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    I am a Witch. Likely, not the kind you imagine. I'm no Wikka. I'm a Death Worshipper. My philosophy is Death, of every limit, of every fear, of every flaw. I religiously practice the destruction of my character in order to be reborn stronger. I risked arrest, physical death, and mental insanity during my exploits. My supernatural experiences all started in a scientifical setting so they proved to me to be true 100%.

    I also have a morbid love for Humanity and ALL people who do their best, and love to help them remember how marvellous they are and can be.

    Trough the solemnity of my Path, I learnt how ridiculous is to be Always sad and serious, thus I am happy and silly unwithstand all the horrors I saw and the secrets I bear, it's no hypocrisy, it's actually that when you shed yourself you become jolly and playful… and in my case, SLUTTY as hell ihihihihih
    I'm married to the Master of the Sect I am part of, but I am sexually playful with whoever is respectful enough, and love to have sex with girls

    I am also the forum main commercial partner as I shoot copyrighted videos of myself pissing in public places, and I'm in marvellous terms with everybody here, both Staff and people… so for ANY tip, feel free to Pm me!!

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    The freedom of pissing literally EVERYWHERE. And I mean literally!!!
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    So many!!! I pissed places I could have been arrested. And indoor, well, I had so many lesbian piss orgies!!! I am flirtitious with boys altough I would never cheat on Alex, but with girls… we play who fuck more of them!!!

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  1. Fuck, missed to mention you with the @ function I tought I mentioned you first 'cause your post was just above mine, but I didn't Well, chapter 7 posted just above
  2. @steve25805 Thank you, thank you a thousand times for your heart-touching analisys It proves why you have such a spot in my heart Alex is cute but also mysterious, and I LOVEEEEEEE it!!! The Butterflight Flowerduck!!! While the Prinsex is not a positive character She was part of my purge, never forget this book was written as a therapy book She will be the chance for Nancy to display her darkest side The crystal is gonna be a problem… it will be the pivot of the book...
  3. @steve25805 @Peefreak99 @speedy3471 @nopjans @Alfresco @Sweets @Alfresco @will64 @Brutus @HitEmAll @hyde07 @Paulypeeps @wetguy321 @PissingBlonde CHAPTER SEVEN Always check if you missed the previous one!!! Ps. This chapter will introduce the Oracle, whose features means a lot to me. A LOT. Such features won't be explained, but I invite you all to have fun with me! The room was filled with light. A huge rich pool of tortuous shape was sorrounded by plantpots with flowers and a lot of completely naked nymphs tanning at the splendour of the Oracle. Some of them were in the very pool, playing with each other and spraying with their hands, giggling and laughing. Two of them were massaging the Oracle’s wings, while one was busy offering her personal God a devotion-filled serie of chocolates. Nancy waited in a corner to be summoned, she perfectly knew that she wasn’t the big fish there. But he told her to come forth. She performed a small bow in front of him, and he QUAAAACKed of pleasure while swallowing another biscuit, this time orange flavoured. She raised her eyes and looked at him. Not many creatures could glance at him directly. “Welcome, Eagle-eye” he cuddled her. Eagle-eye, that’s how he used to call her. It came from an old legend, that eagles can look at the Sun directly without getting blinded, thus becoming the symbol of Zeus. And since she could stare at him without being disturbed by his light emanation, he crafted that nick-name. “Good day, Oracle”. He hid his huge cock beneath the red cloth embroided in gold which draped his feathered body, and hinting at the orgasm he just had, nodded: “Quite good until now. But call me Alex”. She looked at him carefully. He was a Kimaera, but none were as mighty. Nobody ever heard of kimaeras getting that powerful. He outmatched a vampire, for fuck’s sake! He had the body of a duck, and the cock of a horse, but he also had the petals of a huge flower all around his head, like a lion’s mane. And his wings, they were not feathered duck wings. He had those of an enormous, beautiful butterfly, all shining with the colours of the rainbow and everchanging, emanating so much light that he could illuminate the night. He was a ButterfLight FlowerDuck, but went by the name of Alexander the even Greater, Alex for friends. All others called him the Oracle. He dismissed the nymphs which were playing with