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Can I make her mine? I felt Corruption calm herself within me, getting with the program, searching Sister Julia to find what darkness I could bring out of her, what morsel of sin laid beneath the pious mask. Corruption would find it, as she always did (except with Brandon, for some fucking reason), and I would coax it from Sister Julia until it became who she was, and she became mine. If I couldn’t, well... a boulder to the skull kills everything, even a god. I looked around, and noticed the gawking faces of Drastin’s citizens, all pointed at Sister Julia. That bothered me, so I took the cobblestone street, and pulled it from the earth like yanking a rug from the floor. I turned the two-hundred-yard stretch of road into hundred-foot-high spire, and commemorated Gloria’s life by dropping the monument on her corpse. Shocked gasps of ‘Earth Former’ and ‘Night Eyes’ met my ears, and my ego was sated. Brandon, realizing we were having a public dick-measuring Hardcore contest, colored the spire in an intricate layer of flowers, gilded it with a flock of golden doves, and turned the entire boulevard into an apple orchard, adding his girth to the lineup. It was an interesting way to introduce ourselves to the world, but I guessed it had to happen eventually. Gods can’t hide in the shadows for long, not when one of them is light itself. “Are we done here?” I yelled to Sister Julia, “Or do you need me to get a measuring tape?” “I should kill you.” Sister Julia said simply, her voice cutting through the roar of her flame. “Probably.” I grinned, taking another step forward. “You’re not afraid that I will?” “I’m only afraid of myself, Sister.” I yelled, another step toward the heat. Sister Julia’s stern face softened at that. She cautiously eased herself and Lucilla to the ground, the flame dimming from her flesh. I stepped forward, and extended my hand. Julia looked at it for teen a painfully long time, and then reached out, and grasped it. Applause and cheers rose from around us as the mortals of the city bared witness to the historical union. They didn’t see the challenge that crossed our eyes, or the threat that lurked on our smiling lips. JUSTINA Now that the interracial cat was out of the bag, Willowbud had no qualms about displaying her powers in ostentatious spectacle. The two-story Screeching Siren was japanese atop a newly-made, five-hundred-foot stone tower, secluding the trio of gods from the tens of thousands packed around the tower’s foot. Dignitaries and nobles pitched camp in the brothel district’s streets, their massive tents nothing but specs of garish color. The king of Drastinar himself had rushed to pay homage, and Willowbud had taken great delight in slamming the door on him. Willowbud (or rather, Night Eyes) didn’t give a shit about nobility; it was the rabble she enjoyed, and they had come in droves. “…I never did get to meet Passion,” Willowbud said airily, lounging on her couch with her head in Brandon’s lap, “my mother and her never saw eye-to-eye. Did you asian meet Flora while in Arbortus?” “No.” Lucilla answered, both her and Julia crammed into dresses from my wardrobe. “I was asking Sister Julia.” Willowbud said tersely. Lucilla’s cheeks went red, her eyes narrowing. Those two obviously weren’t going to get along. “I never had the pleasure.” Julia answered Willowbud, though she gave Mom a sidelong glance. “Still hungry?” Tom suggested we go get beers now, before the concert starts. I settled back in the recliner with the second girl and began feeding her. She smiles and tells me that she is now excited. She had even reached down, grabbed hold of his dick with her hand, and stuck the head of it up into her own Hardcore vagina. “Spoil sport. In this manner I have continued for what I estimate to be a couple of hours. It had a nice plump shape to it, something that any person on this earth who had eyes would sit and say “That is a nice ass.” Hell, I even saw a couple look at her ass while she left the interview! Until she just hung there for a second. She looked over at Ms Pearson trembling in fear. He hurriedly walked though the castle steering directly to the bathroom where the Moaning Myrtle lived. I went down interracial to the stable, saddled my horse and rode out of town, in the direction of St Louis. By japanese now I was plunging in her hard Would the two of you do teen that for Daddy?" He finally pulled out, and then started to eat my ass again sucking out asian all of his cum. Then something I didn’t expect to come out of his mouth was said. 'Bout as good a place as any to start figuring a way to defeat or destroy him. I assured her and Fred assured her that she was in no danger at all.