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“And what’s my worst self?” I breathed, my heart fluttering as her cock began to engorge between my legs. “I don’t know,” Willowbud breathed back, her expirations becoming heavy, her eyes sliding to half-lidded desire, “but I’d love to find out.” She pulled away from me, sat up, and leapt from the foot of the bed. I gawked at her in disbelief, and she laughed at my disappointment. “You can show Astrid,” Willowbud chuckled, pulling on a pair of tight-fitting trousers, “when you punish her for our beloved patrons’ entertainment. Wake up, Astrid!” Astrid stretched and groaned sleepily, expanding her wings and arching her back. She pulled Justina closer to her, and nuzzled her face into my daughter’s neck, closing her eyes tightly like a child who doesn’t want to get out of bed for school. Justina’s eyes opened, and her violet gaze immediately turned to Angela’s blue as consciousness took hold. She scooched her body deeper in Astrid’s naked form, and stubbornly pulled a feathered wing over the both of them. “Go away, Willowbud!” Angela called exhaustedly, “You had us up all night!” “Please, Mistress,” Astrid groaned, “just give us another hour.” “Tera’s your mistress today, Astrid,” Willowbud said, pulling on a shirt, “and if you don’t do as she says, I’m sealing your asshole with hot candle wax. Now get up!” Willowbud lit a cigarette between her lips and walked out of the room, leaving her three captives alone on the bed. Astrid’s wings shifted in a cocoon around Angela and herself, pulling the Life Giver’s dead sister into a protective hold. I supposed Justina looked enough like Willowbud that Astrid liked to pretend it was her, before she was melded with Corruption. It was as heartwarming as it was heartbreaking, and it made me incredibly uncomfortable with the idea of abusing her. “Astrid?” I Big Tits asked softly, scooching across the bed. Her wings parted slightly, revealing two blue eyes between the feathers. “Yes… Mistress?” Astrid asked, her voice small. “Don’t call me that.” I said, putting a gentle hand on her wing, making sure my seductive touch was turned off. The bed we were on was plush and soft, undoubtedly cushioned enough to prevent our voices from vibrating against the stone floor it rested upon, and into Willowbud’s ears. I listened for the sounds of Willowbud making breakfast in the kitchen, and then brought my face close to Astrid and Angela’s. “Have you guys made any progress with Corruption?” I whispered. “No,” Angela whispered back, snuggling her head between Astrid’s ample breasts, “I’ve been searching Justina’s memories for books on astral beings, but she doesn’t know much about Sentients.” I thought about correcting Angela, but I decided against it; the girl didn’t need indian to know the truth about Corruption, or herself. Not yet. “When did you see her last?” Astrid asked, petting Justina’s hair from Angela’s face, and embracing the succubus affectionately. “Just now,” Angela said, smiling up at the Valkyrie, “when Willowbud threatened to seal amateur your anus shut; I don’t think she would have said that without Corruption. I glanced to my desk. I want it hard tonight Baby…. The door to the bathroom burst open. I said I did not know you were a squirter. But there was no real release, only more need. “Maybe not, maybe they want a little fuck toy, a play thing. Loretta has indian proof read and contributed to this story, wanting to include Mr Penis from the Dilema series, but "ohbegentle" felt that this may detract from the intensity of her story - as not everyone likes the Mr Penis analogy. I’m… ummm… fifteen.” At first I found being stuffed with something so big was bitterly uncomfortable. Maria squirmed beside me even as my stomach twisted. Only flesh in need is left for this kind of wanton display and his animal instincts gradually took over. Cindy pulls the door to his room shut, then walks to the foot of his Big Tits bed, leans forward, and just amateur dives onto his waiting cock with her hungry mouth.