him, but asked them to let the chocolates box by his side, just in case. He loved candies. He loved more or less everything, indeed. The Dark Lords appreciated his steel-hard characterial feature of stying true to his gold-hearted nature, a feature he never lost regardless his perfect understanding (and utilization) of seldom deadly violence. The Lords appreciated those who were so wise, for this was a great proof that Their teachings were not about evil, but about such a degree of freedom that could be perceived as pushy, bully, immoral, yet in the end was simply the truth of the universe, violence and love in balance. Life was a place where you can do everything you can imagine, and then just suffer the consequences of it, if others didn’t like it. Thus, They blessed him with the power to see the best future possibile for a creature which asked him advice. He helped the petitioner to focus on one, or another, potential destiny course. That’s why they called him the Oracle. He didn’t necessarily pointed people toward something actually fate-related, most of the times he just told them where to find the next piece of the puzzle of their souls, like throwing dices to pick an adventure or a different one. She kissed him on a cheek. “I know why you are here” he said gently, and she sat near the base of his throne, tickling his duck feet: “I’m sure you do, elsewhere you’d be quite a shitty oracle, isn’t it?”. He laughed, and quacked. His quack was strangely gentle, almost the sound of crystals: “You must reach for the heavens”. She didn’t got it: “You mean you have some great quest for me to complete? What will I do? I can conquer Candyland, the valley of the living gummybear… or I can become an actress in Whollygood, the place where they shoot only cute movies… but I think this last one is destroyed… or I can…”. He delicately closed her mouth with a luminous wing: “I actually mean it”. She frowned heavily: “You’re talking about SPACE?!”. He nodded: “The human spacestations outside of Earth had been erased by the power of the Dark Lords, but there is a crystal on the Moon, which remained there after the catastrophe. It’s enormously powerful. It can grant a certain number of desires, and many creatures want it. You must make sure it doesn’t fall in the wrong hands”. She looked at his ducky face in disbelief: “You mean I must…?”. He smiled with a solemn attitude: “Yes, baby. Save the world”. Nancy used all her remaining fuel to reach for the facility Alex instructed her about. When she got there, she noticed an enormous space-rocket prepared for traversing the unfathomable abysses of space. A lot of creatures were working on it. She recognized a wolfman doing heavy works, she greeted him and asked who the Foreman was. He smiled, trying to hide his fangs, a gentlewolfman he was: “You mean the Forewoman” he was dead serious, “You can find her there” he said, pointing at a tent much bigger than the other ones around, coloured in an opaque dark green. Strange noises were coming from inside of it, Nancy noticed as she approached. Neighs and sighs… she could distinctly hear a female, human voice coming from within… “Oh yes, yes don’t stop it, don’t stop it now, oh fuck shit oh I’m cummin’, oh shit I’m so fuckin’ cummin’ so right fuckin’ now, oh yeah keep going you motherfucker son a bitch you cunt-pounder, pound my fuckin’ cunt, oh shit, oooooohh shiiiiit, oh fuck…” then a completely nude woman, of mind-bending beauty, wearing only a golden crown on her head, rushed out from the tent, stopped a few feet from it, and popped a squat in the desert dirt, starting to piss vigorously and messily. She sighed in satisfaction and relief, uttering a great degree of additional profanities to those already shouted while getting off. Her piss was spraying no less than three feet onward, hissing heavily altough the sound was covered by her lewd proclaims, she even shook her clit while pissing, making the stream to disperse everywhere, then licked her fingers, and eventually her very lips. “AAAAAARRGGHH!!!” she screamt all of a sudden, “Somebody come wash my feeeeeeeeeeeeet!!!!”. The wolfman and a group of creatures similar to zombies rushed onward with a bowl of clean water. While the werewolf knelt down so to offer his back as a seat for the strange woman, the zombies delicately cleaned her legs and feet from piss-splashes and sand. When they were done, they put soft slippers on her tiny lovely feet, then she got up, finally satisfied. She walked back to the tent, and Nancy could hear her talking to her lover: “You’ve been just great”, she lasciviously commented. But the voice which answered to her puzzled Nancy enormously: “Tha-ha-ha-ha-hank you sweet angel…” somebody NEIGHED with the voice-tone between the one of an offended gentleman and that of a hyper-homosexual mountain-sized bodybuilder, “…but there was no need for all that lewdness. You should talk more properly. Ah…!”