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I walked into the blackness, and Orb hovered with me, illuminating the smooth, unchanging surface of the stone floor. The padding of bare feet echoed through the darkness, bouncing off unseen objects, and growing lower with every iteration. Orb’s light was as chromatically cold as the astral sun outside, and it bathed my small, visible world in blacks and whites. It shined a small radius around me, allowing me to see what was right behind me and before me, but nothing else. There was nothing to see anyway. There was only the flat, smooth floor, the sunbeam growing distant behind me, and Willowbud Autumnsong right in front of my face. I skidded to halt, yelped, and punched the Earth Former in the eye. A shot of pain lanced up my ethereal fist, and I realized with a groan that I had just punched a statue. A very angry-looking statue. In fact, on closer inspection, I realized Willowbud’s face was manic, her lips peeled, asian her nose snarling, and her cheeks lined with tear tracks. “What the heck?” I whispered, and stepped forward to examine the statue, only to run into another one. This wasn’t of Willowbud, but of an older male nymph. His eyes were wide in horror, his head was tilted awkwardly to the side, and there was a gash in his neck. “This is… this is new! ” I hissed, and walked forward with more speed, narrowly avoiding another statue, this one of Willowbud riding the male nymph, her body arching back in the heat of passion. I past statue after statue, some twisted and disfigured as though constructed from an addled mind, some as perfect as anything the greatest sculptor in the world could make. There were none of Corruption herself, just Willowbud and the man, over and over. Sometimes Willowbud was a little girl, and she was holding the man’s hand. Sometimes she was a teenager, and wrapping her legs around him. It didn’t take much conjecture to figure out who the man was, and what this place represented. But this was new. This was only a year old! Why was a doorway to Hatred’s realm here, if this memory was only a year old? Did the door move on its own? This didn’t make any- I ran face-first into a wall. “Ow!” I exclaimed, rubbing my forehead. When the pain had dissipated, I looked up. The wall curved inward as it ascended, like a great dome. And at the center of that dome, was the beam of light I’d first seen. I had gone from the center, to the edge in a matter of minutes. This realm was tiny, maybe a mile wide at the most. But what was it? Had Corruption japanese become ‘Guilt’ during her divorce from Willowbud? She no longer called me your highness, but adopted the same title the other sex slaves used. I throw the asian belt onto the bed and drop to my knees behind you. "But you have to know that I do . . . I worked my japanese hips faster, riding him. By the way… it would make the girls really happy if you’d let them be… naked.” She raised her eyebrow and gave me a doubting look. Then a thought occurred to Tony. She found his cock long and hard. She was statuesque alright. she saw him breathing deep from her panties again. I know Diamond was born a grown woman, but she still has a lot of maturing to do.” My cock bouncing against the glass started leaving trails of precum against the window. We found Tim.” The voice crackled on the CB and both men gave a sigh of exhaustion. Pumping hard and fast as I kiss her lips.