spywareonya

On 7/24/2020 at 3:32 PM, hyde07 said:

Im honestly so happy to see your name pop up again after so long, i've genuinely been worrying about you especially with everything going on at the moment

On 7/25/2020 at 10:21 PM, lovestoseepee said:

I just wanted to add@spywareonya that's it's great to have you back I have missed seeing your postings on here and hope you decide to stay since personally I don't think the place would be the same without you. I also  wanted to say thank you for all the content you have provided for this place and I for one don't take it for granted even though I may not comment or like something that doesn't mean I don't appreciate it because I really do. I just hope we can rekindle our friendship. 🙂

Guys I am sad I have been away, but really, really life got in the way

About taking me for granted, that thing is not dead, I really was sincere about it and it's not a temporarily rant: I react to everything,  and will continue to do so, if people don't feel like doing it with everybody, at least do it FOR ME. When people see a pic or something heartouching I wrote, even if they are not in for a tight chitchat, click a reaction takes ONE SECOND. People have feelings and we should always ask ourselves how others could take our behaviours.

Beside this, I am happy as hell that you are still here, and love you as hell

On 7/28/2020 at 5:57 AM, Ms. Tito said:

I agree with everything except the clothes part, I like wearing clothes 

 

 

 

 

 

Dress go spinny.

I adore wearing clothes, nudism is an attitude

@Admin

I am happy to the core that you fully understand me now. No vanity, just a way to crack the shell which isolates every human unto his own. Visibility and gratitude have this meaning. They are tools. Tools to oppose love to squandering. Our lives are often squandered: love gives us a compass. It must be steel hard. And honestly, I think I can rock things about showing gratitude. Not blackamiling the forum but being open&clear about it.

@Sweets

You cannot lose sexyness, my love, for your sexyness never came from attitude, it was exhudated from you like a delicate perfume, the one of a quick and receptive soul. In the beginning I needed time to understand you fully. Then I simply fell in love with your sensibility.

@UnabashedUser

I missed your mighty and crude manliness. Even when you are kind you are cocky. I adore you and really missed you and your tales about your wife. I really look forward to reconnect with you, who always had been of solid support to me for whatever reason.

@durianfury

A fucking impressive stock of posts from you, pal. I felt your love, thank you immensely. For the future, I will add your ideas to some of the things I am preparing, in the meanwhile, you can really get from my past posts more than you can imagine. Sometimes old posts contains incredible things...

@HitEmAll

My friend THANK YOUUUUUUU!!! Your words always touch my.. ehm... heart!!! AHAHAHAH!!! And they make it soooo wet and aching... uhuhuhu!!! Glad to be back, really wanna restart our friendship!!!

@peeingone

The loyalty you demonstrated unto me always impressed me. I am grateful for our each exchange and about @Riley I must admit I miss her enormously, we had PMs and she shared her dark aching soul with me, and believe me she was deep as fuck, a great human being. The forum lost something without her and I sincerely hope for her return. In the beginning I felt her as a competitor but soon I understood she only wanted love, and fuck she deserved it. Thus we became BFF. I noticed she is gone, but hope never dies

@Alfresco

Hi friend!!! Thank you for being here, and yes, most people miss to look for previous things, but this must change, NOW!!!

Some of the hottest written contents of this forum are in the past!!! People are here for sex and fun, right? 95% of it is in old posts!!! Not only those of mine!!!

@conklin1

Hi pal, yes I dedicated my soul to this forum and I am a commercial partner of it, shooting copyrighted videos and porn photobooks for it and it alone. The videos, which are also on custom request when I can, are accessible to the Gold Members, a prize Admin awards unto those who help the forum survive through making a donation which ends up in the common moneypot of the forum so to pay for its existence. But my galleries are available to everyone and will soon be brought to the public attention. I am anyway more than anything proud of my written posts, both of extremely kinky actions and about philosphy, spirituality, politic, and the reasons why I make porn. My profile says a lot about me, check it whenever you want 

I prefer to add rather than to edit because posts of such an emotional intensity should not be edited because maybe somebody is preparing an answer to them and should not be puzzled if the posts suddenly changes. So I add instead of editing:

I do not wanna accuse the people of this forum. The thing is much subtler and more delicate.

