Kasyn, the Spunk-Prince

From Kyler’s journal: I have for some reason been summoned to daughters’ section of the compound by Magran, the fucking nektonic witch, but I will not learn until later what my new husband Kasyn and my son Dak are up to in the Inner Village…

“You really hate the fuck out of this condom idea, don’t you?” Dak said to Kasyn as they stood in the sex tools aisle of the pharmacia, deciding which product to purchase. 

“Honestly,” said Kasyn, “it’s an annoyance, and if these Moon boys that we plan to fuck can actually get pregnant—and if they don’t want to get pregnant—then they don’t have to let me stick my dick in their cunts. They can always just suck me off. And I am happy to let them put their cocks in my ass.”

Dak laughed. “Daddy, there is no way that once we are naked and hot with those orchid boys that you are not going to want to piston-pump their pussies. We are just getting ourselves prepared in case they need us to wrap our sticks first.”

“Well, we need to hurry up and get back there,” said Kasyn, “before we miss the chance to even hit them up for it. So grab something and let’s go!”

But Dak dithered for a minute over which brand to buy—he finally settled on Ares Astra Extra-Large Super-Ribbed—and then over how many to buy. “So there are like ten or twelve of them, potentially, and two of us, so…”

“Come on, baby. Let’s move!”

Dak finally grabbed four packs of twelve, but the cashier, who had been listening in, said, “If you little pricks are actually going to fuck that much today, you might as well get this.” And he withdrew from under the counter a 144-pack. “It’s like half-price versus getting the twelve-packs.”

Kasyn really wanted to unbutton his fly and show the cashier how not little his thick drippy prick was, but he remained quiet while Dak finished the purchase. Outside the store, Dak broke open the oversized box, discarded it in a trash bin and stuffed the strips of rubbers into his backpack. “Ok, now we have enough to each fuck all twelve of them six times each!”

Kasyn chuckled and leaned into Dak’s face and gave him a quick sloppy tongue-to-tongue kiss and they hurried back down the crowded street to the cafe where they’d spotted the gang of orchid boys. 

From Kyler’s journal…

On my way to see Spathe, Nox and Charon—at the behest of the witch—I was distracted by the sight of my son Torus who appeared in the corridor in front of me, emerging from a door below which ran ancient stone steps down into the pleasure grotto. He was naked and shiny with oil and sweat. “Oh! Hello, Kyler!” 

I drew close to him and pulled him into a hug. He smelled like boy-ass and semen and pit-sweat, and it was obvious he’d just come up from some fuck-recreation below. I kissed him for a few moments, sucking his wet tongue into my mouth. I pulled away a bit and, with my fingers, held his mouth open and spit into it. His stiff prong brushed against my thigh and he leaned into me. “What are you up to today, Father?” he wondered, and before I answered, he pressed his nose and mouth into my bare left armpit and inhaled and licked at the damp musky hair.

“Have you seen Kasyn yet today?” I wondered.

Torus blushed, as if he’d been caught doing something unseemly. “Daddy and Dak went into town for lunch. Daddy—Kasyn—fucked me in bed this morning before he left, and he said that was what he was going to do today.”

“Into town?”

“Inner Village. Dak said he wanted to show Daddy some of the, um, sights!”

“Oh, all right then. I am on my way to see your sisters and the bloody witch. Something about their pregnancies.” I gazed into his eyes. I pulled Torus closer and said, “But I have a minute to spare.”

I drew the boy along with me into an unused guest suite. I directed him to lie on his back on top of the dining table at the front room’s center. Understanding my intention, he let his head drop back over the edge of the table and he opened his mouth widely. Torus has no gag reflex at all, and of my five sons, he is by far the best deep-throat cocksucker. His gullet is like a second pussy to fuck, and I can actually see the shroom-head of my long thick prick bulging in his throat and bobbing his apple on each thrust. I fucked his face like this, my ballsack slapping against his forehead, just for a minute or two until I felt I needed to release my load, which I did in a dozen pulses deep in his throat. I withdrew from his mouth and hopped up onto the table and spread his knees with mine and slid down, mouth to his wood and slurped him in. It was only another minute before gave me his warm wet nut, sweet and salty and delicious on my tongue. 

In the Inner Village…

The lavender-skinned orchid boys led Kasyn and Dak to a loft house above a factory just a block or two from the cafe. During the short walk, the Moon boys chattered with each other in their own native tongue:

Tiaj belaj knaboj!

