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“I’ve cast you out before,” I whispered, “I can do it again. I swear I’ll do it.” But I knew that was a lie. There was no guilt left in anime me to tear Corruption from my soul, no shame or broken heart to cleanse me with pain. “Willowbud?” a wonderful voice called from the bowels of my hole. Corruption’s heart fluttered alive, and so did mine. I thought about running again, but where would I go? I could either charge back into the earth, or into The Life Giver’s arms. “Willowbud?” Brandon called again, his voice closer. He glowed an ethereal blue in the darkness, looking every-bit the god he was. The smooth, perfectly-circular hole I’d made shined with his light, and bathed me in its soft luminescence. “How long did you know?” I asked him, voice ragged. “From the beginning.” Brandon said, sitting cross-legged next to me. “You were that boy in Gloria’s house, weren’t you?” I whispered, “The one hiding behind the door when I killed her?” “Yes.” Brandon said. “She’s still alive, isn’t she?” I asked. Brandon nodded in the dark, his features glowing beautifully. “Who is Angela?” I asked, resting my head on his shoulder, unable to stop myself from seeking the comfort of his warmth. “My sister,” Brandon said, kissing the top of my head, “and an infantile Sentient.” “What?” I whispered. “It’s why Angela can see Corruption,” Brandon said softly, pulling me into his arms, surrounding me with his love, “Sentients aren’t astral beings; they’re souls Life Givers preserved, but didn’t bind with.” Somewhere within me, I felt a swell of realization, as if a question I didn’t know I’d asked had just been answered. “So,” I said, nestling myself into Brandon’s body, surrendering to the comfort Corruption wanted me to feel, “you’ll have to bind with Angela to save her.” “That’s right,” Brandon said, pulling me close, “but I’m having second thoughts.” “Willowbud doesn’t love you, Brandon, Corruption does.” I said, not self-identifying with the woman whose name I carried. “I know,” Brandon whispered, his lips moving against my hair, “Willowbud loves Astrid, doesn’t she?” “She was warming-up to her,” I replied, “but Willowbud never felt love; not romantic love, anyway.” “Tera, Astrid, Angela and I are all trying to get Willowbud back,” Brandon said, “maybe then she can feel something.” “She doesn’t want to feel anything,” I whispered hoarsely, “it’s why she melded with Corruption in the first place.” “It sounds like Corruption is making her feel quite a lot.” Brandon replied. The girls both moaned loudly and almost like a dominos chain reaction Kate came hard groaning deep and almost falling over forward. I felt her pussy muscles pulsing and spasming against my fingers, trying to pull them deeper inside her, coating them with her juices as she came and came, until she begged me to stop. A Psychic-type? The one guys had started rubbing her tits and fondling her legs. Melody gave me a big grin. “What!” she gasped. I loved it! “What?” I almost yelped, hardly believing what I had heard. Robin had been asked out by a guy she had been flirting with and they went on their first date. {They will not interfere. Well nearly everything. After she finished, she grabbed a tube of depilatory, and began putting it on my sparse chest hair, my legs, my arms, and the few sprigs of hair on my back. I love you.” I say to my smiling gorgeous wife. “What?” Confusion on the other end. “My ovaries are swimming with seed with which to flood your ass,” moaned Ealaín between sucks on my nipple. “I just teased you a lot in your dreams,” she said with a lick of her lips. My eyes flicked down to our mother's bush. I didn't pull out for a while. Arleen was not hungry, she pecked at a burger the radio station had had brought in from some burger joint, the art director managed slither his hands anime briefly over her blouse a couple of times, before, pulling the plug on the production and calling it a day. Worse, the facility wasn't fully evacuated. He went to work with his tongue and his fingers, just getting a feel for her, getting a taste. Mom would hate it. Don felt his penis reach full erection and he pulled even harder on Kristin's body, making her feel his arousal. “No, its fun I want to stay,” Cassie replied. Now, I knew that Jill was not honest when she discussed her sexual enjoyment with Ernest. She placed her hands around his neck as her lips vigorously smashed his. A bunch of futas cheered, and I swear Samantha wanted to as she shifted beside me. I hoed it was me she wanted to penetrate.