. And then, a white talking horse with a huge COCK on his head trotted out from the tent. Nancy was shocked, she never tought she could have managed to see one: a UNIPORN!!! She tought they were legend… He saw Nancy staring at him and got uncomfortable: “I’m expensive, my lady. So if you don’t wanna have a RIDE, just find somebody else to look at”. She got embarassed and instinctively averted her gaze. “Speaking of getting paid…” he kept on, “…remember our deal” he said toward the tent, then trotted away, smiling satisfied. The naked, beautiful lady looked at Nancy. The vampire was slightly insulted, nobody could be sluttier than she was, and this new character wasn’t, indeed, but she was just as much as her. And she couldn’t accept competitors. She knew she could have killed her quite easily. But she hadn’t ever seen one in her life. The crown she had on her head wasn’t a garment, it was part of her skull, protruding outside the golden curls. Even the make-up was part of the natural tones of her skin. She knew about them but never met one. They were called “PrinSEXes”, nymphomaniac commands-shouting megalomaniacs with an ego as big as their debauched need for sex. Her first tought was to rape her and teach her who was in charge. But she was also curious. And also quite horny to be honest. So she chose to wait and see. Stealth mode activated. “What are you looking at?” she asked, rudely. Nancy shrugged and stepped ahead: “I’m looking foward to be part of this trip”. The other one laughed in the most un-ladylike and un-polite way possibile: “I have plenty of servants already! I have no need nor room for another one! But wait, maybe I can make good use of you… as my personal toilet! If you dutifully drink my piss, I’m not gonna need everytime to be cleaned from splashes on my legs and feet!”. Nancy frowned, reflecting: she looked at that bitch who clearly did not know who she was talking to. The Prinsex hadn’t got she was a vampire. Apex predator. Ironheart. The instinct to drain her of her blood, then piss in her mouth while she desperately gasped for hypovolemic shock, and feel her die under her pussy, became unrestrainable. Nancy felt the need to punish that slut in front of her. But then something else got her: Alex talked about avoiding for the wishes-granting-crystal to end up in the wrong hands… was he talking about her? This time, she needed to be more subtle… it costed her enormously, but she forced herself to it. She knelt down and manipulated the bitch: “My lady” she said, faking submission, “I’m a proud creature, but I recognize a superior when I meet one. Altough I would never allow anybody to treat me like that, you are a clear exception… and I would be nothing short from honoured to become the container where you relocate your bodily wastes, whenever your body tells you that it wants to focus on more important things than holding, and you’ll need some inferior to dutifully digest your discharges throught the hours of the day, allowing you on the contrary to forget about them as soon as you placed them in my stomach”. The PrinSex was satisfied for Nancy’s apparent absolute submission, so she stepped toward her: “I do not know what kind of creature you are, you look human… I don’t know your racial habits, but we PrinSexes don’t talk to toilets while we use them, nor while we don’t use them. Nor we expect toilets to talk to us, it would be unnatural! So you’ll wait in the closet until I need you”. Nancy nodded: “But first I need to know one thing”. The other was insulted by the vampire talking back, but decided to be merciful on that idiot creature which clearly hadn’t yet understood the elegance of total subjugation… and gave Nancy license to speak, so she asked: “What do you want to do, after you find the crystal?”. The PrinSex became serious and rigid: “This is no business of a toilet! Get in the fucking rocket and shut your fucking mouth until this taco I just ate would have completed its transformation within my bowels!!!”. Nancy had to exert all of her control to avoid butchering that creature there and then… but she managed to remain silent. She looked up at the huge spaceship… she knew she should have been careful about her feeding habits… she wanted to hide her vampiric nature… after the Madas genocide, she had enough fresh DNA within her she could have serenely waited for the following days necessary to get to the Moon… but after that moment… she should have drank again. And she foretasted the moment when she would have punished that hysterical bitch… The things she would have performed on her would have brought God on His knees begging for mercy.