But really, click a reaction, knowing that feedback is my fuel, is the least people can do if they really do not wanna write anything that could potentially start a fascinating chat

Completely ignoring this after I stated it so clearly, is a clear statement in itself: show my your pussy, you bitch, I'm here to jack off and not to feel grateful for the pics I see

As a woman, I cannot stand this. I want gratitude for what I share. And I am openly asking people to reply or at least click a reaction.

Ignoring this cannot be anything else than a political statement.

It is a very serious and deep thing, about which we should reflect

32 minutes ago, gldenwetgoose said:

My opinion is that unfortunately it is very uncommon for anyone to search back onto a previous page to view any material - when a member comments or adds to a post, it is always(?) a page1 post they're adding to

The quality of things I posted, and the fact that unless I got more likes and replies I'll leave forever and all my contents will be removed, will have to make people less superficial and selfish

Just see, I put a like to you, even if I did not appreciated part of the contents of your post, it is obvious that you put heart, brain, and time into writing it

So I just clicked

It isn't so hard to do the same with me, and with the countless very sexy and arousing things I posted

It's enough to go to my profile and start scrolling

I do with a lot of people in order to be sure I don't miss anything

Is that hard and/or absurd to expect for people to do the same with me?

Anyway, they will, or I will leave, and they will be proved so avaricious that they preferred to lose one of the forum main members rather than click a fucking reaction

It is a war of wills: my will is for people to stop taking contents for granted. Other people will side with my claim or side against it, but then they will be described by their choice

I spent nameless emotions and whole days for creating my galleries or writing important things

A click is not that much to ask in return, it just proves you are not here only to take

The world doesn't need people who only take: and surely I don't need a forum which in itself is great but would, in that hypothesys, proved to be overrun with people of that kind

Hi people of the forum

I have been absent for a while, struggling with personal problems of such a size that they prevented me from logging in

When I finally solved them, Pandemia broke out forcing me to 12 hours-per-day shifts, turning me into a trashed and exhausted thing.

I finally got my work back and here I am again

But there is one thing I also need to make you understand

I am here on this forum for a very precise reason

I am convinced that lack of emotional flow is the reason which turned the world into a cold place where people only have materialism to comfort themselves with

I hate all of this

I love piss but more than anything I love my own philosophical struggle against human indifference

In the last weeks of my presence here last year, people were ignoring me, and this is something I cannot accept

Nobody, beside my loyalists, were checking my contributions, and during my absence, almost nobody checked my previous stuff

I have posted more 12000 posts and ONE HUNDRED pics of me on this forum, and I sincerely cannot accept for them to be forgotten in a week after it took three days to shoot said photobook, just because new threads about absolutely less-personal things pop up

This has nothing to do with vanity and if I fail to make you all understand this, I will leave again and this time forever.

What I gave to the forum, was something I poured my very soul into.

I want for people to interact with it.

Reply and give likes. It is so easy, that doing elsewhere demonstrates either uninterest or atrocious avarice of gratitude.

This wasn't the reason why I left. I left for much darker reasons. But it can be important about me being back.

Something so personal makes people emotionally vulnerable.

I need more feedback.

More love.

Soon I will find a way to make my galleries more visible but I do not wanna bash them into your faces, the point is that I want people to understand that I consider what I posted worthy of being looked for, even if they aren't that visible

Prove me you love me. And I will give you more than I ever did.

I love you all. Check some of my 12000+ posts to understand me and understand also that I am absolutely sincere in telling you all that I really love you.

I love you so much that I cannot ignore wether you act toward me in a way that makes me happy, or you don't

I want my life to become part of you through sharing pics, videos, and personal reflections

I need what is inside of you, your light, make me bathe in it, I live to make people understand the power of their love, but really, this is no silly game, I need what you can give me, I want your love actually expressed through likes and replies, in a tangible way

I can't put days and days intro creating things and then seeing them fall into oblivion in a week. I have ZERO spare time so it takes me a lot to create what I give... and I want for it to become an ACTUAL starting platform for endless chats full of horniness and attentions

Reflect on my words

I am here, for now

Give me reasons to stay

24 minutes ago, glad1 said:

Great to see you back here again!!!!!

