1 comments/ 41670 views/ 2 favorites Night Creepers Ch. 01 By: sex slave Sandra stood up and yawned after memorizing her daily twenty five pages of the notes on the celtion dissertation on humans and mortality in art. Sandra had a way about her that made one think of distinction and statuesque competence. At five foot six she was above average height and her grace in movement was apparent as she glided around the perimeter of her blue walled room, stopping to gaze out her window momentarily, her fingers running along the wooden edge of her sill. Her lovely jade eyes surveyed her grassy lawn and the forest beyond. Sandra could see many other things however that were outside the view of the expanse of her lawn and the mountain peek of grand itolis cortin, known as the grey spires. Sandra was born on the day of winters beginning on Samhain which granted certain clairvoyance and was only understood within a chimerical view of Sandra's own perception. It was beyond the serene and prominent landscapes of Morristown but seen through the disguises worn by its inhabitance. The town itself held visions unseen by the eyes of normal persons but Sandra could see symbols brought about by the nighttime transformation of the Morrisstown civilians. Also the nature of the woodlands beckoned to her in the language of the heavens. The sound of the mountain in front of her mansion of inheritance penetrated every part of her being. "Oh lord," she blurted." I suppose that I will be separated from my studies once more this fine night." With an eye blink the land before Sandra's eyes was blackened by the magic surrounding the landscape in connection with her own ability to see the reality behind her environment. It was during such involuntary divinations that Sandra was allowed to see the darker site of many things. Sandra slowly walked downstairs making sure to mind her steps on the somewhat creaky steps. Passing by her aged mother's room she noticed the bed was occupied. "Asleep and at peace," she thought. Sandra knew that soon she would be visited by the tormented souls of the town who one by one turned up in the hopes for solution in their positions of separation from their loved ones. Up to this point Sandra had no solution to the plight of the ten cases of suffering who seemed ever more dejected with their fates. They had been sent to her by Milliner the druid from the lonely North peak of grand itolis cortin. Who knew of Sandra's sacred birth and of a cure that she somehow also possessed but could not yet realize? Sandra had dealt with some violent retches who demanded a cure to their invisibility and the rage that accompanied their night fevers. Just last week she had met the newest infection case named Sillis Cancrin of blue lake streets western end. The man was in a delusional fit and for the first time Sandra was afraid for her life in her attempts to aid the suffering. Mr. Cancrin owned the candle shop at West end and when his insomnia and night sweats turned into what is commonly known within informed circles as "night creep," he nearly lost his mind completely. Luckily Sandra had been out at town purchasing some goods for the banquet of the loyal members of town court or else dear Sillis would have been lost forever. Because a person with an infected soul is rendered invisible and formless to all non infected members during nighttime they naturally fear the hour of darkness's approach and become unable to sleep in anxiety. Sillis was seen by Sandra wandering in a horrible fit of fear and delirium near dusk and she knew he must have come down with this strangest of fevers. At present the ten night creepers were all living together in asylum at the cliffs Keep manor in collective isolation and meditation on a solution which most probably involved Sandra. "If no one shows up tonight I will be quite satisfied, Sandra thought," but it was futile. The night had come on too fast this time... Sandra's house seemed to be frozen in a state of ice. The blue hue surrounding her household possessions made her reflect on the coldness of past heart break. "Oh dearest Zebislon, why did thou forsaken my hopes for normalcy; something with you just seemed so right as to break me of this foul habit of never-ending empathy and servitude to this hopeless cause." She crept through the downstairs hall with its obsidian stone. Her front door seemed to open by an unknown force and the area outside was a thick mist which parted for her passage. A voice cried out: "Oh dear sage, your answer must be obtained." She returned a voice of weak retort, "And how do you expect to do that; do you think I have not been trying to free the tormented souls of this valley?" Suddenly a form appeared He had sad eyes and a formidable countenance with brown hair and black boots. "I come from the Keep. A solution has been reached." "You cannot mean that . . . do you mean to say that my suffering is finally over?" "Well I suppose that depends on how you look at it." "What do you mean," she was truly perplexed by the notion of her servitude continuing after the remedy of