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“Willowbud, please.” I whispered without thinking. It stopped. The great tremors quelled, the rolling thunder of destruction dwindled, leaving only the sound of wind whistling through open cracks to fill my ears. I looked down at the horned head of white hair in my chest, and I cautiously pulled it away. Her eyes were lighter than they’d been before, dark grey instead of black. They stared confusedly up at me, like I was a riddle she didn’t understand. “Willowbud?” I asked, the name barely coming from me. Mistress’s eyes turned suddenly black. Her hand was on my throat, her weight was atop me, and she was pressing me into the bed, her foot pushing onto my belly. “I told you, if you ever called me that again, I would brand that little ass with a hot iron!” Mistress growled, her face twisted in rage, “I told you I would…” she trailed off, her eyes growing distant again. She reached behind herself, and touched the small of her back where Julia had branded her just the day before. She cocked her head, and considered the cracked ceiling above us. Then she looked at my terrified face, my splayed nudity, and my destroyed wings. She sighed, and rolled off me. With a tap of her foot, the temple righted itself to a chorus of shifting rock and grumbling foundation. “C’mon, Astrid.” Mistress extended her hand to me, “Let’s get Brandon to fix you. I can’t have you seen like that; people would get the wrong idea about me.” Mistress chuckled her signature chuckle, but it sounded forced. TERA “…this throws everything we know out the window.” Justina scowled. “No, it doesn’t.” Angela said, “It just means that our theory needs some correction.” “If every one of the spires in Corruption’s realm is just an emotional elevator to Guilt, then it means that Corruption is simultaneously existing in two realms.” Justina said. “Or perhaps she’s just self-aware enough to know how to keep from changing.” Angela suggested, “Maybe she makes these miniature realms to alleviate the strain before it consumes her. There are thousands of spires; I doubt each of them is a guilty memory. I bet most of them are empty, waiting to capture her future guilt.” “Conjecture, Angela.” Justina frowned. “Well, should Diamond check each indian one then?” Angela shot back. “This doesn’t make any sense.” Lucilla said into my astral gemstone. “What?” I mentally replied as Angela and Justina bickered. “If each of those spires leads to Guilt, then why was the place Diamond emerged from just a hole in the ground? Why no spire?” I vocalized Lucilla’s question, which mercifully stopped the argument Angela and Justina were having. “The only logical explanation, is that I’m right.” Justina said with a smug smirk to Angela, “The newest version of Guilt is still under construction in Corruption’s realm. Right now, it’s just a hole, but give it time, and it will be a spire. These things are made from experience, Angela; they don’t design their own realms.” “Ask your know-it-all daughter why there’s a spire if Guilt’s realm is beneath Corruption?” “That’s… hmm.” Justina pondered after I relayed the message. She walked over to the bulletin board, and regarded the names in Corruption’s column. “If Guilt is the next step in Corruption’s evolution,” Justina said, touching a finger to Guilt’s name, then Corruption’s, “and we’re assuming Corruption was just the next step in Chaos’s evolution,” Justina ran her finger to the top name, “then maybe…” Justina took out a pen, and drew arrows between each of the names, “…maybe those spires are just the holes in Chaos’s realm. There’s no spire for the new guilty memory because it occurred after Chaos had wholly become Corruption.” “Why is her evolution so different than Hatred’s?” Lucilla asked. “Because she’s fighting it, and its tearing her realm to pieces.” I answered, pursing my lips as I regarded the board. I wanted to be on top, but he was getting ready to cum, so when he told me he was about to cum, I pushed him back, dropped to my knees and slid his dick right into my mouth. Yes I just need to rest she said as she got up and went over and kissed his cheek and walked upstairs. I can surely promise you that.” If something happens, deal with it then, but unless you know what it is or when it’ll occur, there’s no point in worrying about it now. He may not have been able to excite her but he could still get some kind of reaction out of her. Then it hit me. She saw me staring at indian her. There was something special between us and I wasn’t sure of what his thoughts were. She gasped, her body in a low crouch about to start another tumble. Texted the random guy who found her number on a social network site. Please!” But he went further and harder, the other ghoulish man decided it was time to have his fun after a while of fondling. I shrugged. Really?" “I really love your family Jack. I then felt her finger and her tongue on my ass hole. You're right, it is smaller than the vibes but I'm still not sure. Rivka hummed a small, “Uh huh” with a head nod and then the draped gown was lifted over her knees. That was not to say it hurt her, quite the opposite, she just hadn’t really been fucked like this before, at least not right from the start. She clutched his hardening cock and lifted it to kiss and lick his balls in a ritual thank-you for giving her a child many months ago. I decided that I needed to play it cool, kind of the subtle approach. I rationalized my action by thinking what I did was concern for my brother, nobody but him and I would know, so I figured there wasn’t any harm. Then he imagined Brie was straddling his chest, her young pussy in front of his face. Marcy gulps she doesn’t think.