“Ah, I think I could use some freshening up.” ‘Master…’ The voice came from the back of his mind. It was one of his pet demons from the mass grave. “What?” ‘What is the point of all this? This is just another home you’ve attacked in the last two weeks. You promised us the world, yet you’re little more than a nighttime prowler.’ “I don’t recall giving you the right to criticize me. You are just a tool, threesome and tools aren’t allowed to speak. But if you must know, it is because I still need to become stronger. I currently have 387 demons and 97 human souls, japanese and while my powers are growing, I am not yet invincible.” He retrieved his pants and drew the silver coin from his cemetery battle. His flesh singed and smoked upon contact, the silver disrupting his powers like a neurotoxin. “With all of your power now within me, it seems I’ve inherited your weakness to silver. However, it is much less damaging now than it was just a week ago, meaning that its possible for me to someday be completely immune to its effects. Until such a time, I must stay hidden and cultivate my powers. And forgetting silver, while bullets and blades are no longer able to harm me, I’d rather not yet try my luck against a nuclear bomb. The American government will surely attempt to eliminate me once I make myself known. Then, of course, there is the sake of enjoyment. I’ve spent my life as a man, and soon, I might become a king, and eventually, a god. But for now, I want to see what it is like to live as a monster. I wish to be a terrible nightmare that dwells in the shadows outside man’s domain, spoken of only in whispers, a mysterious terror that attacks in the night and leaves behind mosaics of horror and madness. Hardcore This is how I train myself, how I push myself to my limits to ensure the strength of my will. I was born to dance, and the line between insanity and civility is my stage. I must become the embodiment of savagery, a deranged sadist that lives to inflict pain on others and paint the world red with the blood of innocents, for my purpose to be the complete lack of purpose. I must then become the embodiment of focus, able to control my emotions and desires. I must be able to act as needed without asian a single distraction in my mind, to eliminate threats with a pinprick when others would need a bullet, and to stop myself at any edge, no matter how badly I wish to take the plunge. I must again and again become addicted to madness and then break that addiction, moving from one end of the spectrum to the other as easily masturbation as breathing. I can brutalize a girl’s body until she begs for death, but how might I twist her mind until she begs for defilement? My goal will be fulfilled, but I must savor every step. I must take my time to explore every facet of my actions, to study my consequences and see the results all angles. I don’t want to miss a thing.” In the town of Senner, built thirty years ago in the ruins of the old world, the mayor greeted the morning as he always did, sitting behind his desk with a sigh and taking a few moments to enjoy his coffee. Despite the town not being aligned with the government, it was still possible to get things like coffee, though getting gouged was often unavoidable. He then began leafing through reports and updates from the previous day and continuing anything that remained unfinished. He spent only his mornings in the office. The afternoons were spent working outside, meeting with people and making sure everything in town was running smoothly. It kept him fit and healthy as he aged. One hundred years after the rise of the undead, civilization had yet to fully stabilize, even in America. The major cities, for the most part, looked no different than they had a century ago, first to be reclaimed during the fifty years of reconstruction. Out in the rural areas, towns varied wildly across the spectrum of advancement, depending on how close they were to major highways and cities. All fifty states had been reclaimed, at least their capitals, but many rural towns and communities like Senner had broken away to become sovereign city-states. I wanted to touch myself. I hope I can recover in time to take care of Jen tonight. “Come”, sang a female voice from within. As the room of reporters dove to the ground, Ben dashed forward, arriving at the window just as an incoming ball of fire broke through the glass. And she had put her hair up for swimming. He pulled them, along with his boxer briefs, down over his hips, showing off a small, flaccid penis. The beginning is a little slow and the actual story is very very long so get yourself a cuppa. “Ooooh” coos Cindy, stroking the wet mess all over my dick. Sam was asking. “Another thirty or forty five minutes,” I told her, “if you don't do something that makes me wreck us. But he didn't stop, asian pressing the lubed plug deeper inside. She handed me the plate and knelt in front of me. I ate and fed her from my plate as she knelt with her hands behind her. The girls looked so much older with a little makeup on. Beth gasped as the masturbation pain shot through her body but kept licking. Shauna thought that was too forward and asked Trevor what he thought Leona's nickname should be. Goddess is now paying my price. Leaning down to kiss me she told me, “Unless you have a refill, I think that tomorrow will be your last day for the ointment. The 3 chill for a minute, then a loud serious knock sounds on the japanese door of the bathroom. I didn’t have big bucks in it, but I knew it was harder to touch anything there because of how the Swiss are Hardcore about their banks. What's her name?” Session 11 with Mercedes threesome Daniels Will that be OK?” she asks me. Oh, I'm just going to go wandering around you know get some exercise. I got her bra off and got to make out real good.