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We don’t let the truth see the light of a day, so it becomes darkness, and we call it evil. I expose it, and call it beautiful.” “That’s Corruption’s philosophy,” I said, sitting in the chair Night Eyes had set out for me, “but I walk in the daylight, Night Eyes. I walk in the favor of the only god that matters.” “The Holy Mother?” Night Eyes laughed. “Death.” I replied. Night Eyes’ smile faded from her lips. “That almost sounded like blasphemy, Sister Julia.” Night Eyes said quietly, “Though I often masturbation find myself sharing your heresy.” I thumbed the crescent symbol that hung between my breasts. “She is life, and therefore she is also the end of it. You have defied her, Corruption, and so she’s sent me here to correct the mistake.” “Corruption can’t talk to you.” “But she can hear me.” “And she’s listening very closely, I’m sure.” lick Night Eyes’ grin returned, “She’s absolutely terrified of you, and I suppose she should be. You are ‘The Destroyer,’ Brunette after all, so why haven’t you killed me? To save Willowbud? To save your ‘sister?’” “Yes.” “And how are you going to do that?” Night Eyes laughed, “Are you going to fuck Corruption out of me? That brown stuff on your dick wasn’t the remnants of a melded spirit, Sister.” “I am going to love you.” I said simply, and then added with a little smile, “And you were clean when I pulled out.” “That’s good to hear,” Night Eyes smirked, withdrawing another candle to another muffled moan, “but Astrid here already loves me, and as you can see, Corruption wasn’t too moved by it. It’s guilt that Corruption can’t stomach, but I’m afraid I’m not prone to the pious guilt you nuns pedal. I do… unspeakable things, Sister, and I sleep with a smile on my face every night.” “Astrid gives you devotion, but that is not the love I offer.” I said, examining the Valkyrie, her skin silver in the monochromatic light. I looked up at Night Eyes, her caramel skin a shining black, Big Boobs like oil, “My love is of a concerned older sister, giving her foolish sibling one last chance.” “Your love is power.” Night Eyes hissed as she began wrapping Astrid’s hair in her hand, “The power to control,” Night eyes ripped Astrid’s head back, “the power to dominate,” Night Eyes pulled out a knife, “the power to kill!” Night Eyes plunged the blade into Astrid’s throat. The Valkyrie’s eyes bulged, a shriek gurgling in her gagged mouth as black liquid poured from the wound. But it was a shallow wound, and the black liquid that ran from it was not blood, but molten iron. It scalded her neck, hissed against her chest, left a horrid smell in the air, but it did not kill her. “The power to save.” Night Eyes whispered, dropping the bladeless hilt as Astrid collapsed, the pain mercifully draining her of consciousness. The wounds that steamed from her were hideous, but it was better than death, and Brandon could fix them. “Your love means very little to me, Sister Julia, but your power means a great deal.” Night Eyes walked toward me, stepping over the quivering form of her guardian. She stretched her neck to one side, then the other, rolling her shoulders, letting her bathrobe fall. She was entirely female for me now, black flesh contrasting white hair, black eyes twinkling in the white fire. She raised a slender thigh, stepped over me, and eased herself into my lap, the softness of her flesh opposing the jaggedness of her soul. “I want that power,” Night Eyes whispered, running a covetous finger along my jaw, “I want it to control me, I want it blonde to dominate me, I want it inside me. I want to be yours, Sister Julia. You can burn me, you can beat me, you can torture me. I want you to. I want to feel your darkness. ” Her words hissed from her, breathing on my lips, letting me taste her breath. “Yes,” said Se-jun. “Dear Leader wants us to be able to communicate our great nation’s ideals Big Boobs across blonde all tongues.” She could barely turn her head to look up to see the Brunette creature standing tall over her, watching her with malice. I was drenched in sweat, utterly exhausted, and chilled to the bone. My balls were so swollen with my jizz. It wasn’t life threatening thank God, but it was bad enough that she needed more attention than my grandfather could give while still maintaining their farm. I wasn’t a survivalist or farmer or any stuff lick like that, but I at least knew how to split wood and maintain a house. As he tossed lures at the lake, he had opened a conversation with a fisherman that they had scene at a camp site not far from theirs. Sassy Sally would swell at her belly which would darken to the color of the satyr that was being restored but only as fast as masturbation Mike's body created the melanin required. “So close! I shouldn’t have been surprised. Trish waited excitedly for Trish's reaction, hoping she was right.