Kevin flak ! Prowling monster of the night strikes the hunters from the left and from the rightfulness, killing all that try to vampire slay him. They try to vampire slay him, they shoot crossbows and shake off holy place blessed pee urns, but Kevin know better and he block with cape and elude what he can not block. Kevin gaze ! He vampire stare his prey with his vampire oculus that make them not themselves and vote out each other. One shoot former huntsman in the typeface. He dies. One shoot one in foot making him throw lantern that explodes and catches him on fervor to burn. He dies. One shove his own holy blessed piddle urn in his mouthpiece until it's too a good deal. He dies. Kevin the vampire laughs at his massacre and keeps killing other huntsman and soon there are to a lesser extent hunters. The girl he hunts is running away still. She screams and ladder for her spirit. Kevin keeps going after the girl with the pale hide, slender neck, and nice boobies. hunting watch try to break off him but he kills them the same as all the other hunters he kills. They die. Soon he finds the miss and she is cornered. She has nowhere to go. There is no escape for the female child who is now trapped. She is scared because she is afraid. Her large and nice boob are heaving and covered in sweat. That makes them shiny. She pees herself as Kevin gets closer and tries to moderate him back but it does cipher. He rips away her wearable and she is au naturel. She has very dainty boobies and a nice virgin vagina with just the right hand amount of fur. Kevin smiles and gets a horny boo-boo. It tents his pants and sticks straight out towards the girl.

He fuck her.

On a hill high up on the top of the gamy hill out of all the Benny Hill in the vale there was a very big, old, straitlaced style house. It was very large and looked like something out of an old movie like when they just show you a painting and hit it count like it's not a painting. Actually it was more like a castling, but it was still like a painting that is not like a painting. lamia at-bat were everywhere and they were flying all around the castle in drove and cypher would go near it because it was scary. Kevin lived in this castle. Kevin and now his perfect tense boobied bride that he had fucked and gotten meaning and now there were many, many perfect boobied daughter who were now of legal age and very aphrodisiac but also never wore any clothes and were the bats. They were very sexy ladies and none of them were hombre except that one but he looks a lot like a lady anyway because sometimes vampire guy are like ladies.

Their names were Elizabeth, Erzsebet, Beelzebae, Dmitria, Catherine the Great, Katherine, Vampira, Batty, Camilla, Carmilla, Daphne, Velma, Victoria, Victoriana, Futana, Snutana, storm, Temptress, Sexina, Fuckina, Boobara, titanium oxide, Abby, Erin, Patty, Jillian, Melissa, Kristen, Leslie, Kate, Jennifear, Aphrotitti, Slutvira, doorhandle, Doorbelle, the Great Big Bitch Virginia, Van Hella, Maria, Argentina, orange red, Skarlet, Lilith, Rose, ginger, Ray, Leiyah, Succubusty, Boo, house of cards, scratch, spiciness, Kevina, Sophie, Cho, Lola, Lorelei, bound, Summer, Autumn, Winter, Aurora, Borealia, Lucy, Aramia, D'Artagnia, Athosia, Portha, temperateness, dawn, crepuscle, Moonbeam, Luna, Elle, Vira, ambrosia, Marceline, Erica, Erika, Eureka, Jezebel, Lady, Jun, Contessa, Countessa, Irina, Bessie, Monique, Monica, Monika, Belia, Satanna, Luciphilis, Abaddona, Agamama, Karen, the ever sensual lady's man dame man Juan, and piddling Sindy Lou who was still a baby. There were also Expendabelle and Forgettabelle.

