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“That’s right,” Father said, and the knelt in front of child-me, “and those last two are the most important of all, Willowbud. I found that dear by Ashblossom’s tree.” “It wasn’t me.” Child-me lied, hard fuck twisting her fingers behind herself and rocking back and forth on her feet. Father’s smile never broke as he saw through her lie. He had a way of saying important things, and teaching important lessons without any gravity or sternness. “Killing animals isn’t what nymphs do,” Father said, pulling child-me up and allowing her to ride atop his shoulders, “other people do, but we are the caretakes of the forest, the followers of The Life Givers, alluring and we do not take what has been given.” Stop, I said to Corruption, feeling my heart sinking into my chest, don’t you ever show him to me, you cunt! He was a good man, Willowbud, Corruption replied softly as the dream blurred, the only one you ever loved. The only person who loved you more than I. Get the fuck out of my head! I screamed, but was only answered with another of Corruption’s memories. Child-me was aboard a ship to Tentigo. She was sad and afraid, clutching a pouch full of gold. It was my Mother’s parting gift, after she’d discovered what I was. The nymphs were Creationists, of sorts, but they only worshipped The Life Giver. All other gods were considered lesser, and Mother said my presence was a threat to the entire forest. She took me to the docks herself, telling no one what she was doing. She did it while Father was away, so that he wouldn’t leave with me. Even at five years old, I knew it was just Mother’s way of getting rid of me; she just needed an excuse. I was standing right behind my younger self, my ethereal, black body not effected by the nauseating sways of the vessel. Child-me was in terrible, inconsolable pain, and Corruption could take the pain away. My black hands caressed the sobbing child, who clutched the bag of gold tightly to her chest; the only thing she had left of home. She didn’t want to spend it, she didn’t want to let it go. The only value the fortune had to her, was the nostalgic smell of maple sap that still wafted faintly from the leather of the pouch. Corruption whispered her soothing song from my dreaming lips, and into child-me’s ear. Corruption made it easy to let the gold go. It was just rock, after all; rock cast and carved into coins, but rock nonetheless. Rock I Big Tits could control, rock I could make hurt people. Hurting things made the pain leave; killing things made me happy. The coins blasted from the pouch, punching holes in big nipples the deck, punching holes in the hull, punching holes in the crew. Men screamed, men cried, men begged, and men died. It felt good to kill them. It felt so, fucking, good! Never show anyone your powers, Father’s voice whispered from Corruption’s lips, to child-me’s ears, you can’t let anyone know what you are, or they’ll hurt you tits like Mommy did. When the ship crashed into the docks of Drastin the next morning, nobody found a man left alive. Child-me lived like a pauper in the streets of Drastin. She was lost and alone in the beastly metropolis, consumed by its endless maze of alleys and dead ends. I rested my black hands on her shoulders and tried to whisper my song blonde into her ear, but she wouldn’t listen to me any longer; she was too ashamed of what she’d done. I called my team together and laid out the details on the operation. One at a time he held out the hook and attached it to the ring alluring that connected the girl's nipple rings. She looked up at him and grinned. Her head throbbed as new, bizarre thoughts filled it. Her only concession to her location was a little bit of her mind that had enough sense to blonde stop her openly masturbating at her desk. He stood up, pulling Big Tits Kate with him. Looking closer, Lindsay saw that far from fighting these assaults, Melissa seemed to be giving herself completely to them. I am more interested in teaching you how to stay out of the ‘friend only’ category. It sure looked she was putting that to the test hard fuck though. As I peered around the doors, I see maybe big nipples 200-300 bags still stacked up. “You pathetic, little cunt,” I laughed into her filmed-over eyes, “I’ve had succubi put up more of fight than you.” Are they sure? I’m not pulling out of Jill, she’s getting whatever my body must give her. CHAPTER 3 Luuk sighed and said, “Well, I guess I’m gonna do the same. She corrected herself. “Oh.” Was all that I replied. tits