Jan Kinder

“She reads these books. She doesn’t know that I know, but I’ve seen them and they’re full of sex. I am sure she sleeps with other men when I’m gone, with the way she carries on with me when I’m home.” “Carries on with you?” “When I am home,” he hissed. “She is a living, breathing, penis-raping-machine.”
― Lucian Bane, White Knight Dom Academy: The Beginning

“This love you gave me… taught me, gifted me with… required me to.” “I”
― Lucian Bane, Seven Sons of Zion

“Well…” Steve contemplated, taking her question seriously. “The blow up dolls could very easily be dressed in normal clothes and called plain ole’ dolls.” Lucian and Tara bent over each other, unable to breathe while Steve continued, oblivious. “For the god-awful gaping hole on its face we could… maybe fill with candy or… each could have a special message saying they’re so happy and excited to finally have a little girl to belong to and call their own. A sister.” Lucian kicked his feet and rocked in fits, his sides hurting now. “Oh my God,” Tara squeaked. “Candy!” She held on to Lucian and peeped, “She’s so happy!”
― Lucian Bane, White Knight Dom Academy: The Beginning

“a she-demon with a tunnel to Hades between her ever-scissoring legs? You had better staff a priest, my friend. A satanic priest.” Lucian fell to the floor now, kicking and holding his stomach. “Stop!” he begged, sobbing. “Stop, no more.”
― Lucian Bane, White Knight Dom Academy: The Beginning