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Number Ten in the terrifying ORLOK series A horrid figure is standing on your doorstep, My mouth spouting freely dread plumes of rancid breath; Such a noisome stench billows from my rotten maw As my hate-filled eyes stare at you in the twilight. You know from my dread expression that I have come, Come to claim you and to drain your sad poor body Of all its warm juices from every orifice; And you can guess just what I intend before you die. Your soul will scream in terror at what next awaits: Watch with clammy fear as I removes my cloak Revealing my scaly nakedness before your eyes Including the largest **** in eternity. The bleak evening's feeble rays reflect o'er my face, As I tear off my Y-Fronts and sodomise you, With immensely fast and powerful buttock thrusts, Before you even have a chance to empty your bowels. And after I have finished with your rear passage, I shall sink my yellow fangs into your trembling neck, ******* hard enough to empty veins and colon; O plunge gravewards, ****** in every sense of the word.
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC
The Vanquisher from Hell (by ORLOK)
Number Ten in the terrifying ORLOK series A horrid figure is standing on your doorstep, My mouth spouting freely dread plumes of rancid breath; Such a noisome stench billows from my rotten maw As my hate-filled eyes stare at you in the twilight. You know from my dread expression that I have come, Come to claim you and to drain your sad poor body Of all its warm juices from every orifice; And you can guess just what I intend before you die. Your soul will scream in terror at what next awaits: Watch with clammy fear as I removes my cloak Revealing my scaly nakedness before your eyes Including the largest **** in eternity. The bleak evening's feeble rays reflect o'er my face, As I tear off my Y-Fronts and sodomise you, With immensely fast and powerful buttock thrusts, Before you even have a chance to empty your bowels. And after I have finished with your rear passage, I shall sink my yellow fangs into your trembling neck, ******* hard enough to empty veins and colon; O plunge gravewards, ****** in every sense of the word.
edna-sweetlove
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC
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