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What the fuck is going on, Corruption?! “Yes, Night Eyes,” Brandon grinned his wonderful, stupid grin, “I’m sure.” “Don’t call me that.” I whispered, pushing my dress past my ankles. “What?” Brandon asked, tilting his head in confusion. “Night Eyes; that’s not my name,” I said, feeling myself changing, “my name is Willowbud.” I watched Brandon as my masculinity grew from my femininity, engorging with readiness, throbbing vulgarly. He stared at it with fascination, and then smiled a crooked smile at me, and clasped his hand around it. The gasp that came from me was weak and girlish, the way my body bent was seeped in female languidness, but the tool of my lust was a man’s weapon, and my new lover didn’t seem to care what kind of heat I was packing. “This is, without a doubt,” Brandon chuckled to himself as he stroked me, “the gayest thing I’ve ever done.” “What?” I laughed through a breathy moan, “You never experimented in summer camp?” “I never went to summer camp,” Brandon smiled, his other hand pulling me back onto his body, squishing my throbbing heat between the warmth of our abdomens, “but I did let a woman stick her fingers up my ass once.” “You want to try something bigger?” I smiled into his eyes as our lips brushed. “I don’t think we’re at that stage in our relationship.” Brandon whispered, his hand soft, but firm as it stroked me to new levels of arousal, “Willowbud,” he smiled, “that’s a pretty name; does it come with a last one?” “I don’t think we’re at that stage in our relationship,” I chuckled, eyes half-lidded with lust, my voice seeped in seduction, “maybe you can tell me what you know about Sentients, Brandon; then I’ll tell you my last name.” “Sentients?” Brandon smirked, eyes teasing me, “I don’t believe in fairy tales.” “You know a lot more than you’re saying,” I whispered, my fingers touching his face gently, “I’m beginning to suspect you might be a very dangerous person.” “That’s high praise coming from you,” Brandon whispered back, rolling me over to the side as Astrid and Tera strutted into the room, “but I’m afraid you’ve got the wrong idea about me.” “I’m not fucking stupid, Brandon,” I hissed, my heart thrumming with lust and longing, brimming with Corruption’s desire for me to be with this man, “I know you know something.” “I know all kinds of things.” Brandon smiled, and then took my face in his hand, and kissed me. God, it was good. I felt myself bending to him, molding to him, tilting my head back and sinking into the depths of his lust. His tongue placated my worries, his lips sucked away my doubt, and his hand readied me for the women that approached us, his breath promising nothing but pleasure. 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