Me. The clockwork of the universe was forced into synchronization, and the hands aligned to deliver the fourth Creator to this world. I felt the moisture in the air, the rivulets of sweat that rolled down my flesh, the whisper of the sea from the distant bay. A great rush of water shot from the aquifers below, and married itself to the vortex of flame, creating a roiling cloud of black steam that hissed and desi popped around us. The patterns that formed across my mother were of waves, ripples, droplets and rivers; flowing and intricate like the designs on my flesh, impossibly detailed, asian and black. The corrupted shell of Petranumen was the third Bound One, and she tinged our bodily patterns to her hue, tattooed herself to our minds, and joined our souls. There would be no saving us from her, no guilt to wrench away the meld. She was us, and we were her. The vortex of elements dwindled, and left Mom and me staring at each other, black steam rising from our renewed body flesh, black eyes staring intently, lovingly. I giggled, and a gout of black Corruption shot from my lungs, and into the air. Mom laughed with me, her joy singing high, sweet and sonorous, but tinged with something terrible. Just like mine. Our hands trailed over the patterns we’d made upon each other, and the caresses we delivered were affectionate and possessive, loving and cruel. Our red lips did not smile at each other with kindness, but with predation, with a desire to ruin. To corrupt. When I looked at her, I saw the scars of her past plain erotic as day, etched massage across her psyche like a defaced painting. It was beautiful. I wanted the world to be beautiful like that. “Aunt Lucilla is being raped in hell, Mommy.” I sniggered on her lips. “Are you jealous of her?” Mom grinned back, sinking her fingers into the fat of my ass, and parting my cheeks. Our cocks squished against each other, oozing and throbbing, aching with the terrible perversions our eyes whispered to each other. “Yes.” I hissed, and she did what she does best. Our bodies writhed in the moonlight, moving with beautiful grace and terrible purpose. We made love as torturers, and delighted in the pain we endured and inflicted upon each other. Our hands strangled, our Hot Babes teeth bit, and our voices carried from our devouring mouths, echoed across the glass remnants of Drastin, and died in the still night air. If anyone heard it, they would be wise to fear it. Run, hide, and cower. Find a hole within the earth to burrow, and wait out the coming storm. Drastin was just the beginning. End of Book Two Author’s note “I hope you both have a long and fruitful marriage.” I looked at Luciana body and saw her blush. Tommy finds his mother in the kitchen doing her usual Sunday morning baking before they all go off to church. "A whole bottle?" Her breath caught in her throat and she tossed her head back, gasping. Then he flipped her again, his tongue again starting on a line to her inner thigh, saliva glistening as it left a trail straight to the tip of her clit. Feeling more comfortable in the new desi friendships Hot Babes with Kate and I. Max excitedly agreed to entertain Vickie erotic while Walt attended the seminar. Turning around, she looked at her low cleavage. Hermione had never thought about it before, but there was an undeniable beauty about women’s bodies. I stumbled forward with the others. With an audible spurting sound Aunt Sheen’s vaginal fluid seemed to burst out of her cunt. He immediately ejaculated as he watched. Girl: Yes, it was much bigger when it was fully erect. The boy’s high pitched grunts mingled with my moans and my occasional cries. And then they were coming. Just be careful. So Sam thought, they have a powerful one here. The heading on the packaging said, ‘Vaginal Kung Fu’. I thought you like this girl. “You don’t want to massage play?” I asked. “You diverted my direction, Miss McBride.” I heard chuckles from the two guys. I asked. “too many questions” He pins her to the ground, “stop with the questions, stop!” Anna closes her eyes. “Yes what, slut?” she asks. She gasped knowing she had been beaten. We retire to the bedroom where I find she is not only a great fuck, she sucks and swallows like a two bit whore. I slide back up to the head and let it pop out of my mouth. Spending time with them helped. My clit rubbed into his pubic mound. She didn't want our eldest to have this same inner turmoil. It was her preferred way of preventing herself from expressing, on the rare occasions she didn't want to. asian “I’ll do that to your butt, several times.” Now that scared them. At this point, we are 4 months into the pregnancies.