the ten townsmen. "What is my part?" The man shrugged and turned around, his head bowed. Sandra broke down: "Do you understand what this damn sickness has done to my life, my studies and my love? This damn power of seeing the soulless victims of this mystery ailment has isolated me enough without you and the other creepers keeping me from the solution don't you think?" The man did not answer. "YOU fucker, answer me!" Sandra rushed the man and placed a hand on his shoulder only to be thrown backwards. "Don't try and touch me mortal." Sandra began to cry producing small tears which ran downward on her cheeks. By the time she tasted her tears the mist surrounding them had lifted and the man turned and spoke. "The only way for this curse to be lifted is for you to sacrifice your life for me! Okay now it has been said: Your body is a masterpiece and it must be slaughtered brutally in order to end this curse." The man unsheathed a huge blade of mighty steel and raised its edge. With the motion of his arms Sandra felt her body contort and finally sprawl onto the ground without her control of it. At the same time her clothes were shredded and floated up into the air. As if a signal she spied the appearance of the ten night victims in their gowns of suffrage. There eyes were closed as if they were concentrating on ending their own misery as evident by the claw marks on each of their heads which were attained by the persistent involuntary attempts by the soulless to tear off their skin. Of course Sandra did not know if these marks were seen by only her. "Is it true? Will my death Aleve your suffering?" Her voice was loud and contained a sadness of an absolute type. Her cheeks were damp with tears and she suddenly was sucked into a vortex of pain and anguish. She saw her past lover and in her mind she was younger and at the time unaware of any sickness. Her lover embraced her and in his caress the world looked to be fair and equal. His firm hands had caressed not only her breasts but held tight around her, his tongue prodding the interior of her mouth and meeting Sandra's in lustful abandonment. Her long legs felt weak with the touch of this lover. His strong hands would touch those same legs, running upward higher and higher until he reached the soft spot between her lean and tender thighs. Sandra stood erect; her mouth slightly open and releasing short sighs with the thoughts that ran through her mind when it all happened, her nipples erect and her fingers clutching her lover's shoulders as he slowly kissed her thighs. His soft breath was everywhere and his gentle motions made her heart flutter with anticipation. Would he break her virgins seal? Penetrate her with his manhood and make her climax to leave this world forever? She remembered holding thoughts of such lust as to leave her feeling set apart from the proper schoolgirl image that her mother so valued and saw in her. "I want to feel him deep inside me," she thought and as if by an outside force granting wishes, she felt a finger enter her Virgin pussy, her warmth engulfing and tightening around what she knew to be the precursor to a new life in the ecstasy of another realm. It never happened... All that she saw of that days' shining radiance was that last lusty engagement fading out to the life which she was seeing end before her. Suddenly though it was all clear. She had that cock after all. She remembered for sure the time they spent, his hardness plowing inside her womanhood and her orgasm flooding the room and drowning them both. She could see it all at last, but why then did he leave her a letter of dismissal? After all, she had helped him swim through her orgasm as the ejaculate mingled deep inside her wanton loveliness. "Oh, Oh," her reverie interrupted, she found the Man of terror poised to complete his brutal act. He appeared to be a soldier though his weaponry looked unfamiliar and his face contained a hint of sadness. Her naked body lay exposed and breathtaking on the grass which was now wet with what seemed the dew of this unfortunate hours tears. "I see you still hold memories of foul intent Sandra," the man stated with a pompous air. With his sword he parted her legs and she looked down at the point of his insistence. What Sandra thought was dew was really the product of forbidden pleasure. With one quick movement the soldier ran a finger over the place where Sandra's bottom met the wet ground and removed some dampness with his finger to taste. "I see your flavor has not altered since you have corrupted all these plain folks," the figure seemed to say. "What do you mean?" Sandra demanded. "Do you mean to destroy me or speak in riddles? Or maybe your sickness and magic combination foreshadows the doom of the soulless and the mortals alike when you kill me and destroy my ability?" "You little bitch! I am going to slice you in two!" The man again raised his sword and charged. All Sandra could do was close her eyes in anticipation of her return to the realm of her past existence. She searched her mind for escape but nothing came. Strangely however, neither