Date: Sun, 14 Mar 2021 21:56:53 +0100
From: roby bobby <de182tg@gmail.com>
Subject: A-Romanian-in-Paris-6

This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males under 18. If
material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story.

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Please understand this is a work of fiction. The actions described in the
story are not real nor encouraged or condoned in real life. It's fiction,
folks, and remember that, please.

While most of the locations are real places in the real world, all the
characters are absolutely fictional and any reference or resemblance to
real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental or just functional to
the plot.

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Thank you!


*** A Romanian in Paris *** – Part 6


Nowhere... really! – 24 October 2020


I open my eyes slowly... very slowly... a stabbing pain burns deep in my
chest, it's like someone is squeezing my heart like a juicy lemon. It is
dark and cold around me. I tentatively touch myself... I myself am cold as
a corpse... or maybe I am a corpse... or I will soon be... I don't know
shit: I don't know where I am and I don't remember anything, except Vlad's
pudgy body standing naked in front of me, his green eyes staring at me
halfway between indifference and amusement. Did I mention it's cold? Yes?
Well, it's FUCKING COLD...

A light appears in front of me and attracts my attention: I look and a
great dark cloud, like a hurricane, advances in my direction in a swirl of
fire, shining all around, and in the middle I see like a flash of electro
incandescence. In the centre the figure of four winged beings appears, of
which this is the aspect: they have a human appearance and each has four
faces and four wings. Their legs are straight and their feet were like the
hooves of a ram's feet, shining like polished bronze. Under the wings, on
the four sides, they have human hands; all four have the same appearance
and their own wings, and these wings are joined to each other.

I think I'm nut, maybe last night I overdid it with pastis... I do not
remember a fuck... I look at the winged beings as they advance, they do not
turn back, but each goes straight ahead. Their wings are spread upwards;
each has two wings that touch and two that cover the body. Each moves
forward; they go where the spirit directs them and, moving, they never look
back.

Among those beings I see kind of burning coals, similar to torches, moving
among them. The fire shines and beings with an almost human shape are
released from the fire. The strange flaming beings come and go like a
flash. Above their heads there is a kind of firmament, like a shining
Bohemian crystal, stretched over their heads, and under the firmament are
the four winged beings with their wings outstretched, one against each
other. other. When they move, I hear the roar of the wings, like the sound
of great waters, like the thunder of the Almighty, like the roar of the
storm, like the tumult of a camp. Then when they stop, they fold their
wings and silence returns for a moment.

I hear a noise above the firmament over their heads. Above the firmament
appears as a sapphire stone in the form of a throne and on this kind of
throne, at the top, a human-like figure. From what appeared to be from the
hips up, it appears to me as splendid as the electro incandescence and from
what it appears to be from the hips down, it appears to me as of fire. It
is surrounded by a splendour whose appearance is similar to that of the
rainbow in the clouds on a rainy day.

This is the aspect of the Glory of the Lord of the Underworld as he appears
before me: when I see Him, I cover my face with my hands. I know where I am
now, every memory comes back to my mind in a flash, the pain in my chest
becomes unbearable, my head is close to explode...

Then, I hear His voice speaking to me, booming directly into my head, into
the cold depths of my dead brain. And all my pains stop.

"Drago... Oh Drago, my friend... what have you done... what a mess have you
gotten into..."

"De Vil... you fucking child rapist... where am I, what have you done to me
and my son?"

De Vil laughs heartily, looks at me with his eyes blazing like burning coal
and laughs. Bastard.

"Fucking child rapist, me? It was your 8-inch dick planted in your
9-year-old son's ass down to the balls, if I'm not mistaken, isn't it
Drago? By fucking and breeding his ass with my modest cock I saved him, you
ungrateful fucker... you just have to thank me if he's alive and well
today... unlike you, poor dickhead... "

"What... what do you mean unlike me... where am I, De Vil, WHERE.THE.FUCK
am I? How'd have you saved my son by wrecking his ass with your `modest'
12-inches of black cock? HOW.THE.FUCK?"

"Oh well... technically you are at 2, Voie Mazas, at L'Institut
Médico-Légal of Paris... the morgue, Drago, if we want to be
accurate... in fact you are... mhhh, no sweet way to say it... you are
dead, Drago. Your corpse is in the refrigerator, just waiting for the
autopsy..."

As in a dream, the image of my body or, better still, of my corpse appears
in front of me. Closed inside a black body-bag and wrapped in a greenish
sheet, with a dog-tag attached to the big toe of my naked right foot. Very
dead, if you ask me...

"Shocking, isn't it? But don't worry, Drago. As long as they don't cut you
open for the autopsy, we can still... fix things. It's only your material
body there, your dead flesh and your bones. Not much, honestly... apart
from a nice dick, you weren't much of anything else... but here and now,
with me, it is the best part of you: your eternally damned soul,
Drago. That soul that has now become mine... at the precise moment you
fucked and bred your son, your soul has changed ownership, so to speak... "

"So, you... you are... the Devil?"

"I'm surprised it took so long for you to understand, mon ami. Or maybe
not, considering how dense you are... were, sorry. Ferluçi De
Vil... Lucifer Devil, yes Drago, it's me. And you and your son Vlad belong
to me, now!"

"What... what happened? What happened to us, to Vlad, where is him now?"