I'm so happy I could wet myself (or something....)

It's an attempt of being back

I will soon tell more

On 6/29/2020 at 11:09 PM, Peefreak99 said:

Would any girl be willing to make a request video? 

Me

Sorry for the absence, son... shitty moment.

Never stopped loving you

If it isn't impossible for me in this moment, let's try

Tell me what you want

@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.

28 minutes ago, steve25805 said:

The Oracle. Interesting. An entity even more powerful than the vampire.

The Oracle will be stunning in many ways, but from a different angle than people expect... ihihihih...

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Am looking forward to this meeting.

You have created a world I can easily lose myself in. It is a bit like a much darker Terry Pratchett novel, with veins of horror and a lot of pissing thrown in, yet also a very pleasing alternate reality.

Terry Pratchett weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

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I can tell that Nancy the vampire is a reflection of yourself, an alter ego that is an expression of you.

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.

2 hours ago, PissingBlonde said:

right up my alley

I'd gladly stick my tongue "right up your alley"

If you don't mind a girl tasting you...

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...

4 hours ago, Sweets said:

Omg I don’t know if I could have just watched. I might have slipped in and peed with him.  Made my pussy wet just reading it. 😈

Somebody here shares my same opinion HAHAHAHAHAH

Kinky Sweets

4 hours ago, steve25805 said:

I am kind of looking forward to the arrival of the Madass criminals so Nancy the vampire can kick their asses and piss on them.

@spywareonya, you have created an alternate reality which it is a pleasure to lose myself in.

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

They all completed taking a shower, and it was bed time. They did their best to keep the piss-drenched clothes as long as possible on their bodies because vampire's piss scares off other monsters, but after a certain time they were smelling like the filthiest public bathroom.

Before reaching bedrooms, the boy was still curious: “There are other legends… of vampires controlling animals, or people’s will…”.

She smiled: “We know how to seduce, and our hormons are intense. But we do not mesmerize people like Jedi from Starwars movie” she laughed, “We know how to deal with animals because we have a perfect relationship with our animal side as well, but it’s just as a human baring teeth or shouting against a dog, only more effective, there’s nothing magickal. And we do not control them at all”.

He went on: “Stories says vampires cannot cross water streams, nor enter houses uninvited, which is why they mesmerize people into inviting them… but you say you cannot spellbind people, and I remember you entered here all of a sudden, back at our first encounter… but water streams? And the legend in itself?”.

She took that serenely: “Water streams evoke a sensation of purity, superstitiously believed to keep evil at bay. Just like the perceived inviolability of house walls. They are symbols, nothing real”.

He nodded: “And what about you transforming into fog, or bat, or rats? And flight? And what about reviving a dead vampire pouring blood on its corpse?”.

She took that seriously instead: “The transformations stuff is just superstition, to link us to things awful or mysterious. And we cannot fly, but we can climb better than humans do, and jump down unaffected from great hights. Now, about reviving a vampire, it’s complicated… if you take enough damages, you simply die, and that’s all, and you are dead forever. But if you take such an amount that you cannot heal completely or quick enough by yourself, well then pouring blood on the wound or feeding through fresh blood, will increase our amount of available DNA and hasten the recovery”.

He reflected, and he had just one, last, very heartfelt question: “So… you are not living dead”.

She had been waiting for that question aaaaaaall the time until that: “No. We are not. We are associated with being dead because humans unconsciously associate death with the door to a higher realm of existence, thus believing that entities perduring through death acquire supernatural powers, being them Saints, or ghosts and vampires. Plus, we are natural born predators, and wreak havoc wherever we go. This is also why Death has always been worshipped by secret sects during History: they didn’t venerate Death as the demise of the chance to act and think, like death is on the immediate, physical stance. They revered the symbols associated with death, the power to destroy, the power to perdurate through one’s death, and the power to feel at ease within gloomy settings where others would feel fear, or lack of materialistic comforts. Like dead trees appear somehow mightier than living ones, and bones keeping a magickal power after the body is gone, "Death" here is not physical decay, is just a word, is just a MASK, a symbol not of demise, but of LIFE: its most solemn and dangerous portions… yet much more springing with energy and intensity that what humans usually associate with life… as their life is based mainly on KEEPING it, staying away from anything capable to do harm, foundamentally mild and scared. This is why the Dark Lords are helpers of evolution: unleashing violence and destruction, in peer with the absolute, scientifical certainty in the immortality of soul, they turned life into a videogame where everybody can esplore their darkest plasure, knowing that if you die, you simply restart. Like special forces soldiers wearing hoods with a skull Painted on it: they are not DEAD, they are DEADLY”.

