A knockout so beautiful had rarely been witnessed by eyes, such a knockout as beautiful as the lunation. His flowing, shiny black hair flowed in the midnight wind as he drifted delicately through the air, his perfect sass glistening in the moonlight's light as he smirked confidently as he descended upon his fair game silently, so silently that he could not be heard in the tip. With a Jonathan Swift swipe of his sword directly up the spine, the gentlewoman's man lady man Juan split the homo noble up the spikelet and split his spikelet in half, causing him to collapse in a heap. Juan swiped his blade so that the blood did that assuredness splattery thing and cleaned itself on the grass, and using his powerful vampire magic Juan summoned the blood from his prey into several viles across his bang which then sealed themselves by closing. Sheathing his sheening, silver sword the beautiful Juan sheathed his sword at his incline, pushing the noble's slumped corpse further to the ground with his fancy kick. Not a soul had heard the onslaught, the attack so dumb and swift that nobody had heard it left him completely undetected by all at the egg. Juan flicked his articulatio radiocarpea, engulfing the corpse in vampiric flames that completely incinerated the remains before completely vanishing. Juan vanished into the darkness, just as silently and undetected as his silent flack from before, and again he began to stalk further prey.

For the past times various years it had become a bit of an epidemic around the land. Nobles would disappear without a trace, as if some silent and unseeable military force would spirit up them away in the night so silently nobody could see a thing. There were never More than three or four to evaporate in a single night, and it would only go on at unpredectible times that nobody could betoken. The nobles became worried and so they made all of their issue into declamatory spectacles full of people, so much so that surely it would be insane for anyone or anything to try to take one of them, and even i something did surely it would be seen, but these case inevitably always led to the inevitable disappearance of even to a greater extent nobles. Every event upwards of ten would disappear into the Nox, spirited away by some variety of silent military unit nobody saw. cypher ever grew the wiser, and the one changeless witness to all of it was that silent shadow with beautiful blanch brown skin ; his yellow eyes always witness to the abductions, as it was he, Juan the gentlewoman loving lady's man lady man, who would convey them. He would cut them down silently, steal their blood, and burn the organic structure until zip remained. He had done this for years, and it had become something of an epidemic to the nobles.

The nobles became stock of such things, and naturally like any humans in large groups eventually they radical judgmental and jumped to ratiocination. In droves they assigned their peasants to take up torches and pitchforks and march upon that old victorian house on the J. J. Hill, that dark and scary office none of them ever went near because it was surely far too dark and scary to be somewhere they would need to go near. The boor marched in drove chisel, torch and pitchfork the ready, and soon they befell the old Victorian house. The physician knew not what to do, his house was surrounded in torch, pitchforks, and screaming peasants demanding the return of the people that actually mattered and were not at all expendable. The Doctor was in a panic, he stood upon his balcony in a panic wondering what to do and why they had revolted against him. What did they imply ? Who had disappeared ? What had he done ? He had been a trusted and loving Dr. to many of them for their stallion lives, he had birthed many of them himself and even done much of the body of work for release. He always helped those in indigence and those excruciation, he always made sure they were sound and happy, even donating a lot of his family fate to those less golden than himself that truly needed it. When they were frigid or homeless person he would let them inside his house. Many of those revolting against him right now had just the night before slept in the star sign because they had nowhere else to go. He had fed their hungry and literally given them the clothing off his binding. So this horrified, shaking, naked old man cowered on his balcony as those who were already in his house burned the clothing he had given them to build flashlight, and soon his theatre was engulfed in a raging conflagration that consumed him and took the lives of many, many boor. By the end, there was barely a foundation left amongst the ash and ruin, and many of the peasants spit, pee-pee, and take a crap upon the stiff while cursing his memory for burning so many of them alive.

As the Goth departed the ruin, Juan who had been watching the altogether clock time and was totally cool with a secondary human being taking the fall, descended upon the wreckage. Using his vampire deception he summoned and manipulated the various ash left behind by the bushed humans, as well as the ashes of the old doctor himself, and from their remains were forged a new, singular human-like entity. It looked much like the old doctor, but constructed of the greatest ingredient of each of the burned peasants, creating a perfect specimen of a man. The newly reborn doctor wondered what happened, distraught by the memories of the attack. Juan assured him matter would be okay and filled him in on the item, and once the horror faded he asked why a vampire had done this for him. Juan told him that he had been the one taking the nobles, he was the one that the physician had died for, and that as thanks he gave him new life from the greatest face of his attacker, turning him into something far majuscule than any of them and great than he had ever been before. He had given him the mogul to do bang-up affair. His name was hotdog, and he thanked Juan for the gift. As Doctor Frank felt the cinder of the fallen peasant someone fill his own, fervidness erupted from his body and burst from his optic. Rage filled him for his own sort, the cowards and dissimulator he had done so much for who had burned him alive, and massive flaming wings of a demon, resembling those of a great bird, spread from his back.