  4. The Oracle will be stunning in many ways, but from a different angle than people expect... ihihihih... Terry Pratchett weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Yes, Nancy the silly vampire is the person I would be in a world where violence is not forbidden. The Powers That Be sanctioned that currently Humanity cannot cope with violence and it's wiser to hug humans rather than to shock them, and since I love hugs just as much as I love violence (even more, to be honest) I perfectly fit with Their orders, which I would have followed anyway even if I did not enjoyed them, as a Witch has sworn never ending loyalty But sometimes I feel crippled, like my hugs are worthy half of their original essence because only half of them are spontaneous. Others are a truce-offering, a way to induce enemies to settle down. Those hugs are sincere because I understand their metaphysical reason of being, but sincere and spontaneous are not one and the same. Sincere means that you understand why theyr are fitting and partecipate in such contextualization, willingly. All hugs I give within the forum are actually spontaneous, but in my real life, I tend to also give sincere-yet-not-actually-spontaneous hugs, when my first choice would have been brutal elimination. I respect the Gods' plan about saving everybody through a very long-sighted strategy. I'm much less patient, more elitist, and in need for a better world. In a free world I would be just as silly and playful as I currently am, but would also be free to butcher criminals and heartless politicians. The world we live in reeks so much of "I'd like but I can't". I'm fed up of "can't". I need to feel I can. But won't revert to a vigilante life. It's a closed chapter. I'm just bored with lack of results. But I trust the Gods and more than anything, a violent life ends up producing undesired side effects and consequential destructions. I don't wan't that anymore. In the story, the Dark Lords presence on Earth empowers soul to be able to cope with violence, thus making violence fitting. In our current real world, souls are too sad and exhausted by life to endure even more violence. The Gods are powerful but you know, They are living beings and not allmighty. They cannot empower 8 billions soul to the level where violence could be fitting once again. They are not the Dark Lords eheheheheheh Hugs are currently more fitting.
  5. Porn in the end can get outdated, even more if somebody consumes it just as avidly as it seems you do I felt that way before, but there is constantly something new, and lucky me, I love new things even if they simply are new/different exemples of something already perfectly seen Every new girl I fuck is great to me, regardless I already have a pussy myself Same for porn: every new piss video is a new piss video Surely not every video stuns me But there are constantly new things around, according to my definition of "new" With 10-20 new piss videos per day on the web, at least 1-2 per week stuns me You maybe are less lucky since solo male is something much less available than videos with girls Boys and bisexual women compose the vast majority of the porn-users while straight women and gay males are a bit less in big numbers, so solo male is less focused upon by people who produce things As for you feeling uncomfortable meeting people, I can understand you (altough it was never a problem for me, I have been also an online lesbian hooker), but imagine how a boy feels upon meeting such a hot girl like you, who even asks for a piss video. A boy would go crazy: it's obvious they'll ask if they can fuck you! I would fuck you myself!
  6. Had some bad moments I have contantly things happening to me and it's boring
  7. @steve25805 @Peefreak99 @speedy3471 @nopjans @Alfresco @Sweets @Alfresco @will64 @Brutus @HitEmAll @hyde07 @Paulypeeps @wetguy321 @PissingBlonde Chapter SIX (six six)!!! “Why don’t you stay with us? I’ll fuck you everytime you want! I’ll please you in everything imaginable”. The boy was pleading, and she couldn’t help hugging him in love. “I need your piss to be protected out there, too!”. He was really trying everything. She caressed him, she was touched by his feelings. But she couldn’t stay: “I live free” she replied, “And I never signed a pact about being your piss factory, no matter how useful that can be”. He looked at the ground, saddened. She frenchkissed him, one last time, he hugged her and returned the kiss. They held each other close, and he kept silent. “I love you”. This is what he so desperately needed to say. “I love you because you are the answer to the riddle of life, freedom and adventure and good and evil. I love you because you are the most honest creature of Earth. I love you because you are unapologetic and damn sexy. I love you because your gentleness toward us is the proof the Life, just as much as the Dark Lords, are just frightful and inhuman, but not inherently evil. I love you because altough I am proud and convinced that nobody could have lived my life better than I did, I still feel no humbled or insulted by