In front of me now another image appears. It's like I'm a bird in
flight... below me I see my son Vlad, covered with an oversized green and
orange "bomber" jacket and sitting on someone's grave in a down town
cemetery, maybe Pere Lachaise, I'm not sure. Oh yes it is, I recognize
Oscar Wilde monument... Next to my son there is a middle aged man, in a
trench coat, intent on cleaning the tomb stone of dead flowers and dry
leaves. The two talk, it seems to me that Vlad is fine... good, at least he
is alive, unlike me... fuck!

"Well, Drago. I think it's time to give you some explanation... See, I'm
a... being... a being very, very busy, all year round, no holidays, no
X-mas or Easter. I have to manage Hell and all the devils and lost souls
that inhabit it, and there are a lot... fight the Good in every corner of
the world and beyond, and it's not easy, old mate God and his two henchmen
are very effective, you know... All that nonsense about heaven and eternal
happiness, repentance, forgiveness and various bullshit has a lot of hold
on you humans, what ever name you give to your God. Thanks also to the
priests who, and keep it between us mon ami, are my best allies in
molesting children."

I look at De Vil... or should I say the Devil... as he stops talking to
light a thick cigar. He has resumed his human form, more familiar to
me. His naked, impressive black body is in full display in front of me, his
massive, yet soft cock dangling between his muscular legs. I check to see
if he has hooves or feet... plain feet, big as fuck, but just feet. He
puffs a few time on the cigar and then resumes his speech.

"If that were not enough to keep a poor devil busy, I also have to dedicate
myself to people like you, Drago. Apparently normal people but who harbour
unspeakable desires deep inside them. Souls already lost by my friends up
in Heaven, but that won't be mine unless their most intimate, most hidden
and perverse desires come true. Do you remember what your last burning
desire was, mon ami? What did you want with all of yourself, you damned
soul? Say it out loud; this is not the place and time to be ashamed,
Drago. We both know it and I can only agree about it... since I buggered
your handsome, pudgy son right after you. "

I don't want to talk to the Devil, much less about my perverse hidden
desires. But my mouth opens before my brain stops it, as it always does
throwing me in deep shit all the times.

"I... Since Vlad was born, I have felt a desire, first weak and easy to
control, then gradually stronger and more difficult to tame, to keep hidden
from my wife, my friends, the whole world... "

"What desire, Drago? Say it out loud, so loud that all of Hell can hear it,
because Heaven doesn't give a shit about you any more."

"Nice to know...  next time the fuck that I go to church, I'd rather become
a priest and fuck the altar boys... anyway... I wanted to fuck my son,
Vlad... to open his little, meaty, soft pale ass with my hard cock, to hear
him beg for mercy as his ass ring stretches around my 8-inch cock... to
hear him throw up as I fuck his throat, deep and deeper and harder... and I
fill his stomach and ass with the same cum that created the little
slut... and all this only after he asked me... I didn't want to rape him,
he had to want it, he had to crave my cock inside him, he had to be hungry
for my cum... that's why I waited... I had to wait for the right
moment... nine years I waited, and today.... was it today?... today I made
him mine.... apparently for the first and last time... "

"Well, in a way, yes, it has happened today in the sense of October
24... but 60 years ago..."

"WHAT? What the fuck are you saying? 60 years ago? It's not possible, not
even for the Devil, fucking bullshit! I'm not such a piece of idiot..."

"First of all a little more respect, you piece of idiot... I can do this
and much more if I have the fuck of a desire to do it, do you understand,
asshole? I'll explain later the hows, but you have first to finish telling
your hidden desire, Drago. I know it didn't stop with you fucking him"

For a moment I have forgotten who I am in front of, I guess... a mistake,
Drago, a serious mistake.

"In fact, I... I wanted to see my son... fucked... fucked hard by other
men, men with big cocks... no, HUGE cocks able to stretch his ass open and
wide, and fill it with hard meat like it had never before... and even two
at a time, double fucking his little hole, stretching his ass hole to the
max and beyond, to the point of ripping it apart.... while another man was
pushing his big cock down his throat.... and then see him covered in cum,
his soft, hairless skin covered in warm and sticky cum.... that's why when
I saw your foot long dick, big and thick and black, and two big balls full
of cum I couldn't resist and... and after I deflowered him, I offered him
to you... to fuck him, long and hard. Pushing him down on your huge ebony
cock to impale him, while I was throat-fucking him has been the hottest
thing in my life... oh shit, I think even my dead body is about to have a
hard-on soon... "

"Now, there we are! You have finally confessed your most perverse and
hidden desires. By the powers I hold as Lord of the Underworld, I declare
that, from now on, you become one of my sons. You will be known as The
Seeder, a new man whose purpose in his immortal life will be to pervert men
through the power of the written word! Finally, you will become a writer!
But of books and novels for perverted adults, like you. There are other
artists who tempt humans with visual artwork, such as drawings, paintings
or photos. Others who are dedicated to depicting sex in movies, actors,
actresses, kidnapped people or other poor human beings submitting to the
power of the Devil.  You all will lure men into perversion planting the
seed of evil into their hearts, and make their souls become mine!"

"But... but how is this going to happen? How will I be back on Earth, alive
again... what about my son Vlad?"

"Leave it to me, Drago! I'm the Devil, after all! And it is OUR son
Vlad... after I bred him, he become my son as well. And my cum filling his
ass is what saved him from your foolish escape... But no more talking
now... Vlad and my other lost son Guerchard are rushing back to the
Galérie... and there we will be, waiting for them!"

He flashes me a huge smile, snaps his fingers and back to a cold darkness I
go.

*********

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