The boy was more than fascinated: this last explaination changed him, in his depths…

“Yet creature fight in order not to die…” he murmured, while reflecting, and she caressed his cheek, gently: “Rebirth is guaranteed, and when you are reborn after a violent death, you are always empowered if compared to previous life, as a form of indemnization from having died when you still had a lot of time to live. But first of all, the last minutes of life before being killed are spent in full submission to the one who defeated you, and it’s not sure that he will be merciful to you. Plus, if you die, you’ll be reborn, but it will take time. All your plans for this life, will have to wait to be resumed in the next life. So nobody wanna die. This is why we are preparing for the Madas”.

He felt a sudden rush of blood to the head: “You’re not staying just to exert a playful bdsm attitude upon us, isn’t it?”.

She smiled at him, and gently kissed him on his lips: “I’m staying because I feel this is the night they will come to see why their fellow hadn’t had any contacts with them in almost a week”.

He couldn’t believe his own ears: she wasn’t playing with them… she was protecting them?! Was she evil as she kept on saying… or she actually wasn’t?!

“I’ll sit on the roof to look around. You better have some sleep”.

He felt toward her something he couldn’t name, but was burning like fire: “I wanna be by your side. If they come, I know how to fight”. He hated the Madas, shortened for “Madafakkas”, the group of bandits commanding that region. Indeed, he still had a masterplan in his mind, and after assorbing enough piss from the dark lady, he would have enacted it… he was keeping it secret simply to avoid making his family to worry for him. But he would have had his vengeance…

“There’s one last thing I need to ask you” he whispered. She pretended to get mad: “You’ve been asking questions throughout all the last chapter and this one too, so make sure this is the last one”.

He didn’t understand what she meant about "chapters", was somebody reading their story? But hell, vampires are mysterious…

“How do you become a vampire?”. She got dead serious. “Legends provide three ways” he continued, “You can drink a vampire’s blood, you can survive a vampire bite, and you can actually be born from two vampire parents”.

She got gloomy: “Our bite does not turn you. And for breeding… We vampires are sterile. Female vampires do not even have period. Male or female that we can be, we cannot breed, nor among each other, nor with monsters, nor humans. The only way is drinking another vampire’s blood. But the genetical transformation shocks the body, and chances to die of heart failure or poisoning, are very high. I wouldn’t recommend that to anybody. We all vampires have been created by a first group who spontaneously sprouted out from the Time-Space disturbances of the Arrival, the first true vampires, uncreated. In the chaos of the Arrival War, these firstborn vampires infused hundreds of THOUSANDS people with their blood. Mostly war-orphans. Just a few dozens survived, out of almost a MILLION. It still is possible, but the risks are to great. Also, the blood must be freshly spilled, and the amount drank, huge, or the change won’t simply start. It means the vampire must be willing to cooperate. Or completely overpowered and tied with something hard enough to keep us still, which is a bit unlikely since the fall of civilization and the disappearence of scientifically advanced substances. So the only chance is that the vampire is willing. And a vampire would never try to turn somebody she cares for, for the simple fact that chances of survival are around 1/1000. A vampire could only try to turn somebody out of a need for more slaves, illusing himself he’s able to convince his spawns to feel grateful unto him and serve him. But more or less, nobody does. After the nuking of the first enclave and the destruction of the first vampires and of most of their spawns, we survivors had just lived our lives, scattered, and completely uninterested in each other. We are not social creatures like humans, our instincts are different”.