the serene acceptance of the fact that you exceed me”. He said nothing of all of that. There was no need. She knew. “The piss effect will last for about three days, more or less” she told him, “So if you plan something, do it”. He looked around. The Madas were all laying on the ground, dismembered, in a sea of blood. She drank until she couldn’t really keep it inside anymore. She even stopped to piss among the corpses while the family kept enemies at bay with gunshots, so to get empty and be able to drink more blood. The house, on their back, was almost ashes. The Madas set it aflame during the fight. They had been defeated, but by now the family needed a new home. Nancy excused herself with the milf: killing their abuser set it all in motion. But the woman explained different: she could have paid a visit to the Madas and fomally submit to a new householder, who would have inherited the deceased’s right to command that house, as it lied within their domain. It was a choice, not to do that. They had enough of that. All-out war was what they all wanted. And they had it. All the Madas were dead. This also made the boy’s plan to be futile: take advantage of the vampire’s piss to travel by night through the monster-infested territories and attack the Madas with incendiary bottles. He needed that not anymore. What they needed was a new home. But indeed, there were so many houses they could have moved to! They loved that one, they had been staying there for two years. Definitely better than the previous five (altough the milf loved #4). But now, it was time to move again. Nancy, from her side, had to move, herself. The shop she so much loved (check chapter 1) completely ran out of cans, and she took such a signal from Destiny as a notification to move to other territories, something which she would have done. She was sad that she hadn’t met her black metal friend anymore, but it was time to move. She was going out town. Her new jeep would have helped her so much. She just got some fuel tank to bring along for the trip, just in case. But life was again an adventure!!! Weeeeeee!!! She drove off toward the highway. Carcasses of cars were everywhere, burnt and rusted. She slalomed between them, singing aloud: “LA LA LA LAAAAAAAA”. A pack of flying dolphins came by, and she cheered at them happily, she loved flying dolphins. But now she needed to ask the Oracle where she should have gone. She drove for a lot of time, leaving behind the last two years of her life. When the street ended, she got off-road, and the tires started to unleash massive dust clouds in the air. It took a whole day to reache the Mountain. It was evening and she needed sleep, so she prepared for the night in an abandoned motel. The next morning, all fresh and ready, she headed for the Mountain. The Holy Mountain. She called it “The Pinnacock”, a mix between Pinnacle and ehm you got it, but only when speaking to herself. Otherwise, she paid the due respect. The Oracle wasn’t interested into dominating or destroying other entities, but was mighty, and she couldn’t outmatch him. Quite rare, for a vampire, one of the deadliest creatures of the post-Arrival world. The Pinnacock was a lonely hill built by a dementedly rich man which wanted a private mountain, with a spiral road swirling around it from earth to the top, where a big mansion made show of itself in the sun. After the Arrival, a group of vampires attacked the mansion. They were three, no less! One of them was killed by the personal guards of the rich madman, but not before they could butcher everyone in the house. The remaining two vampires took the place and turned it into their stronghold. They used it as lair for their raids against the nearby town, bringing it to complete depopulation. They then set eyes on the big city where Nancy had lived for a while, and planned to attack it, but along came the Oracle. And he destroyed BOTH of them. He killed TWO vampires in SINGLE combat and claimed the mansion for himself. His power was paramount. Nancy had grown stronger since the last time they met, so the power gap between the two had decreased, but still he was of supreme eminence. She got out, ringed the bell, and waited. The gate opened, activated by some electrical device. She stepped inside, the place was clean and comfortable, and a swarm of fairies was tiding up a little here and a little there. They flew away at the vampire’s arrival, but soon a pornstar-looking pixie showed up, nagging the lesser ones for being unpolite to a guest of the Oracle. She ordered the other fairies to keep a steady flying mode, then she did fly up and reached an upper position, opened her legs while keeping steady through her dragonfly wings flapping at sound-speed, then she started to PISS unto the lesser ones, who started to complain and cry: “Ooooohh noooo please ladyyyy, don’t humiliate us like thiiiiis!!!” but the harsh mistress kept her minuscule flow pushing hard and raining down on the perfect make up on the microscopicule fairies’ faces. The stream was like a toy watergun, Nancy never saw a pixie pissing, let alone that way! The little madame kept going hard on her subordinates, laughing in the meanwhile, the adorable small spray exploding from beneath the shining glossy microskirt she wore. “Aaaaahhh!!” she let out when she finished her toilet, “Giving orders makes you thirsty, and when you drink, then you must piss!!”