JUSTINA Lucilla, Diamond and Julia looked dead. They were in bed beside each other, their complexions almost as pale as the sheets pulled around them. asian Outside of Brandon’s temple, the angry grumble of the populace roared a low, but threatening tone. Word of Willowbud and Julia’s exploits had gotten around, and blowjob the people were growing restless. Rumors of Tentigo and Arbortus had already made the rounds, but without any witnesses, there was enough deniability to keep the gods’ records clean. There was no deniability here. Willowbud had shackled her whores to the floor of her temple, and Julia had ordered that every one of them be gangraped. Public perception of the gods had changed from awe to fear as the tale swept through the city. The nobles hid themselves in their mansions, the king barricaded himself in his palace, and the poor, lacking high walls to protect themselves, had japanese found safety in numbers. A mixture of Breytans and Ofanians stood between the mass of people and Brandon’s temple, strong and straight-backed, like statues ready to kill. Sara and her elves guarded Julia’s temple, while no one guarded Willowbud’s. Of course, even the most insane person wouldn’t venture to cross Night Eyes, so I guessed a violent reputation had its uses. “How’s her pulse?” Brandon asked me as I held two of my fingers to Diamond’s (Angela’s) throat. “Steady.” I replied, trying to remain medically dispassionate. Jade told us that Diamond and Julia had vomited copious amounts of black bile, then both went into shock. Lucilla had been tortured into some kind of fugue state, and simply stared sightlessly at the ceiling. No one even knew where Willowbud had gone, but Astrid was out hunting. “Are these cosmetic astral gemstones?” Brandon asked, inspecting Diamond’s temples. “No, they’re medical.” I lied, “Diamond was having migraines.” Brandon nodded, then moved his attention to Julia. He held her limp wrist, and closed his eyes, counting her heartbeats under his breath. “How is Her Holiness?” Jade asked. She’d been glued japan to Julia’s bedside the whole time. For whatever reason, she was wearing a scandalous red robe that evoked a ‘nun gone slutty’ vibe. I’d worn something similar for a few of my customers, but I got the feeling Jade wasn’t wearing it for the irony. She seemed to wear it oriental with immeasurable pride. I didn’t have the heart to tell her there was cum in her hair. “Stable.” Brandon replied, “But what happened to her is beyond my reach. I can’t heal psychological or spiritual damage. We’ll just have to wait and see.” Brandon moved to Lucilla, and checked her vitals. She hummed when he touched her neck, but she otherwise didn’t respond. He snapped his fingers across her eyes, cracked smelling salts beneath her nose, and even tried pinching her, but all he got was the compulsive reactions of her body. “Goddamn it.” Brandon sighed, collapsing into his chair, and kneading his forehead. Mom was there to massage his shoulders, and Bianca was there to glare at Mom with obvious jealousy. When he finally did, her hole shrank and closed up immediately. Everyone was watching me. Xochitl and her futa-sister appeared, japanese both naked and caressing each asian other. He stepped closer. “Love you too.” I joked, then blushed. But even that thought wasn't enough to assuage my embarrassment when, only after going down two floors, the elevator stopped. Mr Norman was one of the nice ones and I seemed to get on with him really well, considering I was a bit of japan a loner at the time. I could feel Bonnie's eyes burning into my groin when she blowjob answered, "No, I'm not married. She smelled different to me, she smelled of sex and the other women guided me on how to please her. He pulled back and thrust again, once more jarring her whole body and teasing the young woman with the graze of his cock. “You're both so oriental hot.