Kevin had grown into old age. He sat upon his potty with a large, grey beard and wearing the most intricately crafted attire crafted of leather made from human soma except it was still black so you would never live. In his old age he had not grown weak or feeble but potent than he had ever been, his heftiness bulging from many years of fucking the many big boobied lady of his castle so hard they would feature died if they were not immortal. Except he had grown weak and feeble now, not because of his age but because of sickness. An obscure curse afflicted the darkness nobleman Kevin preventing him from flying and since the castle was completely inaccessible without trajectory he was ineffectual to flow and has become weak and lame. Beside him sits the impossibly fleshly, hypnotically aphrodisiacal female parent of all the lamia children within the palace and bride of Kevin, Gabrielle. Gabrielle had liquid whiten skin and long, cascading jetblack hair that ran down her book binding and parted over her shoulder to run down and draw up her exquisite, massive boobies that had never stopped making milk. Her backtalk were black and her eyes a brilliant green, her body dressed in an intricate, nearly painted on black and purple wearing apparel. Once More Gabrielle was pregnant, her freshly viewing belly only slightly apparently as her focalise claw-like nails delicately stroked the roundness.

Gabrielle's perfect lips, both good for sucking neck and sucking penises, parted as she heavy breathed gentle moans, her leg spread all-embracing for her daughter Luna to kneel as she ravenously ate her mother's pussy, sucking the mouth and sliding her spit inside before driving it in like a corkscrew and softly nipping with her fangs. Luna was a beautiful girlfriend with large, pale knocker and a plump buns. Her skin was as livid and pale as her mother. She loved licking her mother's pussy more than any of her sisters, it just tasted meliorate and she loved the sounds her mother made. Luna had egg white hair like the moon that ended at her shoulders and dispirited middle like the Night sky. Sunshine was to her mother's position, bent down to embrace her and suck on her large, perfect boob and drink heavily of her milk, so much so that it poured through her lips and down her chin, dripping on her own cleavage. Sunshine had sunkissed tan hide and cute freckle on her rosy cheeks and her perky titty, with fiery red pilus and brilliant, bright yellow eyes. nobody loved Gabrielle's titty milk more than Sunshine, and it was scarce when she would not be deeply sucking upon one of her mother's scrumptious, moody nipples to express the orgasmic fluid.

Kevin sat in his throne tired, with a tired and drawn look on his expression as he watched his bride get spit punched by his daughter in her queef hole. He was tired, too tired to do anything. Too well-worn to even get a stiffy. His phallus was raging hard but he could do nothing with it because he could not suffer. He wanted to give sex with his daughter Sunshine while she fed from her mother, it was one of his favorite sex matter that would get him turned on and he missed her plump, swollen mound and her glistening, sopping wet pink pussycat that he use to fuck regularly. As she leaned down to feed from her mother she would shake her ass at Kevin, ensuring her prominent pile and moist slit pushed through her gown directly at her father to tease and tempt him, knowing he could do aught in his weak and feeble country. Summoning all his strength to bear, Kevin rose to his feet, causing his xv inch penis to founder in its tempered body politic and drip Forgettabelle's fluids to the flat coat. He had forgotten she was currently bouncing on him and taking his humanness to her lungs and now she laid on the floor discarded. He sniffed the air, his primal desires taking control and too much for him to cover, the intense yearning and his extremely raging hard penis far worse than struggling through his unaccented and weak state. As he stepped down on Forgettabelle her bones cracked from his powerful exercising weight, her ribs partially collapsing and puncturing her lungs, causing her to spew stock Forth and cry out in excruciation, her prick of recondite suffering and sorrow. Continuining onward he growled, approaching sunshine and tearing away her gown to discover her plump, swollen mound and her glistening, sopping wet ping pussy. Grabbing his daughter by the hips he lifted her entire lower body and plunged his swollen manhood furiously within her down to the base. Sunshine bit her mother's teat so heavily it bled into the milk, causing her to moan as Sunshine also moaned deeply from her male parent's throbbing turncock tearing and puncturing her insides.

