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I wondered if I’d gotten to him, or if my foray into psychological manipulation had been a fool’s errand. It had been a gamble, but it wasn’t the endgame of this turn in the temptation game; I was merely hedging my bets. Hardcore He wouldn’t look at me, which meant I’d angered him, but I knew he’d get over it. Brandon didn’t seem the type to hold a grudge. Night Eyes, on the other hand, seemed the type to let a minor insult fester until it was a life-defining vendetta. I wondered how she’d react to losing to people she couldn’t just kill. That wasn’t the only point, obviously. By now, Night Eyes had undoubtedly figured out the origin of this batch of orphans, and hopefully, it was jarring some painful memories. When I had emptied Drastin’s many orphanages into my temple, I had told Sara to inquire about a white-haired nymph. Once she’d identified Mrs. Barney’s orphans, the rest of my plan had fallen into place. Tulipfall had been an absolute godsend. In fact, I actually believed the Holy Mother had dropped the little nymph-girl right into my lap. Would she be the weapon that would finally dislodge Corruption? Would she be the… what in the Good Mother’s name is THAT?! An enormous silhouette emerged from Night Eyes’s territory, standing over a hundred feet tall. It was a stone monstrosity in the shape of Tulipfall, whose big, innocent eyes and smile contrasted the terrifying immensity of her form. She lumbered forward, each step shaking the earth, and bringing her shadow closer, until it cast over all of us. Riding atop the head of the moving statue, was Night Eyes and her team, waving tauntingly down at us. “Well,” Brandon sighed, “fuck this.” “It’s slow.” I mused, “We could run over to her side, take the flag, and run back before she even gets to our base.” “In case you didn’t notice, she brought her flag with her.” Brandon said, pointing to Tulipfall, who was waving the flag over head. “So… we win?” I laughed. “Does it feel like we won?” Brandon grumbled, “Goddamn it, she flipped the board on us.” Giant Tulipfall stepped over us, her footfall so tremendous that I had to hold on to a tree to keep from toppling over. After five more babe such steps, she leaned forward, examined the fortress of trees Brandon had made to guard our flags, then raised her massive foot. She gave the defenders just enough time to come screaming out of the fort, before she crushed the trees to woodchips. She removed her foot, sifted through the wreckage, then triumphantly held up the two flags between her stone thumb and forefinger. WILLOWBUD Grok and his cohorts ran down Giant Tulipfall’s arm to gloat. They were met with cries of ‘cheater!’ and ‘that doesn’t count!’ and ‘you actually lost, you know,’ but when the outcome of a game is uncertain, the side who claims victory the loudest is the one that wins, and after seeing a one-hundred-foot statue demolish their fort, Brandon and Sister Julia’s team amateur didn’t have that victorious spirit. I smirked down at the pair of them, noting with some satisfaction that Brandon looked away the moment our eyes connected. Beside me, Tulipfall reenacted the scene by roaring and stomping on imaginary trees. She cackled manically when her foot snapped a twig, and she rose her arms above her head in an exaggerated show of megalomania. She reared back her head for another victorious roar, and when her light-green hair tumbled from her horns, I saw it. An orange amaryllis was tucked right under her left horn. My breath caught in my throat, and my heart slowly sank. I reached forward, my fingers trembling, and I gently pulled the flower from its hiding place. Tulip immediately felt its absence, and she reared on me, snarling, baring her teeth, forgetting who I was, or maybe blowjob just not caring. “These only grow in Tentigo. Is that where you’re from?” I asked her, my voice barely coming from me. She didn’t listen, she just clutched desperately for the flower in my hand. “Answer me, Tulipfall.” She stopped, her eyes brimming with tears, their droplets spilling in streaks down her caramel face. handjob I handjob was struggling to understand the words and more confusingly the logic she had applied in speaking them, but understanding a woman's logic has never been my strongpoint anyway. I was off the following Friday with not a whole lot to do, mainly writing that long letter to Mary that she probably never received. I must, right? I am off duty, and require I got this man to paint me.” He sent himself the Video babe per e-mail. “Not a chance “ I said. Jessie started moving around under me. I was nearing my climax and increased my speed. She would fool almost everybody, but Steve is a master in interpreting body language. Gloria stared long and hard at me for an agonizing moment, and then burst into hysterical laughter. She then started to bob up and down on his blowjob cock. “Yes, later I plan to take all the girls up and give them a workout,” Michael told her. It would take a good fucking from Ryan and a good night’s sleep before those feelings would go away. It didn’t feel right today. With you and your abilities, me and a band of my best amateur men, and this fucker and his stupid stick, we could Hardcore hit every merchant from here to the Highlands without a scratch.”