He was amazed by the explaination: “You too, started out like that?”. She nodded. Silence fell between them. “Did you ever tried to turn somebody?” he asked then, and she became very serious and gloomy: “A couple of time, in the beginning. I tried to turn raiders. And a terminally wounded girl I wanted to save from a particularly sad fate. They all died”. She fell to silence again. “You missed the legend about being bitten” he concluded, and she got back to her silly behaviour: “That’s just a symbolism, of the fact that the Soul learns, and gets empowered, mainly out of Knowledge, Love and Toughness. To die in combat is a great experience of toughness, for the soul. Since, the stories about achieving superhuman powers after getting through being fed upon by a mighty predator. The soul toughens, but the body doesn’t transform into a vampire, it is simply not true”.

He reflected on that: his newborn plan to ask her being transformed was dead stillborn. But he could do great with her piss too… “Go to sleep now” she gently told him, “I’ll be in the lookout”.

Reluctantly, he obeyed, and got downstairs, to sleep near the fireplace. She entered the mom’s bedroom which she reclaimed as hers, and got out of the window to sit on the very roof outside of it. Maybe they wouldn’t have come that night… but she wanted to be sure. She also wanted to ease the pressure in her bladder, so she reached for the edge of the roof and sit down, spreading her legs, and released her muscles.

Soon, a gusher erupted from her body, she sighed in deep relief as a torrent of dark gold was exiting her urethra, sprinkling in the air beneath her, like she did for the last time in her apartment a few days before… everything turned so sad and serious in the last days! She needed to get back to her happy life… but not before helping this family one last time. She kept on pissing and pissing, she could feel her whole body relaxing and getting empty, the pleasure was sincere and intense, she could actually perceive her nerves conquer a sensation of distension and serenity…

Below, on ground level, the milf finished smoking a cigarette, self-prepared with tobacco, one of the last pleasures found around. She threw the chugbutt on the ground, and was gonna get back inside, when she heard footstemp of the above roof. Then, all of a sudden, a waterfall started to rain down. She just had a shower so she instinctively jumped back, avoiding the stream.

The vampire was pissing down from the roof, she realized. Obviously, without caring for who could be beneath her golden rain.

No check, no warning, no nothing.

She needed to piss, she did what she needed, without a care in the world.

The woman imagined what it was like, live free like an animal, unaffected by hot or cold, without actual need for a house, feared by every creature, running and laughing and killing just for fun.

She felt wetness within her tighs, and a rush of heat surging through her flesh, in the innards of her vagina. How unapologetic the vampire was, exerted over her a morbid fascination. She kept her eyes onward, watching her urine fall down like a teenager in love watches the rain falling out of her window.

After the death of her husband, she did her best to protect her children, even to the point of discharging temporarily the inner, legitimate needs of a woman. When that disgusting pig which took over her house was killed by their dark saviour, what she did side by side with her daughter remembered her that she still had hormons craving to be respected. And that her creature by now had the same, inherent desires.

All humans were a bit vampires. On the roof, Nancy was still laughing and pissing, pushing all she had inside, out of her system. The woman kept her eyes fixed on the dark, dense fluid pouring down. She didn’t even noticed that her hands reached for her own dripping pussy. Even from outside the fabric of the nightgown, her fingers tortured her clit, her tighs pressing together. Nancy’s piss finally expired. No sounds came from above. She kept on massaging her love-button. She was a bit afraid that the vampire could have peeked down from the edge of the roof, to see if she pissed unto somebody or something: in that case, she would have caught her fingering. She considered to stop, and restart inside the house, somewhere. But nobody peeked from the roof.

The vampire just got her bladder empty and didn’t give a fuck of whatever.

Really, she wasn’t peeking. She really didn’t give a fuck.

The woman kept pushing and shaking that little, pivotal spot of her body, until she exploded in plasure… she chose she didn’t wanna hide. Not this time. At least once in her fucking lifetime, she wanted to be exactly like that night empress. She screamt her pleasure out loud, without holding nor shame. It was like being born, like being on the prow with the ocean wind on her face. When the pleasure finally subsided, she felt steps behind her, and on the door stood her son. “All ok, mom?” he asked.

