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And I came, my back arching against the wall, my juices dripping into the toilet, my seed shooting across the busty room. As the catharsis left me, and the heat of lust faded, I saw my reflection in the mirror, and my eyes were black. I blinked, and they were white again. My hands were trembling when I put my face into them, and I realized my legs were trembling as well when I rested my elbows on my knees. I reached between my breasts, and clutched the crescent symbol of The Holy Mother. “Diamond, Lucilla, God.” I whispered to the tiled floor, “Diamond, Lucilla, God. Diamond, Lucilla, God. Diamond, Lucilla, God…” I said it for ten minutes; not a prayer, but a reminder. A reminder of what made me, me. JUSTINA “…Arbitrus… Wrath… maternal path…” Angela’s enslaved voice moaned the words, her violet eyes rolled halfway into her head, her slender, olive body slowly thrusting against me as I laid on my stomach. “Specifics, Angela!” I half-hissed, half-moaned, turning over my shoulder to look at her. My handwriting was getting noticeably worse the longer this went; the notes I was taking becoming less detailed, and devolving into single words. Angela lifted one of my bent legs, and splayed it to the side, allowing her boobs to push deeper into my slit. My belly pressed into the bedding, my shoulders relaxed, and a resigned groan sung from my purple lips as my face fell. This was no way to do research. “Diamond… was… with… Wrath…” Angela’s words came from her in a drawl, “. ..in… his… center… the… origin… of… him… is… a… lie…” “What?” I hissed. Angela held me loosely by the hips, her motions slow and gentle, almost mechanical as her body acted solely on instinct; most of her mind in the astral plane. “Diamond… thinks… someone… gave… Wrath… his… story… She… thinks… maybe… Corruption… is… the… one… Arbitrus… thinks… Wrath… made… it… himself…” “Keep going.” I whispered, though I wasn’t talking about the research anymore. There was something about the plodding, methodical way in which Angela’s possessed body moved that was gradually driving me insane. My back curved as I purred through smiling lips, and I closed MILF my eyes in blissful surrender, and pushed my ass into her crotch. My arousal dripped from my purple petals, my pussy welcomed the invasion with little clenches, my tail curled behind me in contentment as my body began to tense with the imminence of orgasm. “Diamond… is… not… coming… back… today…” “What?!” “She… is… going… to… see… Sorrow… Arbitrus… says… she… might… not… fuck ever… come… back…” And that dour note was what I came to. My moan rose in pitch until it was a teeth-gritted whine, my thighs trembled as the feeling ballooned to my extremities, and my eyes closed tightly as my mind was flooded with the euphoria. Angela thrusted three more times, each movement as automatic as the last, then climaxed without emotion or reaction. But I felt it. Oh, did I feel it as she pulsed and throbbed inside of me, pouring nectar into my starving womb, giving me what biology demanded I covet. I panted my ecstatic relief, and eased my pelvis slowly down, taking care Penetration not to spill any of what had been pumped inside me. I held Angela fast as her seedless-spunk sated me as well as it could, then I released her from my enslavement. “What did you just say?” I gasped. Angela’s eyes rolled forward, turning from violet, to blue, then to emerald when she applied the astral meld. “Diamond’s going to see Sorrow now, because she thinks Sorrow might be old enough to know Corruption.” Angela lifted my back end up as she pulled out, like I instructed, “Wrath doesn’t even know what he is, so he was no real help.” “No, I meant that part about her not ever coming back?” “Arbitrus knew Wrath personally, so he was allowed into Wrath’s realm,” Angela pulled up her pants, “but he doesn’t know Sorrow at all, so there’s no guarantee he’ll be there to help Diamond. I still can’t believe the old inn-keeper used to be a god. The fact the second pimp was standing boobs by, keeping his girls out Penetration of the situation, told me that this was more than just an 'attitude adjustment' or 'correctional education'. She kept her hold pried open with three digits of each busty hand that clung shakenly to her stretched rim. And I answered, barely looking at her, thinking how much of a waste the party was, and only looking down at the floor. Pushing the bra cups off her large breasts, spilling them out, hearing baby sister's moan as my other hand reached her skirt and while my middle finger walked over her kitty, rubbing it gently, adding two more fuck fingers, massaging her little wet cunt, soaking her panties. Than Kara told me to pull my cock out of her and stand up. His actions in both worked just fine and soon Uncle made a deposit in her pussy, too. After grabbing some drinks, Chrystal joined me sitting on the couch. “Take this nigger dick bitch, you know you love it!” Tyson grunted with each thrust. Then held down and repeatedly raped MILF I’m just storing it there for now until I decide what to do with it. I told her straight-faced that was why I was asking and she looked at me puzzled.