Ĉu ilia semen estas dolĉa?

Mi volas fiksi ilin!

Ili rigidigas mian penon!

There were ten of them as it turned out, and they’d rented the place for a couple weeks. Once they’d brought their guests inside, Kasyn noticed that the sleeping area had only two beds—very large beds but still only two of them—and he wondered if all ten of them shared these two beds for sleeping or if there was another bedroom elsewhere. The second thing Kasyn noticed was the astounding smell in the air, somewhat like a concentration of boy-sweat but somehow sweeter and almost spicy. Orchid sweat! Kasyn thought. I love it! Then, when one of the orchid boys drew close to Kasyn and kissed him, he smelled it more strongly from the boy’s armpits and his strange leafy hair. 

The ten moon boys started to remove their minimal clothing and told the Earth boys to do the same. Kasyn shed his quickly and he watched Dak undo his fly and tug down his tight shorts. Kasyn realized that he’d yet to have sex with Dak, having so far only nailed Daemon and Phobos after beating their asses with Kyler’s paddle. Dak’s dick looked a bit thicker and longer than those of his brothers, a bit bigger than Kasyn’s and perhaps even bigger than Kyler’s. Dak’s stiff prick stood upright, slightly curved, arrowhead pointing at his belly, at the thin trail of hair that connected his navel to his black pubic thatch. Kasyn’s own cock was rock-hard and leaking a streamer of pre-jac from the tip of his tight foreskin. He was tempted by Dak’s naked beauty but the priority here now was the orchid boys. He decided he’d find some time later to suck on Dak’s pretty prick.

“You’re our first Earth-fucks,” said the orchid boy closest to Kasyn, and the boy grasped Kasyn’s dong with long delicate fingers. 

“You’re our first Moon-fucks,” Kasyn replied, brushing his finger tips over the purple lad’s thick dark nipples. He was surprised when he pulled away his fingers that they were slightly wet, almost sticky, as if slimed with pre-jac. Instinctively, he tasted it: sweet, like honey. “Amazing!” he said, and he lowered his mouth the orchid boy’s chest and sucked on one hard nipple and tasted more of that sweetness. 

“A nectar that we make sometimes when we are horny,” the Moon boy said. “I guess your nipples do not do that?”

“I wish!” said Kasyn. “It’s fucking incredible!”

One of the other orchids, who had been standing behind Dak, and whose name turned out to be Puck, and who had been stroking his fingers over Dak’s back, said, “There are ten of us and only two of you, so I think we should organize things a little bit.” The others murmured in agreement. “Here. You sit here,” he said to Kasyn, pointing to one of the bed, “and you over here.” Dak took his seat on the other bed. “I’m going to blindfold you both for a moment so that you cannot see our deliberations as we decide which of us will have each of you first.”

Puck and one of the boys, named Jodo, each picked up from the floor a discarded jockstrap, shed by the orchid boys when they’d stripped. They wrapped these around Kasyn and Dak’s heads, covering their eyes with the jocks’ dick-pouches, cinching them behind their heads. Kasyn inhaled deeply, relishing the stench of orchid boy ball-sweat over his face. 

Kasyn and Dak sat naked on their beds for a minute and listened to the orchid boys chatter to each other in their native language and laugh. Then Puck said, “All right, then. You may take off your blinds.”

Kasyn did so and saw before him five orchid boys, including Puck. To his left at the foot of the other bed, the other five clustered before Dak, including Jodo. 

All the orchids boys climbed onto the beds, five to enjoy Kasyn and five to lavish their lust on Dak. Kasyn realized that he’d never had sex with five guys at once before, and he decided to let them decide what they wanted to do with him since he was now the oddity here among all these alien lads. Hands spread his thighs and raised his knees. Heads descended into his crotch and he felt his cock slurped into a warm mouth, and another mouth pressed against his anus, lapping at it. Another boy locked his lips against Kasyn’s and pushed his wet tongue into Kasyn’s mouth, while a fourth orchid boy licked his left armpit and the fifth sucked on his right nipple, gently biting it. This went on for several minutes, the five mouths tasting every part of his Kasyn’s body, trading places with each other, switching up who was sucking his cock or licking ballsack, who was eating his asshole, who was kissing his tongue or sucking on his nipples and armpits or licking his navel. Kasyn for his part took his own tastes when a sticky nipple or a swollen purple cock-knob would get close enough to his mouth. The orchid boys’ taste and smell was so intoxicating that Kasyn likened it to fucking while constantly inhaling poppers. From his position, nested among his five boys, he could not really see what Dak was doing in the other bed, but from what he could perceive when he glanced in the direction, his new stepson was similarly being pleasured by his quintet. 