did death. She heard a sound as the steel blade pierced the soil beneath her and a shriek of pain came from what was formally her own voice box but which now sounded somehow foreign. . Upon opening her eyes Sandra saw a naked woman of her same dimensions with her organs revealed and her blood cascading much like tears of larger voluminous content; raging riverward. The man was kneeling toward the corpse and upon retracting his blade he stood and shed a tear himself. It seemed to Sandra that the dead woman was this infected mans vision and the event was not in accordance with her own reality at all. The ten night creepers converged from the shadows and their facial scars seemed healed. "Dearest Sandra, please say not a word in fear that if you do the man may think his job is undone and our lives might return to torment." Sandra merely nodded her head in confusion. The tears did not stop flowing but neither did the new memories of past for Sandra. Now that part of her had been slayed she suddenly saw that the soldier was not one of the infected cases at all but she was rather invisible to him; her voice merely shifting meaning into a similar form in his reality. "It was my willingness to die that released my healing abilities to you," she thought; my mortality in art. "Uh oh oh, Come to me you saved souls. This feeling is so strong. I must have the strongest of your seeds inside of my womb in order to save my potentials for a future generation." What am I saying? she thought. I cannot fight this desire. I feel it so strongly. I must have snapped. Her power was unleashed and there was no turning back. Her musty pheromones were wafting into the air and being picked up by the men around her. She could see their eyes and their looks were of complete lust. Her power to heal the soulless night wanderers had in it an inherent and unwieldy aftereffect of sexual need and a direct linkage from her own mind to the minds of her viewers. The men were speaking to her mind as they feared the return of the strange slayer and catalyst of their sexual and independent freedom. The slayer was making his retreat with his hand on his sword hilt, his back to the now visible congregation of man-beasts, perverted and sick with desire. The slayer had no desire to turn back as he wanted never again to gaze into the eyes of his true love. That bright sunny school girl who traveled with him to the center of the amazing universe in the adoption of his style of penetration. Where upon he lanced their bodies together, pumping his hard manhood deep into her sex starved vaj. His semen had released in her a transformation which was total dismition and upon their separation he too had changed. Sin had taken on a strange role, kept distanced from his Woman Sandra for fear of total death under her spell. Her orgasm was like an injection of raw chemicals. He had thought his blood was bubbling as he penetrated her pussy at an ever fastening rate. "Faster faster," she had cried; "pump your hard dick in me." With her legs in the air, he last remembered her haughty grin in her pleasure at his slavery to her. When his vision went black he was trapped in his inability to stop his throbbing cock from spurting his ejaculate ever deeper into her womb at her command and elation. "Ohh Sin, the moon is full and your little prick plays a larger part then you'd ever know in a normal lifetime." He could not stop cumming. He was pulled downward to suck on her awaiting nipples and her bottom moved upward to meet his cock as her pernicious cunt wraped its nails into his hard as stone penis, milling it again and again. Her seemingly endless amount of hands were clutching his balls and his whole body was being thrown into her pussy as she cried out obscenities: "oh, fuck me fuck me, oh oh." It was as if he could do nothing but serve this mistress. "oh oh oh," she panted. His eyes opened to his astonishment to see a multiplicity of faces where his JADE eyed girl produced such happy grins and social smiles at knowledge. No, this was past and His slaying of Sandra had laid end to his torments. He would no longer have to avoid anything and his homoerotic affairs would be through as well. He knew now that the ten men of Cliff keep were dead. At least he thought they should be in his slaying of the Druid whore according to scripture. He had injected his infected sperm into the bowels of all ten of those wretched men while following his own night sickness and in his mutual orgasm with them they had become one in turmoil. Now after he committed suicide the thing would be over. I guess they all know that. I still cannot see the reason for the druid whore to abandon the idea of loving me. As Sin was a victim to the violent lust of Sandra's arrival as a sage, now the death of Sandra's alter ego would render her the victim of a new type of perversion. The men's eyes fixed on their prey, they encircled Sandra. She could not fight the dirty thoughts in her mind that so pushed her desire for intercourse into her consciousness above all else. She knew that the blocker sperm within the