wiggled it around some more while terrifying anyone who would be in Ciemnosc’s place right now…

“Do you know what a cultivator is? I am one, I’m barely at the 3rd stage, but I…can easily kill anyone I want!” The boss looked with a pair of raging eyes and twitching cheeks down at Ciemnosc, who was looking mighty tasty for him to taste.

“...” Seems there was no other choice. Ciemnosc had nothing else but to comply, so he lifted his right arm with his right-handed fingertips aiming at the grotesque phallus. Meanwhile, the boss became glad at last as he saw the pretty prey begin playing, “Hahaha! That’s right, nothing better than a pretty boy like you who understands how to do it and doing it right, HAHA!”

“...” Ciemnosc was already damn handsome enough. But when in his position, as he slightly opened his mouth and prodded his body forwards, the boss became ever so feverishly addicted to the image…

Until.

Phhshk! Phhshk! Phhshk! Phhshk! Phhshk!-... Crrreeesshhhhkk~~~!!

“Ah- AAAAUGGHYWAAAUU AAA HAA AAAH AAAHHHNGHAAAHHH!!” Directly after seeing open his mouth, the boss threw the back of his head against the chair’s backtop, his body already imagining the heavenly fruits of his power, which might get him feeling really good right away. Only to see the slut at his left with her eyes widening and her pupils shrinking to an unbearable degree that made him dizzy just from seeing her alone.

Right away, he felt his entire crotch as if scooped over by a spoon, only that this one was also a fork with 5 little blades, that easily went through his body and…directly after began to move upwards having already penetrated his skin a few inches in!

“WAAGUWAAAAAAAH!!!!” Blood swarmed about everywhere from the crotch and lower belly of the boss, his intestine already having a fight for seeing who came out first. While Ciemnosc on the other hand had made a little, unseen backwards somersault with his body moving forward, avoiding all the blood coming out from the boss’s body and managing to stand right behind the boss’s chair.

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Phhshk! Phhshk! Crrreeesshhhhkk-Crrreeesshhhhkk.

Ciemnosc’s arms were lifted, forming a T pose, immediately also stabbing the sluts’ throats with his fingers top, making blood smear his hands, then forearms, the smooth another side of their elbows before finally landing on his face, but with their bodies finally falling on the floor once the shock passed by and weakness overwhelmed their bodies and senses.

“...!” The blood, however, incited the kindling of a type of ‘luxury’ he had never really felt before, never when nursing his Sister. As the blood reached his face, some humble droplets fell on his mouth from his lips that were left slightly open, the sluts’ blood immediately sent his body into a thunderous rumbling but that was only for a moment and wasn’t clouding nor limiting any of his senses nor sense of reality for that matter.

“...lick…” Ciemnosc tasted the blood in his right-handed fingers, the one he had already cleaned up from the filth of the boss’s body and blood as he was jumping around. His fingers ended up being once again cleaned up now. Though, instead of with a cloth, with his lips and tongue. Then, doing the same with his left hand, Ciemnosc felt that thunderous rumbling in his head as it went on and on.

Meanwhile, all of it happened. And very briefly, while the boss was bleeding out but not quite there yet to death. As such, after relishing upon the newfound sensations and feelings, Ciemnosc’s attention was finally garnered by the squirming, soundlessly screaming boss whose body was still able to remain steady on the chair…

Step! Step! Step! Step! Step! Step step step step step!

Quickly coming towards the old hag’s house, the hooligans. Who were just now resting all around the house and playing in it, as the entire villagers were getting woken up and the lights of each house and building were being lit up. Only the hooligans were the last ones to take notice of the strange occurrences in the boss’s new little house.

PAM!

“Boss!” - “Bo-....” Rushing towards it, the hooligans finally as they opened the door with one of the strong ones slamming their left shoulder against it… They all became cold with sweat as they watched their boss’s bulging eyes, rotating so randomly and at all angles, all while the boy from before was crossing his fingertips at the neck of their boss, forming long trails of blood as his skin was being cut cleanly with just the normal-looking nails of that boy behind their boss’s chair.

“UUGKH… AUGGHK!!” With his blood flushing out of his body once more, but just a little less than before, the boss was no longer able to scream anymore. Only his dying, twitching body remained moving as he felt his life dissipating. His mind was in chaos, ‘How can…this be, I…am a cultivator! Cultivator! Why am I being kill- no… no no no no… noo!!!’.

“...” Ciemnosc, who was caught with his hands bloodied, slowly looked up at the newcomers, those hooligans who smelled of his own home, that of his Sister and his Mother!

Ssseeee-fwip!

His fingers slid a bit more sideways, reaching right below the boss’s ears, whose eyes were fully dimming at last. Ciemnosc then ‘slapped’ his hands away from the neck of the boss, thin but long trails of blood decorating the air for a little bit.

Meanwhile, all of what the hooligans could see was how the entire other half of the room was bloodied and with dead bodies around, not just one of the halves, which was done by all cooperatively. As they saw the front of the chair of their boss smeared with blood, testicles, a shrunken glans, and ‘intimate skin’ made their appearance as a bit of blood came down from those parts, revealing them a bit more not just in shape but in color now as well.

“Kill HIM!” - “GET HIM, for BOSS!!” A couple hooligans shouted, making Ciemnosc alarmed as they both carried a machete, rusty and half an adult’s whole arm in length with a thickness of 2 fingers.

Swoop, tap tap- whoosh!

Ciemnosc turned to his left, rushed to the open window without making a noise, and by the time the hooligans arrived before that window, Ciemnosc’s soles had already impulsed his body outside into the darkness of outside of the village’s ‘territory’.