Eventually Puck lifted his face from the stubble of Kasyn’s shaved pubic skin and said, “I want your meat in my cunt, baby, that big fucking Earth-boy knob!” The boys made room for their mate to get onto his hands and knees in the center of the bed, inviting Kasyn to get behind him and take his hole. Kasyn touched Puck’s purple opening and was thrilled to notice how wet and slippery it was, that he would need no extra lube to aid his entry. Kneeling thigh-to-thigh behind slender-hipped Puck, Kasyn pointed his shroom-head at the Moon boy’s hole and pressed forward, slipping easily all the way inside. Puck clenched over Kasyn’s cock and cooed his approval. And Kasyn realized to his delight that this boy had not, in fact, asked him to use a rubber. He though about the 144 unused rubbers in Dak’s backpack and laughed. “Can you cum a lot, baby?” Puck wondered. “Can you give us a lot of your white juice?”

“Given enough time,” Kasyn said, panting a little, thrusting into Puck’s snatch, “I can make enough for all of you!” He glanced over toward the other bed, where Dak had taken a similar position, his dick inside Jodo’s hole, his bulging teenage ass pushing forward into his fuck. “And so can my stepson!”

Kasyn continued a slow and steady boning inside Puck’s tight sheath, and his four other lovers took various positions around him and Puck: one named Maur stood, legs astride Puck’s body and placed his cock in Kasyn’s mouth, and leaked sweetly his pre-jac onto Kasyn’s tongue; another, named Path, startled and thrilled Kasyn by getting behind him and pressing his erection into Kasyn’s cunt, matching the rhythm of his Puck-fuck. Another, named Tier, slid beneath Puck and took Puck’s cock in his mouth and massaged both Puck’s and Kasyn’s ballsacks in his hands. And the last, Bardo, knelt in front of Puck, and Puck sucked on his dong. Several shuddering orgasms happened at nearly the same time: first Kasyn squirted his thick sweet ejaculate into Puck, and Maur did the same, filling Kasyn’s mouth with a heavy squirt. Path cried out and dumped his seed into Kasyn’s gut, and Bardo did the same in Puck’s mouth. And the last, Tier, swallowed Puck’s load and then finished himself off by hand, spraying a wild torrent of thick jizz that spattered all five of his lovers. Kasyn could see and hear that a similar mass-ejaculation was occurring in the other bed, Dak and his five boys all emptying their nut-loads by various means. The already sweetly fetid boy-stench of the room intensified with the aroma of freshly shed orchid sweat and spilled semen. 

They decided they’d rest for a moment and then go for a second round, this time with Kasyn and Dak trading their quintets. The orchid boys gathered from a cooler a bunch of little bottles of sparkling wine and they lounged for a little while drinking the wine and smoking exotically aromatic Moon cigarettes. “I notice something striking,” Kasyn said. “Some of you look strangely familiar somehow even though I’ve never seen you or  any orchid boys before.” He looked at Puck. “Something about your eyes and noses. Do you see it, Dak?”

“What do you mean?”

“Some of them look a little bit like you. Or perhaps like Kyler!”

“Who’s Kyler?” wondered Jodo.

“My husband, and Dak’s biological father.”

Tier said, “I guess it makes sense that we might look a little like Earth men!” he laughed.

“Why so?” wondered Dak.

“Our sperm-fathers were from Earth. Our village was once occupied by Earth soldiers. They fucked all of our birth-fathers and that’s how we were born.”

Maur added, “We don’t take after them in many ways, but it’s often said that our faces look a bit like those of the soldier boys whose sperm made us.”

“But we have no idea who any of them were,” Puck said, “and nobody kept good track of things after we were born. It’s entirely likely that some of us are half-brothers—that some of us have the same sperm-father. But no one really knows, and we don’t bother to research it.” Puck peered at Dak. “Is that unusual here, that a group of brothers might have an orgy like this together?”

“Not at all,” Dak said. “I have four half-brothers myself—each of us born at about the same time to different mothers but with Kyler as the father of us all. And we’ve been fucking each other since our bodies have been old enough to want to do it.”