former night creepers would stop the seeds of other members just as their own procreation would do battle in its own right. Sandra yearned to see the men she so aided do battle within her prized loins. She let out a groan as her deep seeded lust admonished her staring admirers. Suddenly she felt the hands of many men along the neat lines of her body. Her supple breasts were groped with fervor while the two men took each of her sides positioning her with her legs spread for her first provider. Sandra spoke out" "bury your weaponry to the hilt in my ready womanhood," as a tear of joy reflected the light of the early coming dawn. Meanwhile the knobs of several men stood poised in the same dim light; ready to open the doors to eternal safety in numerous pleasures and ephemeral lusts. Sandra's hands were reaching for all of the men's steadily enlarging gourds; her neck arching to greet all manner of manhood with open and closed mouthed kisses both to act out the clean girl image of tenderness and to destroy it in depraved sinful glory. Her first such embrace to a long curved rod came just as her tender labia spread to accommodate the girth of a stately and prodigious weapon belonging to the huskiest of men. O mother of mirth, such ORGY, CUM LIKE SNOW ON THE mountain peaks, shower your landscape. Sandra lost any hold on reality as the thick and knobby prick spread wide her snatch and began ravaging her bottom side. "Oh, grant me your girth, plow it inside me and lose your hold as I have," she allowed. The nine other creepers, freed from their restrictive chains of isolation, fully immersed their minds and rigid cocks into the scenario. The cloaked men at Sandra's front side were blessing her mouth with their widths. One of these cocks belonged to Sillis, his reddened eyes seemed to Sandra to glint momentarily in sadness for his soon to come invasion, but the feeling passed. The impossible sized rods were rapidly leaking pre-seminal fluid which was making its way down Sandra's face. Her rocking bottom was cascading vaginal fluid with the rapid entry of gourd number one as her blowjob had the men at her sides masturbating their swords, leaving sticky bloody fluid on there hands. The hemoglobin and the pre-semen was mixing to splash on Sandra's face and backside while the front man pulled Sandra's face toward a helping of prodigious spunk. She attempted to swallow it all but the remarkable amount left her unable and two streams jetted out the corners of her mouth. She began to exclaim: "I need it inside of me to battle in my womb," her speech slurred with the opaque bubbling juice. Suddenly, the weapon that was bashing and ramming its way inside Sandra's used womanhood was shuttering from the hilt to the tip. The first share of potential life was spurting deep inside her pussy and Sandra felt herself beginning to climax along with her assailant. It was high time she lined up all of the night creepers to take her from behind in order to put the sperm to war inside her belly. She looked behind at the spent warrior and began: "I want more, I need more cum." At that moment Sandra had lost all of her powers except the ability to induce instantaneous explosion from the sex of any male belonging to any species. This ability would set up a battle between the seeds of many men to procreate master offspring. Sandra was ready to welcome all the fluid from all of their nuts. Their cracking would be both physical and mental, but nonetheless the results would seep into her vagina. "Oh, give me your spunk. Bless my hot cunt with your seeds." To be continued... Night Creepers Ch. 02 Sandra looked around her to view the gang of Morris townsfolk as they jacked at their enlarged weaponry. Sillis was looming over her like a piece of landscape and behind his naked legs she could spy a crumpled body that seemed to melt into the earth ;an image that Sandra could not understand or pay too much mind to at the moment. Sandra was bent on receiving the hot loads which the previously infected men possessed in their balls. Their provision of procreate into her womb was her only concern in her lustful heat. She could feel the cocks against her flesh as the men beat off in varying rhythms while Sillis again pointed his thick rod at her mouth. Sandra looked up and the image of the candlestick maker courting his burnette wife rang in her mind for a moment before her insatiable desire for cum flushed it out again. Sandra took the rod just as hands again ravaged her backside in her position on all fours. A thick member forced its way between her pussy lips and Sandra's expelled moan was cut by the tip of Sillis's dickhead which disappeared along with the following girth. "Suck it you whore," Sillis was blurting as if his mind was possessed much like Sandra's. Though she thought of only cock and the vision of her stretching vagina filling with white ooze; both images were very much welcomed. Those fantastic containers for jizz were swelling around her and she clutched a Silliss's sack which was tight and wrinkled much unlike the loose jizz holds which assaulted