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“Tera, Astrid, Angela and I are all trying to get Willowbud back,” Brandon said, “maybe then she sucking can feel something.” “She doesn’t want to feel anything,” I whispered hoarsely, “it’s why she melded with Corruption in the first place.” fat “It sounds like Corruption is making her feel quite a lot.” Brandon replied. “And Willowbud is very angry about it.” I sniffled. Another moment of silence, broken softly by the sniffles of my grief, and the whispers of his breath. God, it felt good to be in his arms. To feel him encasing me in affection, to feel his warmth radiating into mine. “Do you think we should stop seeing each other?” Brandon asked softly. “It would be the smart thing to do.” I replied, cringing as Corruption seared her disagreement into my chest. “I never did do the smart thing,” Brandon chuckled, “everyone keeps telling me how much of an idiot I am.” “You really are a dumbass.” I giggled through tears, scooching deeper in his hold, craving the touch of him. “The Heat Bringer’s an assassin, The Earth Former’s melded to a Sentient, and The Life Giver is a dumbass,” Brandon laughed, “the world is doomed.” “It really is.” I sighed. Brandon held me in the darkness, his indian glowing flesh illuminating us, a comfortable silence lingering between us. I could’ve sat in his lap forever, I could’ve nestled into his warmth until the sun burned-out. I knew it was Corruption’s love, but I still felt every inch of it. “Why do you want me?” I whispered to Brandon. “I don’t know,” Brandon whispered back, “I just do.” “This won’t end well.” I said with hushed certainty, “You won’t get her out of me, Brandon. No one can.” “Probably not,” Brandon said, smelling my hair as he planted his lips on my crown, “but do you want to know something weird?” “What?” I asked, looking up at him, losing myself in his beautiful eyes. “I don’t think I want to get Corruption out of you,” Brandon grinned down at me, “I think I want her to stay right where she is.” “You’re a piece of shit.” I laughed, touching his cheek affectionately. “That’s high praise coming from you.” Brandon chuckled. We stared into each other’s eyes, both knowing beyond any doubt that this would end horribly, both not caring in the least. It Fucking was a bastardization of love, an abomination manufactured by a being that only sought chaos and destruction, but it still compelled me. Why should I fight it? Why should I try to define where my soul ends, mature and Corruption’s begins? I’m not Willowbud Autumnsong, not anymore, and I probably won’t ever be again. Astrid is losing the will to save me, Angela probably never could, and Brandon wants me as I am. I feel good with him, I feel love with him, so why should I care whose love it is? I am Corruption, and Corruption is me. Corruption loves Brandon, and so do I. Our lips connected in the dark, and our tongues found their way between them. Our mouths spoke the language of love, and our bodies translated it as we pulled clothes from flesh. Somehow, I knew Brandon didn’t love me like I loved him, but he’d learn. "Tell her you love her, slut." I fell back on the bed, closing my eyes and enjoying the feeling, It lasted for a few minutes. Has she touched you in any way? Alexa and Faltia were the most romantic pair, as both had tears in their eyes when I announced their marriage, but the sentimentality disappeared the moment I said ‘Amen,’ and they rushed to Fucking join the fat pile. She had fucked men in the past during their marriage and he didn't have a clue. I hope sucking this way he’ll learn that the clicker-and-treats routine is for tricks and commands (for now, soon it will just be tricks). "Jeff, how do you feel?" asked the voice. His brain was so active and he knew he had to keep moving. Deana looked at him with concern, but he shrugged and walked her across the room. indian In between her groans she says "Oh, Honey...OOOH!, mature he's so..AAH! We thrust our digits deep and hard.