. Nancy heartfeltly laughed at the joke, and observed as the drenched creatures asked to be dispensed from more duties until taking a shower and fixing their make up, but the cruel mistress had already planned many things to be done, and started instructing them. The first thing was to bring her more Lemonade with Tequila. And ice, obviously. Then, other orders would have followed. All of them, to be performed while drenched and sticky with piss. A lesson for never disrespecting a guest, no matter how dangerous. Nancy knew pixies were mischievous, but she never saw anything like that. But she knew there was a deeply hidden message within such an action: not simply a love for order and elegance, which demanded merciless punishment for every transgression, but also a much, much subtler meaning… why being afraid of a guest, if you are under the protection of the Oracle? Showing fear was like stating that their Master’s revenge wasn’t to be feared: the fairy mistress feared Nancy first person, but felt perfectly safe under the wings of the Oracle, while the fear showed by their subordinates was like saying their master couldn’t protect them. And it was false. Very few creatures could deal with the Oracle like peers… She breathed deeply, and opened the doors to the master’s room…
  8. Reading this from one of my favourite Writers (not only of erotic fiction, not only on peefans) makes me blush
  9. I'd gladly stick my tongue "right up your alley" If you don't mind a girl tasting you...
  10. OUCH TO THE FORUM not ON uhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu!!!! Kisses Darling!!!
  11. Sheer desperation is something which doesn't happen to me for three reasons First, my bladder is huge Second, I am trained in both mind and body. To the point of torture Third, when I decide I'm gonna piss, nothing is keeping me short from doing the fuck I want, and I never feel desperate As @nopjans said in his glorious "The Piss Empire", which originally brought me here from Literotica… QUOTE "You are the Empress of the known world, and is your religious right to piss wherever you want, for no higher reasons than you simply chose to. Thus you are NEVER desperate: if you are, is because you are too weak to wield the royal rights, and this doesn't sound that good as a starting point for your reign, as a weak Empress is usually killed in a golpe very quickly" So... Anyway sometimes it happens that I am "bothered" by pressure, feeling uncomfortable Very uncomfortable. The most obscene place? The Hallway of a classy hotel while waiting for a porn photobook shooting, before I came on the forum Waiting with 3 girls, heard rumors of the organizers being scumbags, so I simply popped a squat there and then and pissed on the steps of the foyer, then left without getting them seeing me naked for the book...
  12. Somebody here shares my same opinion HAHAHAHAHAH Kinky Sweets
  13. This alternate reality is something deep for me and you can understand why. Altough turned into a dark farytale, world is already like that. I saw it during my vigilante life. The spiritual world too is like that. Full of marvels, dangers, instincts. Apocalypse is a greek word, it means "All that was hidden is now brought to surface" This is what the Dark Lords (which are the Overseers, you know what I mean) engender through their apparent ferocity (which masks timeless wisdom): apocalypse The Madas are coming, yet obviously combat sections are not the main focus as it remains an erotic piss story But next chapters will be important I have currently wrote up to chapter 14 and will keep publishing them after I saw enough people read the previous
  14. I'm not into drugs anymore, too many controls as I am a big fish of my Company now so it could get me into trouble But I love alcohol and drink like a viking When I am drunk, which happens more or less 52 weekends per year, I usually remain much calm because of my mental training, as I do not have a repressed unconscious But I can get even lazier than I usually am, so I usually pee where I am, not on myself obviously but unto Others and their properties Or simply decide I am not gonna wait for a peculiar and carefully selected place as the urge is too strong, so I end up pissing somewhere I really shouldn't, something gloriously kinky and a bit disrespecting too, like somebody's hallway, or frontsteps or flowerpots (my favourite as so piss don't backsplash on my expensive shoes) One of the most extreme was bike helmet hanging from the very seat of the scooter, turned upside down like a chamber pot. I closed the windscreen so to be sure it would have filled up, then adjusted myself on it with a high squat, and half a minute later I felt really better...

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