her backside as the man at her tail rammed his meat home inside her. "Give me your juicy cum," Sandra managed to squeak between the bombardments that her mouth endured. Cock heads were pressing against her face and her ample breasts were molested as her ass felt moistened and then was filled in her the repositioning by her assailants. Her small puckered asshole was studied as her cheeks were spread by the ravaging throng which prodded her backside with there tongues in preparation before ramming there dicks into that tightest of spaces. The invasion by cocks into her mouth and asshole were alright to Sandra in her lust and desire for the ultimate state of arousal. Sandra desired all the man juice in her womb but also didn't mind when Sillis began spurting home his dick sauce in her mouth. The tangy liquid shot into her oral cavity like a guiser; the bubbling ooze sprayed\ to the roof of her mouth and into her throat as her eyes rolled back in her head. Suddenly Sandra's hair was tightening around a fist as the phalic molestation increased. Her head forced backwards, the dick in her cunt shuttered and spunk exploded into her vaj. Simultaneously her ass was filled and another cock replaced Sill's in her throat and her lips perced around the hard sperm hull. Stroking the canon of the next cock, Sandra let her mouth rest on the thick balls that held her treasured sperm. She was going crazy for the taste of those sweaty tortured genitals as her tongue lathered them up before she was made to again deep-throat another thick cum rod. Next, Sandra followed the guidance of her hair puller and she was led upward to sit on a hardened gourd which was bent and veiney. She crouched down and began riding the thing in a way which triggered a memory above her constant mental obsession to be fucked in total cum worship until pregnancy was insured. Sandra saw her slayer, or at least it looked like the man that set this scene into action with his sword. The man was plowing into her cunt just like the bent cock which she now rode. Sandra could see his eyes replacing the hollowed eyes of the previously sick man who groped her titties and his lips uttered words whiled she bucked and fucked. Just as the orations became vocalized Sandra's view was shattered by two huge dicks which she gobbled like a pig being stuffed. She felt thick rods corroding her mouth and then her used ass stretched for more abuse. Was it possible to take such big hard dicks in her small virgin ass this way? The meat sticks worked into her ass and cunt and Sandra felt as though her whole backside was being worked by a massive force. The other six men stood afoot, and as soon as her cunt was filled they took the place of their predecessors until the ooze from her pussy was a river of bubbling stew. Sandra could not even feel her legs anymore as her rapists ravaged her body and gave her the timely offerings she so desired. Their rhythm of fucking was erratic like her own brain waves as she envisioned offspring of a strong stock with the dominance of victor sperm. Her throat coated she choked down more cum and with six men flaccid from donating their white donations she felt what could have possibly been the last contribution into her cunt depository . Sandra laid on the grass, her stretched used vaj leaking the mix of ten men's sperm as the men again surrounded her ;this time closing their eyes and jerking off in unison for a reason that Sandra did not think to fathom. She merely played with her breasts, aroused with her deed and new life without worry and in her ecstasy of obeying her minds will to suck and fuck cock. The former Night creepers jerked faster and faster and their gourds again became stone hard; entrancing Sandra who felt magnificent in their desire to provide their milk to her. She beckoned to them in her most sensuous way. "Oh please, I want more" Give me your cock juice all over my whore body. I beg you, cum over my face and tits; my body needs your hot cum. The men beat their dicks until hands were a blur and Sandra felt high in the sight. It was like a dream and suddenly her hard nipples pointed at what seemed to be a congregation of similar faced men all bearing the face of someone she thought she recognized. Could it be? The thought of something deeper then lust tried to raise it's presence in her mind only to be canceled with the groans of ten cock yielding assailants. The hard veiney cum tongues began to spray Sandra and the first prodigious load covered her vision and dripped down her face to rest on her lips. She opened up to have a taste and the thick jizz filled her mouth as other spurting cocks joined the shower. Sandra was fully covered in spunk; her body from her bruised breasts to her head was a wash with man juice. Her cunt was overflowing and her ass had taken copious amounts of jizz. Strangely the men began to wander off as if they lacked any of their previous fervor. Sandra herself was locked in her one thought of the whoreish deed and her contentment with it... Night Creepers Ch. 03 Sandra was so content with her foul deeds of lust