Soon enough all twelve young men were aroused again and they repeated their pleasure. This went on for the rest of the day until Kasyn and Dak had each fucked the asses of all ten of the orchid boys and until their own holes were dripping thickly with sticky orchid boy cum.

I cannot find a way to describe my shock without it seeming like a massive understatement when I entered the daughters’ chambers and saw, first, the three of them reclined on chaises sipping wine and entirely without the bulges of their pregnancies, and, second, three children sitting on the floor surrounding a large Cthulhist ouija board, silently watching its planchette crawl across its alien letters and icons.

“I can see you are surprised, Father,” said Nox. “But no more so than we have been.”

“This is not possible!” I said and stepped closer to the trio of boys. These were not newborn infants! In fact, they were not even toddlers. They each looked to be about seven or eight years old, and they were so similar in appearance that they might be identical triplets. They sat naked save for briefs, each of different color.

Spathe said, “We haven’t named them yet. We gave them different colored underwear to tell them apart for now. Mine is called Red for now.”

“Mine is Yellow,” said Nox.

And Charon, “And mine is Purple.”

“They take rather strongly after their father, don’t you think?” said Spathe. “Look more closely, Kyler.”

I knelt near the three children, who paid me little attention, so focused as they were on their ouija game. One of them—Purple—looked up at me and smiled and—my gods!—his face was nearly a copy of Kasyn’s save for one frightful detail: his eyes. They were blank orbs—as if with neither pupils nor irises—and they seemed to shift in hue from solid black to solid white and to silver. 

“That gaze takes a bit of getting used to,” Charon said. “But I am starting to think it’s rather attractive.” All three of my daughters chuckled at this.

“Where is the witch?” I wondered, still peering at the three identical faces of Kasyn’s sons, at their preternatural eyes. “Magran told me to come here.”

“She left just before you got here,” Spathe said. “She said she would be back later or perhaps tomorrow. She said she needed to consult with other witches about this situation and that she might even bring back a priest of the Penultimate Dildo to examine the boys.”

“Absolutely not!” I said, standing. I went to the bar and prepared myself a martini. “A priest! As if I’d allow such religious claptrap into this house.”

“Some of them are Cthulhist exorcists,” said Nox. “They may have some insight into the boys’ fascination with this ouija game.”

A chill passed through me as I recalled what Blue Radical had told me:

“You’re so wrong, Kyler. Their doctor swabbed from many of these boys’ rectums a substance, a kind of plasma, like a poltergeist semen-analog. The poltergeist fucking jizzed in their holes! So they summoned a Cthulhist exorcist who managed to seduce the thing. The exorcist himself was raped by this being—nearly killed by it!—but he still managed to trick it into the bottle. Later, the specimen was distilled into various kinds of aetheric tissue. I happened to acquire a substance that is best described as the testicular tissue of a poltergeist.”

And he’d used this supernatural substance to enhance Kasyn’s nuts.

“How are they so big already?” I said.

“Fuck if we know,” Charon said. “Magran doesn’t understand it either.”

“They just started growing immediately,” Spathe said. “We all went into labor at the same time, but it was easy, almost painless, and after just a few minutes, these boys crawled out of our bodies, arms first, then heads and shoulders. And just a few minutes later they were the size of one year-olds and then more like three year-olds just a few minutes after!”

“It’s so strange to try to recall it now,” Nox added, “even though it was just this morning. They grew so fast, but yet we couldn’t really consciously see that growth. We just noticed it after the fact, if that makes any sense.”

“It makes zero sense!” I said. I chugged my drink.

“The growth seems to have slowed,” Spathe said. “I think they have been about this same size for the last couple hours. But I sent one of the houseboys to fetch more briefs in these same colors but in larger sizes should they suddenly outgrow what they are wearing now. We still can’t figure out a better way to tell them apart.”

“Tattoos?” Nox suggested.

“Perhaps we’ll do that tomorrow,” Spathe said.

I decided I needed some time alone to ponder this situation. “I need to go and look into some matters,” I told the daughters. “If Magran returns, you will call me immediately! And don’t let her do anything with these kids before I see her!”

I spent the next several hours in my office where I consulted further with Blue Radical, placed a couple inquires with experts in matters of the Cult Cthulhu and read a great deal of information—or perhaps “lore”—about trans-aetheric poltergeist phenomena. Specifically, I was looking for evidence of other cases similar to the situation with Kasyn and my grandsons where children were born from such a preternatural incursion. Eventually I wearied of this and realized that the hour was quite late. I decided to return to my chambers to sleep.

