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She was innocent, but I still found my reason to hate her. Cowardice. The same cowardice that I saw in myself, and we always hate in others what we detest the most in ourselves. I backhanded my cousin across the face, and her head whipped to the side. She cried out, but she didn’t attempt to fight back. She didn’t even attempt to run away. I hit her again, twisting her head the other way, and still, she only cried out, her cheeks red with my strikes, a trickle of blood running from the corner of a trembling lip. “I should’ve killed you.” I growled, grabbing her horns and forcing her face to mine, “I had so many chances to do it, but I kept giving you chances instead!” “I’m sorry!” Willowbud blubbered. “Sorry?!” I laughed, “Is that all you can say?! Where’s Night Eyes, Willowbud? I miss her already!” I roughly pressed my cousin’s head into the ash, raised myself atop her, and dragged my crotch over her mouth. My lustful instincts married with my hot wrath, my desire to humiliate and debase mingled with my need for release. I grabbed Willowbud by the horns, and forced her face to tilt, savoring the confusion, fear, and sorrow mingling her bugling eyes. I smeared my leaking lips over quivering ones, and smirked when her tongue compliantly did as I demanded. She pushed inside me, her wet member writhing frantically, desperate to please, desperate to avoid my punishment. Cowardly, docile, subservient; just like I had been. “Slave.” I sneered as I gyrated, hunching my shoulders over her, staring down from my curtain of black hair as she stared Solo back, dutifully sucking from my folds. Her nose pressed into my hood, the clit engorging and teasing the tip of her wetted snout. “This is what you made me do, Cousin! ” I hissed, “I hope you enjoy it as much as I natural did!” Willowbud mewled a muffled tone, her muzzle glistening with my secretion as I rode her face. Her hands stayed at her sides, but I could tell by the smell of her that she was aroused; aroused and terrified. “You can fuck yourself, whore! ” I snarled, “Your Mistress give you permission!” And she did, almost confusedly so, as though her hands were acting against her will. Her hips rocked from side to side as I grinded front and back, the ash sticking to my glistening form. “Do you want to eat Mistress’s dirty shithole?” I curvy growled, and not toy waiting for an answer, I angled my pelvis forward, swallowing Willowbud’s nose between my blushing, leaking folds, and silencing any protest she might’ve said with my winking star. Her lips compliantly wrapped around me, and her tongue pushed through the aperture, wetly dilating it, before writhing inwardly as she had done in my cunt, trying her damndest to please me, busty trying to keep my wrath at bay. I moaned and gasped atop her, never breaking my imperious stare, never once giving her the reprieve of my eyes. I savored the wide eyes watching me from beneath my dripping folds, the pleasure and the terror orgasm mingling within them. She sucked my rim to a swollen circle, cleaned my innards with a ravenous tongue, and when she curled that tongue along the wrong side of my vaginal floor, I came. I squirted my release onto her face and hair, coiled my heinous delight onto her tongue, and quivered with leg-shaking euphoria as I watched her do the same. When I slid my crotch from her, her lips were stringed with my lustful filth, her nose shined with my expulsion, and her eyes stared back, only fear, no shame from her violation. Was all she could reply with. Swollen bellies heaved. "Am I still a woman to you, Jan?" “But how did curvy my mom knows you if my dad was her owner?” Laura says. It was the first time Nandi had ever seen a proper bed and a double size at that. 'Good girl'. Above the arch were carved the words: "Peace to all who enter here". The bed moved again and I heard another zipper. Tegan blinked in confusion, having expected that Brandon was going to start undressing and toy direct her orgasm attention to his penis. “Why do we need Her Eminence?” Bianca scowled at me, and my little fantasy of Bianca took a darker turn into bondage, whips, and natural lots of ‘I’m sorry, busty Your Eminence,’ and ‘punish me more, Your Eminence,’ and ‘spit in my mouth, Your Eminence.’ Vibration on/off Bernie opened her panty drawer and dug around. You kept kissing my lips, my face, my lips. “Unfreeze,” I commanded. “I’m sure you could. She slowly opened her eyes, then blinked twice and adjusted to her surroundings. After what seemed like forever, it felt great to release my Solo dick from my sticky pants and wrap my fingers around my shaft. Now realizing that there were others around him, Dave asked, “Wait… Nimue? She ripped down my panties, her arms stronger than my grip. So why don’t you take your clothes off.” I said, leaning back in my chair. I said " I hope so." She was on the verge of another climax and wanted him to fuck her over the top so she fell to his side and pulled him into place.