that she felt upset in the retreat of her gang banger's because somehow this had been the only time she had been free to feel at all with her role as sage to Morris town. The men were retreating to a life of normalcy after a wild climax to their spell which was the offering of Sandra's cunt. Her nipples were still hard in the morning dew although time had past and her mind still ached intensely for cum and passion. Somehow the retreating men made the whole event seemed unreal and only when Sandra clutched at her used womanhood and felt the seeping ejaculate running down her inner thighs was she satisfied that it had been written into the scrolls of time. This action did little to break the spell of lust that had awakened in Sandra and as her fingers tantalized her swollen clit she again felt her mind narrow and her lust fiercely return; her swollen cunt cumming again and again through her manipulation of it. Sandra's pheromone releases were swamping the air and it was calling to the former creepers but its pull could not fight the desire for normalcy and regularity that they sought. There cocks were again hardening as they gained speed toward their separate wife's and houses but they did not look back for fear of possible consequences and there returning consciousness ; they having fucked as rapturous infidels . Sandra could not fight her urges and her taste of the cum juice which stained her mouth was acting to drive her to a fit. She began to speed up her pace of self stimulation to her clit and pussy hole; she inserted her shaky fingers into her vaj. She needed to end the feelings of emptiness that had no root or known cure but alas she could not help but to ride out her lust until the end. She was so out of control and was alternatively pinching her brown nipples which were weapon like in their protrusion while she filled her snatch and reviewed her servitude to ten huge cocked men. She pummeled her vaj in a last ditch attempt to draw back the creepers to fill her mound with there juice in bruising penetration. Her head thrown back in mirth she did not notice her mother's appearance in front of her as she had heard strange noises but when her mother gasped at her daughters state Sandra did not stop because the sound only made her more aroused in the taboo nature of her mother's discovery. IN Sandra's mind her brown haired and Hazel eyed parent was shocked at her cum covered daughter and amazed at the same time to see such damage, such utter abuse of beauty; yet no one else nearby could have committed such a deed. The transformed men were all far out of sight at this moment. Sandra was lost in her mind's chemical releases and cumming in spurts; the nightcreepers cum was mingling with the fresh orgasm and running in deluge. After all, this was not the same daughter who cared for humanity but instead a wanton lust hound bent on a fist fuck. Somehow the powerful deity of depravity liked what he saw enough to interact with this special mortal and began to interact with Sandra the spread slut sage. From his space in the heavens he spied the legs of this dearie spreading open her womanhood as her mother watched; three, no four fingers ravaging that used hole. Had Gorin ever seen such a stream coming out from between such beautifully toned legs? Sure he had seen the eight cocked deity Sourinack fucking the restrained faun Graft and many other strange things within his realm but only impossibly keyed up brain waves could induce the interaction from the deity of lust and this girl was no joke. For Sandra's mother the struggle was useless and she could only stair in shocked amazement at what started as a cream covered and surely victimized daughter to a feverous fisting which Sandra began delivering to her stretched and spurting cunt. Even if she wanted to say something or attempt to intercede she could not as a thunderclap cut her short, an intense wind throwing her to the grass blades. Suddenly, Sandra's lone vaginal manipulation and deep sate of lustful depravity had summoned a power that she had never known existed as a clumpy jizz load spurted from the sky an onto her belly; a recollection of her orgy come to surface and the beginnings of a cum storm. Meanwhile, Sin's mind was a blaze with imagery of the past. His blade would soon carry the casualty of a suicidal course. Sin would ram his blade into the depths of his used and defeated body; his mental mission. Sin new deep in his soul that something had gone wrong with his plan to end the sickness for all humanity. He mentally projected the pages of Sandra's diary which held the answers to the plague written between the lines of her own entries but out of her own sight. Something strange was happening and he felt in his deepest mind that it must be connected with the murderous deed he had committed. The thunder sounds were representative of his mental state of anger and cloudy creation as the strange drops began to fall from above. The globs of fluid looked and felt strange to the touch and Sin soon realized that his mission had in fact gone a rye. Suddenly Sin