Maybe you could show them the better path, hmm? Go preach to them, and see if you can find a nun in the brothel. 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!” voyeur Sister Julia growled. “I’m getting close, aren’t I?” Mistress smirked, “Am I picking at scabs that haven’t scarred yet, or are these fresher wounds? What if I start my own church of the Holy Hardcore Mother? What if I made an 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 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 hair, I felt her balls pulsing on my chin, and her cock amateur 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 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 pov 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 public 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. I was raped, so now I like to rape. I was abused, so now I like to abuse. Forget any chance of leaning forward, not if I don’t want it lifting to flash my backside amateur and simultaneously hang forward to reveal my crotch. J-cups, here I come! If I wanted to continue, it was up to me. If I wanted to end it all right then and there, I could. With a brush, we signed our names on the scroll. She's gonna be so mad at you." I passed out from fucking?” She hesitantly asked. We're going to show your mother such delights.” She was doing controlled breathing exercises along the public lines of a woman giving birth. Henry looked at his daughter's hot body lustfully and crawled under the shelter and towards her. It took several minutes for Matt to get his stiff cock into Hardcore Doris's arse. She knew she voyeur should pov stop this, but didn't know what she could do without making it look like her husband was a lousy lover.