Get enough of them, and pretty soon you’ll need a church of your own.” “You keep playing out of turn, Night Eyes, and I’ll deal with you another way!” Sister Julia growled. “I’m getting close, aren’t I?” Mistress smirked, “Am I picking at scabs asian that haven’t scarred yet, or are these fresher wounds? What if I start my own church of the Holy Mother? What if I made an japan idol of that fake cunt, and-” Mistress’s head whipped to the side with Sister Julia’s slap. Mistress didn’t make a sound, but shocked gasps sung from every whore who witnessed it. I was halfway to reaching Hardcore for my sword, but I stopped the instinctual motion. Mistress was coming. I saw her lips gaping and her eyes widening through the veil of her disheveled cum hair, I felt her balls pulsing on my chin, and her cock throbbing wildly in my throat. She reared back her head, thrusted deeply, and screeched her delight as she erupted into my belly. The earth shook with her ecstasy, and the followers around us scattered, but Sister Julia just placed a gentle hand japanese on the cheek she’d slapped, turned Mistress’s face to hers, and opened her lips for a kiss. Mistress thrusted with the echoes of her euphoria, squishing my muzzle against her pelvis as she lost herself in the Heat Bringer’s mouth, and mine. When Sister Julia had sated Mistress’s lust, and the two were sharing their eyes, I slowly sucked the last of my master clean. “Fine, I’ll play by the rules,” Mistress whispered, “but Astrid stays with me the whole time.” “Why?” Sister Julia asked. “Because if you ever need to kill me, then you’ll have to kill her first.” Mistress grinned evilly at Sister Julia, “And if it ever comes to that, I want her death on your conscience. Plus, I need a meat-shield to buy me a second for my escape.” JULIA Night Eyes’ followers milled about their new home, singing their high spirits in a harmony of laughter and jubilant calls. The sound echoed against the domed ceiling, the contours of Tera’s stone skull creating a sound chamber that dulled the revelry. The two of us sat on a balcony overlooking it all, the noon sun shining through Tera’s right eye, and casting an ovoid beam through Night Eyes’ new bedroom, which preceded the balcony. Night Eyes spoke in even tones, her lips pursed around a cigarette, her eyes cast downward, a look of boredom as she surveyed her new followers. “…after they had their fun with me, they left me broken in that alleyway.” Night Eyes finished, “When I woke up the next day, eyes all crusted, mouth swollen shut, I saw her. She kissed me, and that was that.” Night Eyes flicked the cigarette over the balcony, and watched it burn all the way down. “That’s terrible.” I said quietly. “I wasn’t asking for a fucking pity-party.” Night Eyes grunted, “So now what? Are you going psychoanalyze me? Let me save you the trouble. Corruption’s allure is that she fetishizes the things that broke us. “Okay, it will take me at least a month to get back to you. I know they mean a lot to you." The trip went well. My hand squeezed Rita's butt-cheek, squeezing her as this delight spilled through my body. “What’d I tell ya?” “We’re almost there,” said Donovan, as we passed outside the boundaries of the city. At around 8:30 that night I had just finished brushing my teeth and about to leave the bathroom when I turned to find Dante leaning in the open doorway. When they pulled the skirt down, they could see cum that Jessica wore no panties and just a sanitary belt and napkin under her panty hose. Then he grinned as if he suddenly understood her meaning. It could be worse though, James reminded himself; the presence of the aforementioned injuries meant that he hadn't been exposed to Hardcore the dragon's seed, unlike one of his fellow pilots who'd also been captured. And now... I had hurt her feelings? “Good morning, Daddy! Relaxing further, her japan moans came in a near-continuous stream whilst I worked her round posterior and moved slowly down her legs, to asian calves and feet. He would often go down on his wife, and enjoyed doing japanese so, but the delicious taste of his daughter's virgin eighteen-year-old snatch was something completely different. “Well, that is...” Daddy pulled his cock out of my sister's asshole. “I probably need one too. Her Chuck Taylor low tops fly one by one.