Tell Astrid that when I’m inside you, you are no longer ‘Mistress.’ You are ‘whore.’” “Astrid!” I screamed, “When Sister Julia is inside me, I’m not your mistress; I’m your whore!” Through blurred eyes I saw her walk over to me, her gait apprehensive at first, but then turning to a confident strut as she neared me, white wings spreading behind a tattooed beauty; the monster I had made. She knelt before me, studying me with curious eyes, running a hand along my shaft as it oozed the last of my cum from its tip. She took a drop on her finger, brought it to her mouth, and sucked it, her luscious lips pursing and creasing in a smile. “Well, whore,” she grinned, “I have needs that require attending.” She turned around, spread, and pushed her prolapse against my gaping lips. I wrapped them around her, and I sucked it, tasting the sweet tang of her, droning my hedonistic hunger as I rotated my mouth and pushed my tongue inside. Her glutes enveloped my face, her hands rested on my shoulders, and she moaned as I moaned, as I was trapped in the splendor of my humiliation, still grinding atop the woman defiling me, her hands gripping my breasts, her lips whispering loving hatred into my ear. “I came here to kill you, Night Eyes, and that is what I am going to do.” Sister Julia’s words poured from her as I mindlessly sucked Astrid’s insides, “You are the chain that holds my sister to Corruption, and I am going to break you. That’s what you are to me, Willowbud; my sister. Different of blood but kindred of spirit, and you will only find love from me. But you, Night Eyes; you will only find death from me. When you are but embers in an ash pile, and the meld has snapped, there will no ‘you;’ only Corruption, without her shield. Can you public hear me, most ancient one? The Destroyer has you cornered.” Sister Julia thrusted with more fervency now, moving in and out, in and out; exiting and entering me, letting my shithole close, and then forcing me open, desecrating my depths, and repeating. Her breath was getting hot on my neck now, her heart fluttering against her breasts as they flattened to my back, her stomach twitching against the base of spine, layers of muscle away from where she was piercing me. “Do you want to see a magic trick, Your Holiness?” I heard Lucilla’s mocking voice. She made my cock disappear down her throat, and through gurgled tones I heard her say, “Ta-dah!” but I was too enamored with my captivity to care. I sucked Astrid and thrusted into Lucilla, my cock leaking once again, compelled to flow by the unyielding abuse of my anal organ, convulsing, spasming, reflecting the nature of my ruined rectum as every nerve began to electrify, burning their signals into my filthy depths. I screamed against Astrid’s turned-out shithole, and the sound sung through her depths and from her mouth, carried by her asian own voice as she began to heave with her own ascension. I sunk my hands into the supple fat of her ass and spread wider, pushing my face deeper, my nostrils filled with the scent of her, my mouth sucking stupidly as my mind went blank. The feeling built, wound tighter, drove relentlessly to the greatest heights, and burst. I molded against Sister Julia, every part of me contouring to her form as ecstasy ravaged me, made a slave of my body, of my mind. She cried out as she filled me, her seed pouring its molten delight into my twitching channel, seeping warmth into my bowels. Astrid spurted her pleasure from her womanhood, leaking it down my chin as her convulsing rectum sucked back into her. Lucilla greedily slurped the few japan droplets I had left to japanese give her, feeding from my member even as it deflated in exhaustion. Faintly, I could hear bisexual Tera and Brandon vocalizing their ascension in a chorus of escalating cries, but my mind was focused on only one person now. Astrid lifted from my face, looking over her shoulder with terror in her eyes, realizing what she’d just done, but I barely registered that she was there. She hurriedly took Lucilla by the hand and pulled her away, hoping to escape before my wrath sought her out. There was no wrath in me, however. Only breath. One breath, then another, the gasps echoing in my mind, my ears seemingly closed from the world. "I know, I love you," I repeated, "take me, I want it," I moaned passionately. Yours?” So I nudged my wingless faerie-wife with my elbow. Mike studied me for a minute, then said, “Get japanese us both a drink and fetch them outside to the patio, I’ll see you there,” I quickly moved a hand down to her crotch and rubbed her clit furiously. “Did you ever notice how hard her nipples get in those old tee-shirts she wears all the time?” With a tilt of her head and it had felt like her heart had dropped deep into her stomach. I think you can tell already I won’t hide anything from you. I wanted him to tease me and fuck public me until I couldn't stand anymore. "Mmmm," I moaned after a few seconds of tongue dancing. Everything in her was enthralling to me. I push you back toward the bed, and begin moving in and out. Hands brushing her shoulders, squeezing her wrist, resting on her thigh. She bucked and squirmed under the barrage of blows; her long legs kicked out wildly and she pounded her fists on the table top. “No not really, I like guys but japan me and my best friend are very close so it wasn't a big deal”. Diane and Marcus looked completely lost. I looked around for a note or something but saw nothing. "Yes!" Jill Daniels tale... I walk her through asian the house to the TV room where Dakota is playing with her phone. “It’s ok, big boy,” she reassured me as she stepped up behind me and bisexual put her hands on my shoulders and looking down at my erection hidden under my boxers.