I found Kasyn there, naked and damp, toweling off his body and hair. He’d just emerged from the shower. The sight of his lithe body and bulbous rump and thick wang stiffened my dick, but I also felt a queasy thrill of trepidation over the true nature of those giant balls depending from his crotch, clad in their tight hairless sack. 

“Oh, Kyler!” he said, dropping his towel and rushing to me for an embrace. We kissed for a few moments, and I enjoyed the sensation of his damp naked skin against my arms, the pressure of his erection against my inner thigh. “I had wondered if you’d be back before bedtime! I must say I am exhausted!”

“Exhausted?”

“I have been fucking all day, Kyler! Dak and I spent most of the day in the Inner Village with some amazing and unusual boys, and then when I got home, I had a three-way with Torus and Naxon.” He laughed and said, “Do you know, Kyler, that Naxon routinely dresses and makes himself up like a girl? He had the cutest barrettes in his hair and when Torus and I fucked him, he kept his skirt on.”

I was well aware that Naxon had been exploring his gender identity and that he may, in fact, be a trans girl, but he had also been trying to keep me at a distance from this fact, probably assuming quite incorrectly that I would disapprove or somehow oppose him if he were to decide that he is, in fact, a girl and not a boy. But that wasn’t what interested me at this moment. I said, “What kind of ‘amazing and unusual boys,’ did you find in the Inner Village?”

“Orchids!”

“Orchids?”

“Yes!” Kasyn cried, and flopped back-down onto the bed. He gripped his stiff penis in one hand and cupped his nuts in the other. “Orchid boys from the Moon! Do you know of them? They are almost purple in color and they have strange hair like grass or leaves, and their scent is amazing and they drip nectar from their nipples.”

“Yes,” I said, “I am aware of them. Most unusual, however, to see any of them here. They seldom leave their homes.”

“Well, ten of them did,” said Kasyn, “and Dak and I fucked all of them!” He raised his pelvis and pressed a finger against his asshole. “Just like I hope you’ll be fucking me soon!”

I admired this boy’s relentless appetite for fucking: he’d just told me that he’d had sex with two of my sons and with ten other boys in one day, yet he was ready for my cock to slip inside him. Said Kasyn, “So have you ever fucked any orchid boys?”

“I have,” I admitted. I shed my clothing and reclined on the bed next to him.

“You must tell me about it!”

“Maybe another time,” I said.

“Tell me now, Kyler, before you fuck me!”

I sighed and decided to comply. I did want to fuck Kasyn before sleep—either that or jerk off on his pretty face—but I did not want to prolong his pre-conditions prior to me empricking him or somehow else using him to empty the cumload that had been building all day since I’d last released one in Torus’s throat that morning , so I told him, in summary, the story of how I was left rather aimless as a teenager after my father died but while I was still too young to officially ascend to family head. I could not assume my official role until my thirtieth birthday, and so I had to tolerate a technocratic and dull regency running the affairs of the house for all those years.

With little else of interest to do, I’d volunteered for the military incursion on the Moon that later became known as the Secret War. Our tiny squad took without bloodshed the small village of Phototopsia and it was there that I first learned of the orchid boys and their alien delights. Our commander, a weather-beaten old colonel named Ty, pulled aside the five youngest of our squad—me and four other eighteen-year-old boys—and ordered us to fuck every single one of the orchid boys in what was now a prison village. “They probably won’t fight you at all,” Ty had said. “But if they do, then fuck them anyway. Our strategy calls for a mass sexual action over their population. These Moon faggots can get pregnant, too. But don’t worry about it. In fact, we want at least some of them to end up knocked up with Earth-boy sperm.”

But the real stunner of this situation was that there were only five of us assigned to fuck all of these orchid boys. There were over twelve-hundred orchid boys in Phototopsia. If my mates and I were to parcel out the workload evenly, we’d each be fucking something on the order of two hundred and fifty orchid boys each. And we were given just a few days to achieve this. Even though we’d all been nut-modified for maximum fuck-stamina and jizz-output, this was a daunting expectation. Bur we were given Erec-T powder to snort and Juic-E hypos to pump into our balls, and we spent the next week continually fucking orchid boys, all five us in the same room, bringing in one set of five orchid boys after another. None of them put up any serious resistance to us and most were fairly enthusiastic about our Earth bodies and cocks. Once we’d finished putting sperm-loads in every single one of them, our unit withdrew from Phototopsia and sailed back to Earth.

