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Then, I would show him the kind of love I felt for him. Vita would often clothe himself as Light, and shine gloriously as the sun made flesh. He would dazzle Joy with the fractal patterns he made across her water, and she would laugh gleefully with him. Then, he would put her to bed, and show me the heat his light shined with.� From our gifts and knowledge, the tribes began to evolve. They created sects, then society, then nations. And from that evolution, came new ideas. Power, greed, pride, deception, and corruption. New ideas to wear, and new delights with which to act. We did not know these things were evil. We did not know what they would do to us. I found the black cloak of Corruption, and dawned it sextoys curiously. It infected me. My mind became fevered, my muscles contracted. shaved I wrenched and gagged upon the floor, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A terrible euphoria, something wrong and perverse, but irresistible. It change me. My mind deteriorated, my flesh, eyes and hair became black, and my body changed. My curvaceous profile of maternity turned to something as lithe and flexible as the morals of my newfound form. My breasts shrank to supple domes over a belly lined with muscle, which narrowed to hips that bore a succulent backside perched above toned thighs. I was an acrobat, meant to twist and bend insidiously through the minds of man. I desired only to bring out the darkness in others, and tear down the foundations of society that Vita, Joy and I had so painstakingly built. I looked over my shoulder, searching for Joy and Vita. Neither were around. Good, they could not know. I would go in secret to the realm of mortals, and indulge in my newfound mischief. I came to the bedchambers of a warlord whose bloodlust was infamous, and whose cruelty was renowned. His armies were poised to wash over the land, and conquer all beneath his banner. I would inundate him with the thought I wore upon my flesh, and send him and society into a death-spiral. Only when I arrived, there was another woman there already. She was skinned in gold, with hair and eyes just as garishly lustrous, and a body whose supple curves were meant to evoke avarice. She seemed unsure of herself, and well she should, for she was a virgin, but apparently asian not as innocent as I had thought. I recognized my daughter immediately, and she recognized me. We stared at each other across the sleeping warlord, accusation and shame filling our eyes in equal parts.� “Greed?” I hissed at her.� “Corruption?” Joy scoffed back.� “Power.” Another voice said from the darkness, and Vita stepped forth, his skin and eyes a deep red, japanese his brow bearing overgrown bullhorns, his body exaggerated in its display of muscle, and his manhood too large not to cause pain. There we stood, Greed, Corruption, and Power, the ills of society made flesh to tempt Fingering a warlord for our purpose.� “Why, Joy?” Vita asked our daughter.� “I want to centralize the wealth of the world to create a great empire, and unite all of humanity.” Joy answered smoothly, “And you, Father?”� “I too wish to unite the world, but through force of conquest.” Vita answered, then turned to me, “And you, Petra?”� For extra emphasis, Daddy's hand formed asian a cupping arrangement and moved the remaining distance until her denim-covered sex was enveloped firmly in his palm and fingers. Chapter 3 - the next day Show finished. I start to lick her breasts, I can feel her hard tiny nipples on my tongue. Bella cringed inside, she hated those pics now. She felt so nice. His eyes ran lustfully up and down my naked body and he stroked himself for about fifteen seconds. “You’re shaved not much for conversation, are you?” I chuckled, breathing a little sextoys faster as her forked-tongue began to tickle the outside of my gaping anus, tasting the reservoir of man that leaked from me, “I suppose we have that in common.” “I wish to create an empire with a singular, unifying will. “Rithi, inhabit my art and speak with me!” Her knees began to shake, her thighs trembled, an electrical tickle began deep japanese in her belly, and her breath became gasps. Willowbud was not what I expected for a god, I’ll admit, but I rationalized that her holiness was only strengthened by her humbleness. Could I Fingering come back already next weekend? Yum! However, she stopped since she knew she was a screamer.