Repeatedly Kevin thrust into his daughter, fucking her raw and bloody without holding anything back. sun sucked hungrily upon her mother's infinite supply of Milk, the milk pleasuring her and satisfying her thirstiness while also giving her the strong point to brave out her father. Every ten or so knife thrust, maybe eleven or twelve or so, she would grow sapless and almost collapse, her dead body giving out and nearly dying from the vivid ravaging, but then the Milk River would restore her and she would find a new Spark of sprightliness to continue. Sunshine died five hundred and eighty six metre during her session of being fucked by her father the way a blue whale would fuck a bug, and each prison term she came back for more. Finally as Kevin drew to a finish he finished, shooting gallon of deep germ into his daughter so heavily it gushed out so hard it ruptured her interior and split her vagina unfastened, blood line rushing out and mixing with the spunk into a pinko swirl that variety of looked like icing. Sunshine finally collapsed, succumbing to her outrageous mutilation before regenerating and returning to life.

A dash swooshed through the air in the direction of the shadow lord Kevin, its razor tip aimed directly for his heart as it moved silently through the air in a loud whooshing sound too smooth for even a vampire to hear. Just then Expendabelle flew down before her Father, transforming into her vampire form to verbalize with him about something just in fourth dimension for the bolt to take her instead, directly through the eye. Expendabelle screamed in twist agony, her centre so encompassing they cried blood and her rima oris agape so far the quoin of her lips split and her jaw snap. vivid upsurge of pain coursed through her delicate number from the thunderbolt, the pulsing thunderbolt directly piercing her heart agony as her heart tried to pump around it, only to continually tear itself apart. inch by column inch Expendabelle's flesh began to rot and shred, falling to the soil in heaps of bloodshed and decomposition. Her eyes cried blood and rent and gall until the very eyeballs themselves melted into blood and seepage, melting the flesh beneath like boiling acid that dripped onto her body and reduced it all to sludge in a heap on the floor. The heap exploded into boiling acid that slathered Forgettabelle and burned her horrifically, making her scream and cry in agony as she was still suffering from her only partially regenerated broken bones and torn lung.

Standing where the bolt started was a beautiful, picket missy with long, blonde pilus wearing a cloak that covered most of her body but allowed her perky breasts to be exposed within her corset-like top. She held a crossbow that had fired the bolt. She smirked her beautiful tap lips as she saw her sister die and the other sister excruciation, and she went to stretch a new bolt ; this time meant for her father. Just then two squash racket flew out of nowhere and transformed, Doorknob and Doorbelle taking their vampire mannequin to strike out at Van Hella with mighty, powerful shock. Doorknob and Doorbelle were twins who were exceptionally strapping for charwoman and towered over even their Father-God. Even though they were muscular and powerful they were still pretty, their bulky figures still maintaining a sense of femininity. They struck out at Van Hella with nifty hysteria, but she was too swift for them and transformed into a bat, only to transform back just beyond them and motor a bolt through each of their munition, causing intense burning and pain to shoot through them but not enough to stamp out. They were both heavily wounded, but that did not stop them. But as the three continued to battle the two hulking sisters grew ever slower and weaker, each bolt of lightning and strike from Van Hella taking their toll ever slap-up than the one before it and compounding on the previous wounds. Soon Doorbelle and doorknob were left helpless in an fast heap on the priming, barely breathing and completely unequal to of fighting any yearner. Van Hella was not so lots as injure, and seemed to have plenty of stamina left as she dashed straight for her Fatherhood, who had now collapsed from his late fucking and was incapable of moving at all. Gabrielle and her daughters were too busy blissfully fucking and sucking one another to notice what was happening. That's when the next bat flew down.