heard it. Yes," she was shouting, alive and still crying out orations. "Fuck! My! Cunt! "Sin thought about ramming the blade into his should be corpse but was sickened by the thought of dying in a flood of cum juice and in the idea that his open wound would be filling with hot and slimy jizz. The images of his cock bashing into the anal paths of the other night creepers was flashing over and over in time with the sounding cum droplets and Sin could only stare blankly at the landscape around him which was covered in procreate which collected in streams and flowed behind him to the point of his earlier execution. Sandra's mother had been swept up in the whirlwind of cum juice which was at the location where she stood; the epicenter of the deities victimization. She was utterly insane with the onset of the sticky storm which coincided and was thought by her to be a result of Sandra's fist fuck. Now her daughter had all but disappeared from sight as the air was thick with copious fluid which had landed in her eyes and mouth. One taste of the mystic man sperm had set her off and she was loose now and naked in the stuff on her back and feeling aroused for the first time in what seemed like ages. Her nipples were hard as gems and she recalled the image of her daughters fondling and self gratification which coaxed and further riled her up. She thought of the cum seeping into her vagina through her thick dark pubic trail and found that the thought turned her on. She let go and opened her mouth for the now furiously torrential downfall. Her mouth was instantly jammed full with thick opaque bubbling hot flood and her body was heating with the stuff. She moved her hand to her vagina feeling her stomach and thighs first and then used her index and middle fingers to spread her aged tight pussy lips in a gesture of welcome to the falling cum... Night Creepers Ch. 04 Nightcreepers IV Sin was frozen in his spot as the torrents from the leaking sperm sky fell all over the earth. He theorized about all the vaginas that must have collected the hot jizz when unsuspecting primitive naked females were caught outside in the cum bath. The rivers of cum continued to run but the sky still did not dry after what seemed hours. Sin himself sought escape from the storm but n his cum covered condition the only escape was of a mental sort as his thoughts left his control. He thought of the stone floors of the Keep and his attempt to masturbate many times throughout the day in order to attempt escape from the rectal penetrations which plagued him nearly everyday. He thought that his sexual drive could be cut short somehow so that he could escape the things he was made to do as a result of his illness and seclusion in the mountains. He was sitting and playing with his balls until they were tight and hard much like his prick. He stimulated himself this way and then furiously beat his cock off to the sight of his Sandra and their nighttime fuck fests. "OH blow it in my face." she had insisted in her desire to wear his seed as prize to her crowned whoredom. His answer was always given in groans as he shot off a prodigious load that centered on her face and made a path to her moving tongue; a movement over hot red lips in testimony to her enjoyment of a cum bath. "Hiding are we?" It was one of the Creepers; Sillis from the look of him; naked with a long sharply curved dick which leaked pre seminal fluid; the two hanging balls swung in the air on approach. Sin tried to force out his release but it was too late. Sillis approached and the words rang out his lost round. "I need it now."Sin tried to play dumb but it was no use and he could feel the chemical change in his own brain with the collective suffrage of both their plights. He had to learn to hide himself better but he seemed the only one of the lot who could muster enough will to beat off and their were ten wandering man sluts in this small keep. Sillis approached faster now, his pointed erection lurching toward Sin's face before it lowered as the man crouched over the pointed insistence of Sin's own gourd. With some guidance from his hand Sillis guided the monstrous head of Sin's cock into his puckered asshole and began riding it with abandonment, taking all eight inches into his ass as he motioned to his own dick visually indicating his desire to be masturbated. Sin followed his brain waves and the burning in his cock which he could not fight. His hard sword plowed into Sillis's stretched asshole as the man slammed home his ass; impaling all the meat into his deepest anal regions. Sin recalled shooting the familiar hot jizz and although in his mind he saw Sandra's face coated in creamy jizz the course of his spunk stream was deep inside the bowels of an infection case as the man's prick leaked and oozed ejaculate and then spurted a generous portion of sex juice all over. Sin could almost feel the last of the fluid spray out of his cock as the reality of his position underneath a final drip from the sky became evident. He could somehow think again and charged toward Sandra's mansion in his need to