“Goddamit, what are you all doing?! Go chase him!” One of the strong hooligans said, leading the charge. While 2 hooligans remained in the house, one with a rusty machete and the other a seemingly weakened fellow. The one with the machete looked at their boss, holding their head with their hands as if their head would fall off if they didn’t, and said, “Fuck, what are we gonna do? He hasn’t taught us yet how to cultivate, ah fuck!”

“Hm?” However, just as the hooligan with the machete was trying to ease his extreme anxiousness, he felt a weird sensation on his back. Immediately, he saw the other hooligan that was clearly much weaker being grabbed from behind by the chin and throat. A left hand with bloodied nails was making a large gnash, deep and slow in that hooligan’s neck.

While the other hand was holding his chin, not allowing him to move his mouth nor jaw whatsoever, all while his nose was being beastly bitten tight by the seemingly ordinary but cruel and thirsty teeth…of Ciemnosc.

“AH! Ah, fuck, fuck!!” The sight terrified the hooligan, though they’ve eaten people before, especially old shits like the hag who had some parts of her limbs dangling on the other half of the room, it was done so ‘officially’, with clean tools and clothes ready to be sent to the trash right after finishing their preparations.

Now, as he saw a dying partner in such a…way. The hooligan with the rusty machete couldn’t think well. His left hand grabbing the rusty machete, he stepped four times in a row with his machete flying about rather stupidly, clearly feeling all of these events way too surreal to be true yet also knowing they were true…so pitiful.

“...!” Ciemnosc finally acted when the machete-wielding hooligan got close enough and, with all of the strength in the world he could muster, he threw the already limp hooligan’s body upwards, meeting the rusty machete with his chest right at the sternum.

PAKKka!

“Ah- aa- ah fuck! Ah~~!!” A rather brief and quick sound that even sounded somewhat cute, was emitted as the hooligan got a little woken up by the situation, both his hands grabbing the handle as he tried to pull the rusty machete out of his deadass companion’s chest. Yet, he took way too long. That blade was way too rusty and decrepit, after all…

Swooo- swooop!! PAM!

A pair of flying heavy objects grabbed by Ciemnosc’s bloodied hands met the hooligan’s head from both sides. There was barely any audible sounds of squishy things being squashed, for the impact was too loud and powerful to overwhelm the former.

…Step, step, step, step, step…

After some time, the hooligans that went out to look for Ciemnosc in the darkest of the deep blue night; were finally returning. Their steps were slow, somewhat, and very dispirited. Who knew what kind of shit they’d be doing now. Seeing the lights of the villagers lit up didn’t help at all their mindset to be calmed down.

Already thinking of going around to pick up some of the young ladies, they entered the now surely bloody house in small batches of 2 to 3s. When the first batch went in, saw the additional two corpses piled up in a corner seemingly to ‘hide’ another body that wasn’t clearly visible, they hurriedly moved over to discover the boy surely hiding below the two corpses.

“HAH! Boy, you stupid.” - “Get him, get him now!!” The one with the machete nodded at the other hooligan, lifting his machete and already lowering it down. While the other hooligan grabbed one corpse and kicked the other, pulling the grabbed corpse towards him to reveal the ‘boy’ hiding below them.

PAKK!

There was however only the sight of an already going pale corpse of a gorgeous lady barely clothed being stabbed harshly at the top of her head. Her lifeless head became a bit uglier thanks to the new large cut of a rusty blade on her pretty forehead.

“...aah! He’s th-”

Crrreeesshhhhkk!! Crrreeesshhhhkk~! Crrreeesshhhhkk…

Just as they were confused like shit, they heard the hooligans that were barely entering the room but stopped and looked outside to their right. The hooligans inside with the machete looked back only to see those other 2, who were entering the house, suddenly be tackled down at a fast speed by a fast-moving shadow!

“...” - “...!” Watching this eerie sight, and images of shadowed, darkened blood streaming from the blind spot they had from within the house to the outside, the hooligans got the shivers running up their spines as one of them gulped and became very nervous for the two of them already.

“The blade, the blade! Take it, pull it!!” Turning around, the hooligan said to the other one with his index finger tremblingly pointing at the slut’s head. The other hooligan then turned round and grabbed the handle of the rusty machete and said while looking back and nodded before focusing all his strength towards pulling the rusty machete over. “Ah!! Yes, yes yes, I’m on it, guard the door!”

Sshllck…pluu…splash, splash… Krr, kreek~!

‘Aaaaghh, it’s so hard! I can’t do it fast enough, aaah!’, the hooligan thought as he worked harder and smarter to move the blade stuck on the head of the slut whose upturned eyes reminded him of her sucking his cock, which did not help in his current situation of survival.

“Aggh! Hey, how are you with the door? Where is he? Talk to me!” In despair, the hooligan shouted, his courage seemingly formed from doing something so ‘manly’, having really gained much more bravery and balls for the current situation he was in. But he really couldn’t be blamed though. That was one hell of a boy, capable of killing cultivators!

“Hey, the dooor! I said, what’s with the door? W-w- with the damn door and th- the- that boy?!” The hooligan ‘asked’ again, his hands getting a bit cold as he didn’t receive any reply. He decided to calm himself down, which would be better than panicking, he thought inside his head. But just as he stood up straight after leaving the machete’s handle still halfway left to unstuck it from the slut’s head, he turned around only to watch the most horrifying sight under the already dim lights of the remaining candles…

…puff puff puff…puff…

Finally went off on their own while looking deep into those all-devouring eyes.

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