I would laugh and play with Joy, rapt in maternal love, then I would desi put her to bed, and find Vita in a quiet place. Then, I would show him the kind of love I felt for him. Vita would often clothe himself as Light, and shine gloriously indian 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 mature 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 curiously. It infected me. My mind became fevered, my muscles contracted. 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 Brunette 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 teen evoke avarice. She seemed unsure of herself, and well she should, for she was a virgin, but apparently 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, 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 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?” “I desire as you do, Vita, and you, Joy.” I answered, “I wish for the world to be unified, and the wealth to be centralized. I wish this so that all of society’s eggs are in one basket. I felt that my balls started tingling and my again hard dick gained more pressure in my pants. "We did." I gulped and then nodded. Rhy ran a hand over Grace's belly and looked at Leona who had sat back down on the sofa. “She taken any yet?” The girl thrashed back and forth as she felt him bite her stiff nipple and at the same time twirl his tongue across its stiffness. The tattoos of the pregnant vixen quickly strained to a point they became unrecognizable, but Pinkie simply did give a flying fuck. I'm the lucky one!” Her head threw back and her pussy went wild about my dick. The first problem, Brad’s, was his sister. I could tell my wife was thinking it over. The hot and humid air in the grotto hummed with energy; the distinct whine of three-megawatt steam-driven turbines filled the chamber with the low rumbling hum of power. Suddenly her heart sank as she saw another visible breath. Irma then made a late supper and we briefly watched some teen T.V. to let the meal settle down and we went to bed. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” proclaimed the blonde office aide in response to her immediate supervisor’s incessant, relentless demands for her lackey to hurry and finish so she could get what she wanted. She made it to the crease of her cock, then she rammed into me again, and again, and again. She was not being exploited. She pitied them, for while they experienced the eternal glory of being stepping stones for her Master, none of them would know the fullness, the satisfaction of being born with a purpose and fulfilling it. I bet he could use some loving.” Andrew was right, boys loved to hurt girls. I came again, my pussy clamping down on his cock as he continued to fuck me harder and faster than any man every had. "You sing so pretty little cow I might bring you to my room tonight and give a long nice relaxing udder massage. My whole body shivered in ecstasy! I froze. That will give you more than enough time to play around on your phone. My ovaries swirled with a fresh load of cum as I trembled beneath the passionate strokes of Yen's big dick. It was almost like contempt, or even disgust, but it wasn't directed at me. It was directed at himself. Bast's face held momentary shock as she looked at Eris then back to Ephus. As the water warmed up, I grabbed my boy and kissed him a bit. “In indian Brazil it’s fourteen. “Honey, I think you’re missing the point.” There was the slightest tone of disappointment in my voice. Even with a bike lock, and Brian’s wasn’t one of the more expensive ones, that was practically giving your ride away in the big city. A duffel bag, one of the ones she presumed contained Brian’s packed clothing, was clutched in a quashing grip in his enormous hand—he wasn’t holding it by the handles. “This is a gift; you aren’t supposed to repay a gift. As we played, we walked Brunette past a pair of humanoid peacocks. 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