find out if he missed something in her priceless and sacred diary. He laughed for the first time in a while in that journals or diaries were suppose to be secret but here he was like a schoolboy stealing a peak. The only difference was that somehow the thoughts by his ex love produced coded runic inscriptions adjacent to the writing that Sandra had composed in a beautiful hand. Sin met the door to Sandra's with a cold air and upon entering he realized that no one was at home and thought for a minute that it was all a strange cum infested dream. That Maybe he should have gone along with the plan of suicide. A peak out the side window near the foyer shattered his thoughts in the cum pool that was beginning to dry in the sun. The diary was right where it always was and Sin actually felt a tinge of guilt in opening it as if this bitch wasn't responsible for all the pain he had gone through as well as being a cock sucking pig who's cum love probably started this whole mess. He turned to the last inscription but strangely the words were altered. There was no writing on his previous discoveries and for some reason Sandra's writings were all that were seen now and not the secret codes; the reverse of what he read in the past. The date was June twenty third and he began to read. I do not know what happened to give me back control of my mind from the state I was in with the gangbang that ensued after the men appeared. I cannot even remember what brought on the sticky storm but I am different now. I feel it inside me. I know the creepers left but all my demands for their cocks in my insanity and position as a slut for them was wasted next to what happened next. Drinking the juicy and lovely cum from the heavens took me over and it felt like my vaj was crying to be fucked by the biggest tool in all the world. My clit was on fire and my orgasms were so many that my mind was detached and my body was my mind. I gulped cum from the sky's fountain and when I was full I felt the invisible cocks. I do not know if they were really there because I was blinded with cream from the torrential loads but my ass welcomed one with help from the pool of goo under my ass and my vaj got its wish as my fist was replaced with the most mammoth beast dick I ever imagined existed. It fucked me raw in unison with the gourd in my tight ass as the globs of falling sticky cum covered my used body. I thought surely that the ejaculate from the prick in my warm body must surely have the best spurt in any world or heaven and a voice affirmed it. I started cumming so much that my legs went numb and then I regained feeling only to realize that I was submerged in dick sauce; a giant penis spurting inside my ass while another shot in my cunt. I am the biggest slut in the world but alas I have forgotten the rest... Sin stopped momentarily and thought of his love ravaged but alive. Was she still? The entry had been written as he traveled here but I if it was truly Sandra's word it was not the Sandra that he knew and loved. This was a cock depraved queen whore and she was obviously mad. Sure Sandra had done some slutty things when they made love but nothing like this. And the cum streams were all flowing toward her spot of butchery as if they were meant to flow eternally inside her wanton slit. Did she drowned in cum after fainting from her abuse; her diary entry a last testimony to an unknown legacy? Suddenly Sin felt a hand on his shoulder. He jumped off his feet and reached for his sword but upon turning he saw that a totally cum covered woman was in front of him, naked and holding outstretched hands. The hardened dick sauced was caked over her face so thick that her face really could not be made out and her nipples were also coated and hard; the rest of her figure also streaked in sperm; a glossy and shiny sight. "Zebislon," is that you? "Sandra?" "In a way it is me and in another way it is not." "Enough riddles, I have seen and heard enough to loose my rationality in an instant woman." "Well, I partook in the feast of cum as she did and hence my so called riddle. The woman met his arm with her slender finger and Sin gazed momentarily at the bush of dark hair atop her mound. Her breasts were large and she had a full figure. "Beware!" Sin took a step back but showed a bit too much tension in his voice. "Relax Zebislon, it is allover. The deity of lust has what he wants and the illness has been removed. "How can you be sure witch; besides, I still have the illness if you must know; my will is still weak and my blade substitutes for my will." "I will harden your cock blade and remove your sickness Zebeslon," the woman recanted in a very calm but distant voice. "First tell me how you know my name," his mind was already reacting to her pheromone release in conjuncture to his contamination. Soon he would be completely subservient to this witch and he had to either run now or accept that fate. But what other solution was their? The diary was blank and the world was madness. His hesitation proclaimed his fate and Sin dropped his weapon which clattered to the floor...