She smiled at him, complete and serene: “Yes, my beloved tresure. I just cummed”.

He blushed, smiled, and went back in. She too got back inside. When she reached for her children’s room, which she was gonna share with her daughter that night, found the door open, and peeked inside.

The girl was on the bed, already under the bedpans. But the expressions of pleasure on her face, and sneaky movements under the sheets, made her smile motherly, and she decided to wait for her daughter to accomplish the same pleasure she just conquered for herself...

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Below this you will find chapter FIVE of this story

I will now go with a bit of a previous-episodes sum up ihihihi

Much before the birth of the multiverse, Chaos existed and it gave Birth to gargantuan, all-mighty entities which were completely devoid of evil and yet also totally devoted to self-transformation, which ended up in an almost accidental devotion to nonsensical brutal destruction. They live forever and if killed in combat, they are reborn and perfectly remember all their past lives so to them death is nothing. A group of them became so mighty it came to rule ALL of Chaos, and their constant feeding frenzy on lesser gods produced enough movement to engender the birth of the Multiverse, which is COSMOS out of CHAOS. They care not for what happens here but seldom turn their eyes toward insignificant small planets of 3-dimensional universes like our. At some indefinite moment of the third millennium, Earth became their plaything, and this event was called the Arrival.

They know souls are eternal, and Death in combat can secretly and misteriously empower the soul because it teaches us to remember the careless enthusiasm of Chaos, so they "helped" us by mutating half of humanity in monsters, unleashing a war of humans against monsters, and among humans themselves too for last supplies. Humans start to label those multi-dimensional divinites "Dark Lords" altough they are not here to rule, Earth, just to expand havok and madness (also because this Whole universe is smaller than a single cell of their impossibily huge bodies, they can unleash ten-thousands times the power of a Big Bang just by blinking an eye)

After some years, the world is now a post-apocalyptic world where monsters, refugees, and outlawed criminals, fight against each other for survival. Such a place is a marvellous setting for a creature like Nancy, which is a vampire whose personal story had not yet been divulged (but will soon). Vampires are among the most powerful creatures of the post-Arrival world, but differently from Others, Nancy is not evil, only desperately in Agreement with the Dark Lords pjilosophy of sillyness, absurdity, ferocity, self-irony, and bizarre mix of honour and psychological bdsm attitude

In the previous chapters, she befriended a metalhead with an axe who hunts down monsters and criminals, both for helping refugees and because he himself adores the Dark Lords religion of pointless and whimsical destruction

The two parted ways but they are meant to meet again

Later on, Nancy found a farm inhabited by a family held prisoner by a human outlawed warlord, whose arrogant use of power is different from the liberating use of devastation the Dark Lords teach, yet are allowed to exist as the Lords do not interfere and just let humans evolve and fight each other according to their different ethics

Nancy kills the motherfucker and yet she was also intentioned to kill the humans too (never forget she still is a devotee of chaos, altough not directly in a religious way as she doesn't worship the dark Lords like her metalhead friend), but changes her mind when she sees the milf mom and the barely-legal daughter take an angry and hateful piss on the warlord corpse, which mesmerizes Nancy and lead her to empathize with the bad moments they went through

She adopt the three of them, the two women and a boy, who becomes her favourite sex toy because he is peculiarly strong, emotionally speaking, a feature he shows by submitting without a tear to nancy's piss abuse of his mom, sister, and himself.

In my personal opinion knowing one's place in hierarchy and accepting it without pride at the lesser nor envy at the superior, just like a Mathematical computation, is a sign of lack of arrogance (insecure arrogant people will be bossy with the small and try to backstab his superiors), and lack of arrogance is the only trademark of spiritual greatness, so I ended up crafting a character with this mighty attitude

She remained at their house to protect them from retaliation at the hands of other criminals whose pal she killed, but told them not of this altruistic hidden goal, as she wants them to keep fearing her, so to please her most naughty, kinky and nasty side...

Now at dinner, the boy is asking Nancy scientifical questions about her vampiric nature. In my Path supernatural is explained scientifically so all my finctional productions which include it, has such a background...