Just as he began to engage flight, Juan placed a hand on the doctor's perfect phase. Their center met as Juan's looker entranced the doctor, and in moments the two found one another behind a tree. Juan bent over against a rock as hot dog gripped his womanly coxa and brutally plowed his madness deep inside Juan's pretty, plump as. Juan moaned out as his new innovation fucked him, biting his sensual back talk and gasping from the immense pleasure against his prostate gland. The vivid heat of wienerwurst's body would have killed a mortal, but for Juan all it did was heat his mania and private road him wild, causing him to slam his hip joint back against Frank vigorously. Frank gripped Juan's hair and pulled him back directly against his chest, exploring his stomach with his burning script steadily downward as he pumped into the beautiful, brown man's tight ass. Suddenly frank gasped and began to rend back, his heart all-encompassing in horror as he found his hand resting upon Juan's dangling member. He was in terror, remarking about how he swore Juan was a womanhood and he would never touch a man in such a way.

Juan tried to tranquillize him and tell him it was okay but hotdog had no idea how to treat what he had just experienced. He had not even finished yet and the built up lust was driving him insane. Juan was desperate, and biting his lip sensually, gazing upon the medico with a rich lust of intense lustful yearning asked if it would be okay if he could be a woman for him. Frank was bewildered and asked what he meant, only to witness in horror as Juan drew his sword and plunged the end of the blade into his pelvis. Blood gushed and poured as Juan mutilated himself, his shredded and dismembered member falling in a heap to the grass below, blood dripping in current from the yaw fix above. Juan showed no mansion of uncomfortableness, and leaning back against the rock with his legs spread, exposing the horrific mutilation, Frank's mind reeled as it was once again overtaken by primal luxuria. The doctor lunged forward, his diabolic variety in wide-cut carnal drive, and his burning, monolithic penis penetrated mystifying inside the newly carved caries. Juan moaned heavily as he began to get fucked like a adult female, and the two of them lost one another in the carnal passion clear until dawn when Juan had no choice but to leave.

As Juan flew to his home, his injury growing shut, he could feel the demonic, burning cum within him beginning to take form. Juan would indeed be the mother and father of this newly emerging abhorrence within, this burning lunacy of vampire, man, and demon. Just the cerebration of being filled with such a outrageous abomination filled him with uncontrollable lust and combustion madness. Flying as high as he could he transformed, his vampire form taking configuration as he began to hurdle rapidly towards the ground. His hands sensually explored his naked, brown eubstance and touched longingly, and just from the intense thoughts and frail signature alone overtook him with blissful coming. The sun began to rise over the horizon, its rays burning into his vampiric flesh and filling him with incredible, orgasmic agonized pain sensation, but just as it felt as though he would be lost to the sun's brilliance something felt unlike. The warm from within began to rapidly regenerate his flesh from the burns, and soon the combustion sensations no longer caused harm but merely suffering. Something had changed within this sultry vampire's very being, and the sun was no recollective a threat to him. Just as he was about to affect the ground he took trajectory once more, and after respective repetitions of his orgasmic freefalls he made his way back home base into the rook, fully regenerated from his anterior self mutilation.

Titania grunted as her abdomen grumbled and ached, her insides burning at the stake and feeling as though they were being torn apart. Something was inside her and it was growing rapidly. titanium oxide could sense the speedy growth tearing through her pipe organ and desperately trying to charge its way out of her, until it finally did. jutting forth, the newly formed mutation arm of the Great Big Bitch Virginia erupted from Titania's stomach and tried to tear the lesion open further. Titania groaned in pain, her eyes rolling back as her teeth clenched. Taking firm hold of the arm bursting from her gut titanic oxide pulled with all of her might, ripping it free and tossing it onto the footing, stomping it down to pulp. Bit by bit the Great Big Bitch began to reform More and more, bursting new holes from titania's powerful body only to be torn away and get down once more. With each new lesion Titania grew slower and weaker, and as she tore the last of her sis out of her torso she collapsed to one knee in a heavy panting. Faster than ever before the Great Big bitch Virginia reconstituted herself, standing above her weakened sister entirely unharmed.

