#secondoterzo

perpetua is delighted to lick the blood and gore off of his brother’s, especially hungry to pass his needy tongue through copia’s mustache to get to the blood gathered there, filthy and deliberate with his movements, claiming his brothers in the most vile of ways.

secondo is proud to have brought a torso home, leaking blood and impressive in size. perpetua eyes the hunk of meat with ravenous hunger, aching to devour. primo regards him with a pleased smile, pride in his eyes as he gazes upon his younger brother, that need to deliver a carefully timed “atta boy” slipping off his tongue.

primo delivers an arm to the dinner table, thin and veiny, pale skin caked in its own blood, fingernails dirtied with the same. the carefulness of which it was removed shows, surgically precise and lovingly preserved. terzo cant help but admire the perfect specimen, running his own hand across the dead one’s limp fingers.

copia had a similar idea, however more garish, presenting a pair of chopped off hands to his brothers with deranged joy. perpetua and him had been playing with the two dirtied and cold hands of his victim, giving each other high fives and laughing morbidly as blood leaked from their wounds as they mashed the flesh together. secondo rolls his eyes at the boys fondly, watching their little game unfold.

terzo provides the winning piece, the head of a beautiful man, a true shining star in her collection of movie stars. he was blonde, well kept, and terzo made sure to keep his brown eyes strikingly open as he presented his trophy. secondo hums in appreciation for the presentation, terzo had surely cleaned it up, even washed its hair and powdered its drained face. he still had that lively feel to him, even with his blood siphoned out.

pet was the messiest of them all, brining along the torn up remains of his meal, an almost unrecognizable pelvis, genitalia torn to shreds, so much so that it was unclear if the victim had possessed either sex organ. there was only wreckage in pet’s wake, which delighted his equally demented twin. terzo found it quite beautiful, the mess his little one had made, quite the impressive carnage.

Once Secondo was able to get a job that paid a decent amount--not a lot, but enough to give him a little extra in his pockets after helping Primo out--he immediately went to online shopping for his princess.

oh god yeah. she retires into being a full time hole, its all shes ever wanted to do.

she’s loose and slick 24/7, her hole stretched by multiple cocks a day, she would let anyone play with her. no limits, ever. terzo doesn’t even mind when shes shoved down and had her leaking cock used, too.

if they want her too, she will even beg them to stop, even scratch and kick, trying to get away from her relentless assailant, but they both know she loves it. always ends up crying in release on their cocks, shivering as orgasm after orgasm is ripped from her.

terzo feels especially overwhelmed when members use her cock to pleasure themselves, riding in her lap with little regard for her own pleasure. if she cums too fast, they just keep going, ignoring her cries of overstimulation, she loves that part the most.

the burn of pleasure from a tight hole around her, loves to watch her fellow clergy members smile sadistically down at her writhing body as they clench down on her length, milking her for all she is worth.

every part of her body is to be used to its full purpose.

its all shes good for, if shes not papa, she has to be of use somehow. she prefers letting the congregation take out all of their frustrations on her body, its like confessional in a way, she gets to soothe their aching cocks and cunts while simultaneously clearing their minds.

at the end of a long night, her throat aches and throbs from use, swallowing down cool water has her flinching, her body thrumming with a dull pain. she can barely speak loud enough to call out a “goodnight” loud enough to her brothers to hear, those of whom had anonymously used up her body through a glory hole without her knowing just earlier that night.

it was secondo’s rough hand that had bruised her throat, his cock pushing in and out of her as he held her down by the neck, her eyes blindfolded to shield her from the onlookers. she sputtered and gagged around him, drool dribbling down her face from his quick thrusts.

not so much of a stretch! although ruthless killers, they are still human.

i imagine they all live together, and terzo takes it upon himself to make them sunday dinner every weekend. he loves to be in the kitchen, he had learned from copia a handful of cooking skills, and studies cook books in his free time. terzo really loves to please his family, they are the only thing that brings him real joy, nothing like the fleeting happiness his kills give him.

everyone will dress up nicely, busying themselves for hours showering and grooming, gussying up for family dinner.

terzo always is elated when one of his brothers debuts a new outfit, terzo himself loving fashion and always dawning a newly complex and visually captivating dress or suit. he is so impressed when one of his brothers pulls out a new outfit, drooling over them and pouring our endless compliments.

secondo used to hate this tradition when he was younger, hating seeing the sentimentality ooze from terzo as he fusses over the rest of them. but as he got older, he came to love it. he can be somewhat sentimental himself.

every so often, secondo will present terzo with a trophy of his from a kill, a shining diamond or a glittering metal, always lovely jewelry for his pretty little brother. he will clean the blood off first, of course, but terzo is the only one who appreciates such things. material items like that make him feel immensely special. whereas the twins prefer actions instead, hence why they swoon over terzo preparing their plates for them, and refusing to allow them to pour their own drinks.

copia and perpetua are always tasked with clean up, even as they have grown up they are still terzo’s little boys. they wash and dry the dishes together, putting away the fine dishes terzo hand picks for each dinner, polishing silverware and serving trays. as reward for their hard work, terzo welcomes them under each of his arms, allowing them to snuggle up to him on the couch, just like when they were children.

primo enjoys the quality time. his family is his life. he has his art, and his OR, but his family is an irreplaceable light in the world that dare not be snuffed out. he helps terzo set the table, complimenting his choice of food and the way he dressed that night, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before thanking him for the meal. terzo always melts into a blushing puddle when primo treats him this way. sometimes, primo will say terzo would make a great wife, and oh, how he wishes primo and him could marry.

it goes as follows;

i think secondo is like such an aggressive kisser, and terzo is very passive so he just lets him practically tongue fuck his mouth as he stands there rigid and trembling from arousal.

secondo is so incredibly dominant, terzo can be too, but secondo does not allow it. he almost always calls terzo baby brother, and he will wipe a blood soaked thumb across his cheek as he admires the fucked out expression terz gives him just from making out.