“I’m somewhat of a humanitarian,” Brandon whispered, wetting his pinky with my dribbling nectar, and pushing it all the way into my anus, causing my back to arch japanese from the couch, and my teeth to press excitedly against my lip, “and I wouldn’t want my girlfriend to make me a hypocrite.” “Is that what I am to you?” I breathed as the rest of his fingers slid lingerie into my slit, “Your girlfriend?” “Is that what you want to be?” Brandon smiled back as his thumb found my clit. My lips trembled in the heat of his lust, my body bent to his passion. “Yes,” I whispered as he tenderly violated me, “do you want to be my boyfriend?” Brandon stared into my eyes, chewing his lip. Why do I want him to say asian ‘yes?’ I thought as anxiety tore at my throat, Why do I want him to want me? His expression softened, and he smiled warmly down at me, causing my heart to grow light enough to float from my mouth. “I do,” Brandon laughed, seeming to be surprised by the revelation, “I really do.” Our smiling lips connected, our tongues entwined, and the victory horn sounded in the arena. The usual applause and cheers rang out around us, and then a terrible shriek cut through it all. The crowd went silent, and I opened my eyes to see Tera writhing in agony with a centaur atop her. The beast Astrid had dropped didn’t die from the fall, and he’d used the last of his life to cut open the succubus in her moment of triumph. Astrid darted across the arena and beheaded the centaur, but I knew it was too late. Tera was slit from sternum to navel, and she was spilling guts all over the sand. I looked over at Angela, and saw her face ashen and trembling, on the verge of sickness. Brandon had tensed to a rock beside me, his face drawn to a grimace, his hand pulling out of me. I found myself not giving a single shit for Tera, which was a relief, because everyone else seemed pretty broken-up about it. The benefits of Corruption usually did outweigh the detriments, so long as the Sentient wasn’t trying to get me in a relationship. “Well, shit.” I grumbled, “I guess Astrid’s going to be a solo act now.” “Willowbud,” Brandon said, taking my hands and looking intently into my eyes, “can I trust you?” “As much as you can trust a snake to bite,” I laughed, uncomfortable with the seriousness of his tone, wishing he’d be as apathetic to Tera’s death as I was, “why?” Brandon didn’t answer. He got off the couch, and walked toward the balcony of our box. It was then that I noticed Astrid had picked the dying succubus off the ground, and was flying right for us. Hardcore “What are you doing?” I yelled at Astrid, “Leave her on the sand to die!” Astrid ignored me. She flew into our box and draped Tera on the floor. My aunt was barely alive. Her violet eyes were bulging, her breaths were gurgling and rattling, her bronze flesh was as pale as death. Her wound was over a foot long, and revealed everything inside her. “Astrid, put her out of her misery,” I groaned, “I don’t need to see her like this.” Brandon knelt before Tera, and she pushed him away weakly, slapping at his face. “Don’t!” she coughed, looking from me, to Brandon, eyes bloodshot and panicked, “Don’t!” “Don’t?” I asked, looking from Tera, to Brandon, “Don’t what?” “Can you save her?” Astrid asked Brandon. Why was everyone ignoring me? What the fuck was Brandon going to do? “Cover me,” Brandon said to Astrid, “they don’t need to know yet.” Astrid nodded solemnly, and shielded our box with her wings, blocking out the sunlight and the crowd. I stared dumbly at her, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on, when I felt something sharp pressing to my throat. “This is dipped in Nightshade,” Angela whispered in my ear, “just one scratch is all it will take, Willowbud. You shouldn’t Rough Sex leave packets of poison in the trash; you never know who might go digging in there.” I turned over and was shocked at the sight that was standing over my bed. I felt bad. “Let go of me,” growled Clyde. Nothing could be allowed to slow me down and I didn't have time to slide them off lingerie so instead I followed my girlfriend's example and ripped them away! “Are those Kendall’s or Brenda’s? Do they know?” I bet she was looking for an excuse to fuck one japanese of the girls. Taking a long moment of silence to ponder his answer, he finally spoke up. I lift your arse cheeks even higher as I continue licking you. “Now Hardcore let’s get you home. He also knew he would find out eventually any way. Sally grabbed the arms of her chair and moving the chair backwards, stood straight up. “Ohh, Good morning,Vijay. I scolded again. They made her turn around and applied the oil again to the front of her body. Wear normal bikinis tomorrow. “Mmm, just love her. For the next few days, Rough Sex everything was normal. The three asian of them then all took blue pills and turned into some of the hottest, muscular, most well endowed men I had ever seen. He made it clear that the ladies all get to go first. exact details of his plan. Haven't I thought you that? She had lost track of the days by the end of the third week. She stayed still, her body tortuously adapting to what she had forced into it. Her house was about two miles away.