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It was beautiful. I wanted the world to be beautiful like that. “Aunt Lucilla is being raped in hell, Mommy.” I sniggered on her lips. “Are you jealous of her?” Mom grinned back, sinking her fingers into the fat of my ass, and parting my cheeks. Our cocks squished against each other, oozing and throbbing, aching with the terrible perversions our eyes whispered to each other. “Yes.” I hissed, and she did what she does best. Our bodies writhed in the moonlight, moving with beautiful grace and terrible purpose. We made love as torturers, and delighted in the pain we endured and inflicted upon each other. Our hands strangled, our teeth bit, and our voices carried from our devouring mouths, echoed across the glass remnants of Drastin, and died in the still night air. If anyone heard it, they would be wise to fear it. Run, hide, and cower. Find a hole within the earth to burrow, and wait out the coming storm. Drastin was just the beginning. End of Book Two Author’s note Well, that was a bitch to write. Every successive chapter of this second book was more difficult to author than the last, and this one was the worst by far. That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy it, as I wouldn’t spend so much time and effort on something I hated, but it was draining. But the hard part is over, and it’s smooth sailing from here on out. All the great revelations of the story have come to pass, and the table is set for the final book. I apologize in retrospect for making Petranumen’s story 20,000 words long, but I didn’t want to turn her tale into a simple recounting, and ruin several chapters-worth of set up. From the beginning of this series, I wanted to create characters who were not wholly Orgy (Group) bad or good. I did that by building them from their flaws. Brandon is kind of stupid, not very brave, and thinks with his dick. Julia is closed-minded, irreparably damaged, and prone to great violence and cruelty. Angela is naive and single-minded, Lucilla is selfish and amoral, Justina is cowardly and socially weak, and Astrid is strong-headed and ambitious. If there is one person in this story who is without major flaw, it is Tera, and that is because she is the only real adult. Everyone else is a teenager, and most of us can look back at our teenage selves and realize we weren’t Big Tits yet developed. This book highlighted the good in many of the characters, as all of the aforementioned characters are mostly good people, but ultimately, their flaws are what drive the plot, as oral is often the case in life itself. You probably noticed that I didn’t mention Willowbud, and that’s because we haven’t really met Willowbud yet. You might say, “White Walls, Willowbud was herself in the third chapter!” and you would only be half-right. That Willowbud you met had resigned herself to becoming a slave, because she had nowhere else to turn. If Astrid Skyborne wasn’t also in that cage, you can bet Willowbud would never have freed herself. We’ll explore that later in the next chapter The Creators. In closing, I’d like to thank two readers who’ve been very supportive. Thepost, who’s written some wonderful comments, and is a good author himself (check him out), and Chimera Love Me, who has been supportive of my work for over mature a year now, dating all the way back to God is a Slut, my second series. I write for myself; it’s an inherently selfish process, but getting the feedback of fans is what pushes me to write when I don’t feel like it, so from the bottom of my heart, thank you, and all readers who have left words of encouragement or critique. Book Three of The Creators will be out… soon. “So, that was a good study break, right?” I asked her. While we’re kissing, and our pretty pink lipstick is smearing together, I see Twyla with her hand down the lacy front of her own panties, masturbating. This happened 3 years ago, and I have not told this to anyone. What a view, her milk laden tits hanging. The girls were wearing summer dresses and the boy’s slacks and golf style shirts. It was clear she didn't have an umbrella and her hat was as drenched as she was. Her husband, Karan, was kneeling on the floor wearing a pair of panties with the words “SISSY BITCH” written across his muscular, hairless chest. And on the same day you meet! He was in me completely. head and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled me mature “Damn, Dona, I love this plan,” I whimpered. 'What' she questioned? “Uuh…” It felt amazing, feeling Bella's warm, hard head sliding around his own. "Ah, only because the three beauts are going commando!" "Oh yeah! The wardrobe consists of a tank top that says "cheap meat" and Big Tits "Juicy" across her ass in a skirt. I was really getting worked up sliding in and out, hearing the wet sounds, watching her cum, when she suddenly pushed me away. Zanyia, padding beside me, looked up at me. oral Her ears twitched. so Orgy (Group) relaxing....I just drifted to sleep. � � � Today is my 35th birthday! For her to sense her mother being in danger and being able to teleport to that location?