“ Nothing,” my sister snapped. “I’m going upstairs.” “Paige, honey,” my mom called after her, but Paige only replied with “Leave me al...ne!” as she stomped up to her room and slammed the door. I heard my mom sigh. I wanted to kill my sister. Our dad had been a real piece of shit; he’d knocked my mom up with me when they were in high school, married her, then proceeded to blame her getting pregnant for the fact that he was a deadbeat loser who held a bottle more often than he’d held a job. He. My wife, whom I love, has all but lost total interest in sex. So I began looking on-line for fun. I found such sights as this and several others with live cams and began watching women naked, playing and even masturbating. That was awesome. Before that, I'd never seen a woman play with herself much less cum; not even my wife, believe it or not. And video or live, it was a real thrill. Not like watching paid porn models fake it. This was real women.Every so often I'd notice guys showing too.. When she reported this information to the Spiritwalker, to her relief he insisted she do the same. Even though she had taken part in years past without exception, for some reason she had worried he might forbid her from going this time around. She felt strangely ambivalent. On the one hand she looked forward to a respite from his ferocious hunger and was not disappointed that he would not be accompanying them. Since their first night together he never allowed her body to fully recover, more to. Well, he didn’t feel like a victim, but the rest made sense. If so, then her behavior wasn’t for pleasure at all, or at least not just for pleasure. It was, quite literally, a food source for her kind. That would certainly explain her obsession with consuming his sexual fluids.Was that what drove her to find me again after our first encounter? If so, why me in particular? If this truly was Hell, then there should be no shortage of damned souls wandering about to feed on.Logan filed that one.