With a mighty eruption of rage and shattering stone base Titania emerged from bat manikin, the level beneath her in ruin as her monolithic framing towered over Van Hella. Titania was not like her young man brawny sisters. titanium dioxide was stronger, she had even big military posture and towered higher, yet you would not know her to be substantial just by looking at her. Her mass was Sir Thomas More womanly, less hulking and more delicate in visual aspect, and her face was absolutely gorgeous, almost complimented by its ever so subtle firm lineament. Though her muscle was visible it was less obvious and did not tower as much as her babe & # 039 ;, but it was instead squeeze. It was like a natator or some kind of comic Good Book super heroine that does not look like a hulking monster but instead sexy and feminine but still stiff. Titania was incredibly tall and powerful, her stature tall and proud, extremely rigid and cook for anything. She was so knock-down it seemed as if the air had exploded around her when she transformed. Van Hella seemed uncertain but remained confident opposed to her new opposition, but as she attempted to attack she was met with a swift, horrifyingly dissipated backhand stroke from Titania, her colossal hand wide enough to collide with Van Hella's look, shoulder, and torso in a single blow and shatter many bones. Van Hella went flying so fast the naked eye would miss it, her limp consistence directly colliding with the wall so hard the Harlan F. Stone shattered and embedded her within it. Before she could recover and make sentience of what had happened Van Hella felt her ankle joint being filled with burning insistence as titanium oxide grabbed it, yanking her from the bulwark and slamming her full force against the flat coat, her grimace smashing and exploding into blood and gore.

Van Hella could not move, her every face engulfed in a outrageous pit of agony, her face completely destroyed and struggling to regenerate. titanium dioxide stood over her with a stoic regard, and the number one signaling of so a lot as a twitch and the titan of a woman drove her heel directly into the beaten vampire girl's pricker, completely severing it and shattering various organs in the process, blood and innards spewing out of either incline of her ruptured body. Van Hella could not cry. Not because she was too strong or too stubborn, but her tear canal had become shattered and dusted. She would make cried if she could. She would stimulate screamed if she had a jaw. She would take in cried and screamed when titanium oxide plunged her finger's breadth into Van Hella's back, wedging themselves between her ribs to loop around her spine and purloin her upward, squeezing until the spine cracked and dissolved like backbone. titanic oxide told her she was lucky. The only senses she had left were her earreach and her mother wit of pain in the neck. titanium oxide told her she was lucky that nobody had gotten hurt, or else she would kill her. Van Hella was thrown deep into the dungeons of the castle to be forgotten, but over the next several yr as Van Hella's body slowly pulled itself back together her nuisance would grow into ire and hatred, and she knew she would one day escape and kill her family line for the fiend they were.

In the throne room Titania lifted her washy father from the footing and placed him back in his hot seat, her hulking weight crushing down on Forgettabelle's skull and obliterating it so absolutely it merged with the crushed stone beneath. As soon as Van Hella had been throne into the dungeon and her conjuring trick had been taken away the curse had left the nighttime Divine. Titania ensured her Fatherhood was alright, and encouraged him to drink of his married woman's milk. For many days Kevin would wet-nurse from his wife's engorged boob, drinking down the milk he was once too proud to feed from. After many days of boob sucking he felt himself return to full moon persuasiveness, and he was so enthrall that he embraced his powerful daughter, pulling her close to buss her passionately.

Kevin and Titania viciously and passionately made love for a solid twelvemonth straight, their powerful, near god-like bodies ramming into each former and ravaging one another so powerfully and mightily it broke every surface and piece of furniture they came near. Titania fucked her beginner so hard and so vigorously it shook the intact castle, and Kevin fucked his girl so savagely that if she had been anyone else she would take in died beyond a vampire's re-formation brink. For an entire year, nourished only by Gabrielle joining in and boob feeding the both of them once every few workweek, Kevin and Titania fucked each early with so lots raw power and hostility that just standing near them would kill a person. Not a single room, by the end of that year, was left unshattered or blank of bloodline and other bodily fluids, and not even the many retainer could hold back up with the absolute slaughter. On numerous occasion the two of them even made their way into Van Hella's electric cell only to make love each former directly ontop of the Gore that she was, making sure each powerful thrust and Syrian pound of their bodies broke and shattered anything that had begun to heal.

But Van Hella had stolen the key ?