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“Willowbud’s not worth this, Julia.” I hissed into those pleading emeralds, “And neither are you.” I turned the handle, walked into the room, and stopped. I was vaguely aware that something was incredibly wrong, but I couldn’t pinpoint what. Something was just… off. In that moment, that final moment of my life, I was just confused. WILLOWBUD Lucilla collapsed into a heap on the floor, the wall behind her, the mirror behind her, and the god couple behind her all painted with collage her brains. Sister Julia stood still in the crosshairs of my fingers, her expression telling me that she hadn’t yet village grasped what had just happened. Flora Autumnsong wheezed her final breath beside me, but I didn’t look. The pictures of what I’d done to her were burned into my mind, and as the moment dissipated, they began to play behind my lenses. It was over. I could feel Corruption’s agony, despair, and surrender, and I could feel her wonderful apathy dissipating from my mind. She was leaving me, but she’d made sure that Night Eyes delivered one final defiant atrocity before she left. And there it was, the dimming patterns of porcelain flesh, a sight that burned itself right next to the horrific images of my tortured mother. These memories would haunt Willowbud for the rest of her very short life, but I wasn’t her just yet. “Congratulations, Sister.” I whispered, my eyes glazed with tears, “You won.” And the floor collapsed beneath me, giving way to a tunnel that dug down, down, down; down into the darkness beneath the bedrock, down where the light never reached, down where I could bury Night Eyes one last time. JULIA Night Eyes’s eyes went white right before she disappeared. I had done it; I had won. She said so herself. I had fulfilled the Holy Mother’s purpose. Now, I just had to get Lucilla’s brains back in her head, and bring her to Brandon. “I told you not to go through the door,” I sighed, punjabi crouching down, and gently pulling her upright, “but Good Mother knows you’ve always been so boneheaded.” I chuckled to myself as I picked a piece of skull off the ground, and frowned when I couldn’t find a perfect fit in the back of Lucilla’s head. “After we get you fixed up, I think the whole family should go to the dwarven princedoms, what do you think?” I wiped the blood indian away that ran like rivers from her nostrils, “After that we can see the Droktin Pass, then I’ll go to Droktinar by myself, since I know you don’t want to go.” I sniggered to Lucilla, and she stared back sightlessly, her eyes filmed over with red. “We sure could use a vacation.” I nodded, “We’ve been so stressed out, always at each other’s throats,” I cupped her cheek, and smiled, “but it’s better now, Lucilla. We made it.” I frowned at the pink debris that littered the floor and the wall. I scooped some of it into my hand, tilted Lucilla’s head forward, and pushed it into the hole. She’d need it, I was sure. Those were her memories. “You and I can find a place to settle outdoor down.” I said softly, “We’ll have to get married by a heathen preacher, since the Maternal Path forbids our love, but I think the Holy Mother can forgive that blasphemy after what I did for her.” I winked at Lucilla, and a heavy tear splashed onto my cheek. I finished my coffee and made my way over, aiming to be outdoor at least 15 minutes after opening so as to blend in as much as possible. “And she's just made it sound like the best. I smiled and replied,”All I can tell you is Connie and I have talked. Once the thick 10 inch dildo was all the way in, She slid it all the way out and all the way back in twice really slowly. making both nipples pucker upward. Fair enough. It all means you were right and she does want to have sex with me. My problem is how do I let her know I want to do it as badly as she does? She was nervous and wiggled on the chair, “It's embarrassing... Yavara pressed a hand couple against Brock’s chest and punjabi stared at me in cold rage. There was an interesting tone in her voice. And then as his fingers pushed into my vagina, his tongue took over licking between my lips. He might not tell me. Does it convey at all that you hurt her? I watched with devious pleasure, and my grip on my cock was like a vise as she came all over her collage indian hand. No doubt he would also get some sort of weird pleasure out of showing my healed new look to all his mates as well. “Yeah, I do. She told him how it gave her a feeling of satisfaction unlike anything she had eve r experienced village before in her life. We headed back to the hotel and we all went up to our room for a final drink. I decided to make this last a while, so I began by licking at her inner thighs since they were wet from the pussy juice that had seeped out of her pussy during the brief time, she had been upright.