Kasyn listened to this entire without interrupting to ask questions or make comments, but when I’d finished, he gaped at me as if astounded and said, “Kyler! This now makes more sense—how familiar those boys looked! I think Dak may have, without knowing it, fucked a few of his half-brothers.”

“What the fuck do you mean by that?”

“Some of them looked a lot like you and Dak! It was a very striking resemblance. And they are about the right age for it.”

An image of the three children in my daughters’ chambers passed through my mind: their faces so much like Kasyn’s. And now orchid boys! “Kasyn, I don’t suppose you and Dak wore rubbers when you fucked these Moon boys, did you?”

“Fuck no!” Kasyn laughed and slapped my belly. “Though Dak bought like a billion of them beforehand. But they never even asked us to put them on.”

The warning from Magran passed through my mind: do not let him get anyone else pregnant! But I was tired and aroused by my young husband, by his smooth and beautiful naked body, so I pushed aside my worries and gave in to the demands of my hard penis and my congested balls, and I fucked hard into Kasyn, dick-jamming his pussy for long minutes. He cried out my name louder and louder and told me he loved me until I finally spewed into his gut, and he, at the same time, tugged hard on his tool and sprayed himself chin to navel with his own thick syrupy boy-goo.

I slept a long dreamless sleep, cradling his body against mine. 

The boys had aged some more overnight. They now looked to be pubescent, but they were still known only by the colors of their briefs, and they persisted in playing with the Cthulhist ouija game. Magran hovered nearby, making notes on a tablet. A black-cowled priest, his bare chest riven with piercings and tattoos, hung next to her, also making notes on a tablet. The priest’s body—nearly all of it exposed save for what was covered by his cowl and his short leather pants—looked fit and tempting to my dick, but I shoved that thought aside as I did not trust him or Magran, nor the reason for the their presence here. Though I knew nothing yet about my weird trio of freakily fast-growing grandsons, I felt a need to protect them from any abstruse excesses of either nektonic witchcraft or Cthulhist sorcery. 

“Lord Kyler,” said Magran after a long spell of silence, surprising me with the formality of a title, “we should meet in private now to review some options.” She glanced at the priest who nodded and returned to his note-taking.

“Out here,” I said, “will be fine.” I gestured toward the patio doors which exited out onto the veranda. I surprised myself with this choice as I seldom venture onto this particular veranda. I am somewhat acrophobic and this ancient veranda’s surrounding parapet is far too low for comfort, below the height of my knees, and it is too easy to imagine, when stepping close to that edge, falling right off into the churning green abyss of the Insemina River many meters below. 

Magran followed me outside and pulled the door shut behind us. Today her suit was made of a bright red felt and the bun of her hair was so tight that it seemed like a rock of tin that one could knock off with a blow from a cricket bat. “I told you,” she said, “that you should castrate Kasyn before he can breed any further. But this situation is now far worse. These spawn in there are abominations, deadly, evil. And so is Kasyn. It’s of no fault of his own, but there is nothing that can be done to save him…or them.”

“What are you telling me, Magran?” I turned my back to her and stepped close to the parapet, and, defying my fear, I looked straight down into the river far below.

“The priest has an agent—a poison—for the boys. They’ll pass in their sleep and feel no pain. You’ll need to give it to Kasyn as well. And if you refuse, then I will need to take action myself, and you know I am loathe to do such a thing as my role has always been to advise your family, never to interfere directly in it.”

I surprised myself with my titanic restraint, my lack of direct response to this bloody proposal. I said, “I am surprised that your priest friend does not want to attempt some sort of exorcism.”

“He believes it would be impossible. And so do I.” Magran stepped closer, to my left side. “Kyler, I know this will be painful for you, but the horror that will come to your family and possibly to the entire world will be thousands of times worse. Do you understand?”

I took a long deep breath. I said, “Yes, I do.”

She sighed and smiled at me. “I am so glad, Kyler. Soon it will be done.”

“Yes,” I said, “soon it will be done.” When I replay it in my mind, I think it happened so swiftly that the smile never left her face when I pulled the dirk from under my waistcoat and slashed her across the throat, and I think that grin held even when I pitched her headlong over the parapet and into the river far below. 

To be continued…