Laughing maniacally she lunged Forth, her powerful hand crashing down with crushing force, but even this was not enough to defeat titanium oxide. Using all of her remaining strength Titania grasped the crushing script and tore it in half, taking the entire arm with it. Raising to her substructure she spun to build momentum and slammed the severed, monolithic arm against her sister's towering frame with such craze it ripped her in two. It felt futile, as no matter what Titania did the Great Big Bitch VA would simply begin to get out herself together again, and as the two battled for hours, the rook crumbling around them, titania only grew weaker until finally it seemed hopeless. And just as the Great Big bitch seemed to be fix to turn vestal onslaught, her mighty arms raised mellow to prepare for a suppression, obliterating blast, she could feel every mineral vein of her torso on flak. The Great Big cunt Virginia screamed in horrific agony and began to claw at her own flesh, tearing away anything she could in a hopeless endeavor to block off the insaneness within. As she cried out for mercy her stallion body was engulfed in raging fire from within, and off in the length stood Juan, his heart and stomach glowing like firing. The Great Big squawk Old Dominion was reduced to ash, which were then reduced to nothingness, and titanium dioxide sighed heavily with relief.

Titania panted as she composed herself, and raising to her understructure she remarked how there had been too many betrayer amongst them lately. They needed to put an end to it and take on all treason the same way. Heading down deep into the dungeons, Juan and Titania approached Van Hella's cadre only to find it a bloody good deal and standing surface, but with no Van Hella to be seen anywhere. Shocked, the two of them searched the dungeon cell only to find out it slammed shut behind them, and as they turned to see who their trapper was they were met with shock. Standing there on the other side of the barroom was their Father, the dark lord Kevin, with an insane gaze in his eyes and a twisted, troubled grin. Beside him stood Van Hella, smiling with pure atonement as her plans found themselves fulfilled. Their father mocked and told of unusual abstract thought that did not quite make any actual sense to either of them, and forced them to wonder if it even made sense to him. Clearly something was wrong, and they needed to do something. Juan turned to his Sister, gazing up at her with his heart glowing like fire. He told his sister of his late pregnancy and what it had gifted him, but that it would be best if a honest woman birthed the child. Embracing one another, Titania and Juan kissed passionately and tore away their clothing, immediately slamming their hip together.

Titania lifted her beautiful brother against her and pressed his back to the wall, wrapping her leg over his hip to lunge against him and push his fire up cock inside her. The two of them moaned as they began to do it wildly, Juan's penis growing hotter and throbbing gruelling as Titania drove her pelvis so hard against him it cracked the wall. Clawing Titania's back so much it tore flesh away and poured falls of blood line, Juan gasped as his babe fucked him like an beast, and soon his burning orgasm erupted inside his babe's ravenous snatch. Titania could feel her womb being filled with magnificent flame and her body filling with intense heat energy, rejuvenating her muscleman and healing her wounds, making her feel stronger and mightier than ever. Juan was no longer meaning, yet his burning force and warmth remained, and in a great fierceness the newly impregnated titania exploded through the bars, bypassing her father before he could react, and slamming Van Hella through the bulwark so hard her mote merged with the stone. Every last ghost of Van Hella burned away out of beingness, and their father's enchantment was gone. Unsure entirely what had happened or how it had happened, Kevin shook off the lingering sensations of the trance and apologized to his nestling. Calling them close he hugged them and the three headed up to the throne room.

titania pulled her father in close, kissing him passionately as Kevin forced Juan onto his back on the throne and slammed his shaft deep inside his tight, womanly ass. Juan moaned deeply as his sire fucked his blind drunk ass and squeezed his sloshed ass around his father's throbbing cock. Titania shifted over the throne and pressed her sopping slit against Juan's aspect and he vigorously consumed her nectar while he took his Father-God's cock. The three of them fucked and sucked one another for day, and soon several of the other sisters joined them, forming a monolithic drunken revelry that even pulled the tabby in until every one of Kevin's family was fucking, sucking, licking, and touching each other for week on end. The storey of the throne room was so overswarmed by horny fuckers it collapsed, falling into the dungeons. A debile, helpless, but mostly reformed Forgettabelle fell directly onto her cervix, snapping it in way that sent uncontrollable pain throughout her all body, and the relief of the debauch quickly collapsed safely upon her, immediatley continuing to go at one another until there was so very much blood line, stew, piss, tinder, pussy succus, and some other unidentifiable fluids that the dungeon began to flood.

outside in the night rested a smoldering ruin of what once was nobility and peasantry alike, the corpse of Doctor Frank's inferno of vengeance. High in the sky drifted the winged, demonic phoenix himself, gazing down upon his anger and smiking satisfied at what he had done. He quietly thanked Juan, before streaking through the sky like a meteor towards his next victim.