“You really are a genius,” Gloria sneered, “I am truly blessed to be in the service of such an enlightened god.” “Well,” I shot back, “you’re three-thousand years old; you tell me what to do!” Gloria’s crimson eyes softened from beneath her veil, and she placed a calming hand on my shoulder. “Patience,” she smiled, “I would tell you to be patient. Very little good has ever come imwf from brash, violent action.” “And a whole lot of bad has come from procrastinating.” I muttered, “Sometimes people need to die.” “Willowbud is a god, Your Holiness,” Gloria lectured softly, “and I cannot allow you to harm her.” “She didn’t have the same feelings about you.” I scoffed. “She’s melded to Corruption,” Gloria replied, “her actions Cuckold are hardly her own. Right now, we need to tread carefully, and hone your skills. Tera is more than capable of handling herself, and your sister can’t die twice. Let them find a balance with their captor, while we figure out something that doesn’t involve you dying.” “I could take her.” I said, hoping I sounded much more confident than I felt. “I’m sure you could,” Gloria smirked, clasping her gloved hand in mine, “she’s a seasoned killer with an untold body count, and you’re a farmer who shovels pig shit. I’m sure you would’ve done just fine.” “I should’ve left you in the street.” I grumbled as Gloria walked me back to her house. “Oh, you don’t mean that,” Gloria’s red eyes smiled suggestively at me, “not after I’ve shown you how grateful I am to you for saving my life. C’mon, my brave, fearsome, pig-shit-shoveling god; let’s go back to my place, and continue your training.” Gloria was stubborn, Gloria was condescending, and Gloria was certainly grateful. If my teachers in Towerhead lectured me like she did, I wouldn’t have needed Angela to feed me test answers. “Mmm,” the vampire hummed delectably, her red lips pulling my nipple from my chest in a chorus of wet slurps, her crimson eyes smiling up at me, her pale form cast in the scarlet hue of her home’s torchlight, “focus, Your Holiness; what is it you want to create?” “Ah, shit,” I moaned as her cool fingers stroked my curved-back cock to new levels of arousal, causing it pulse in her soft hand, “I… uh… I want to make a fox.” “Ambitious,” Gloria grinned, displaying white fangs from the lush outline of her mouth, “picture it in your mind.” I tried, I really did, but it was damned hard to picture anything when my vision was filled with Gloria. Her luxuriantly-curled black hair was tossed to the side and tickling my ribs, her desi luscious, red lips were quirked beneath her high cheekbones and almond-shaped eyes, her pale, voluptuous body was pressed to mine, and her slit was leaking its desire against my trembling thigh. She had on a corset that barely contained her bulging bosom, and fishnet stockings white wife that clung to her thighs so tightly, her succulent flesh was protruding from the netting. “Focus…” she hissed, one crimson eye closing in a knowing wink, “make me a perfect, little fox, and I’ll let you do anything to me. You know I will; you know I’ll love it.” Goddamn it, I thought, desperately trying to remember what the fuck a fox even was, my mind was so preoccupied, bushy tail… orange fur… are they cats? No, they’re dogs. Pointed ears… white highlights… Angela stroking me, her breath on my lips, her breasts on my chest, her… “Am I distracting you?” Gloria smirked, her red tongue circling my nipple, and trailing lower. “Your fucking witchcraft is,” I groaned, “I would really like it if you un-fucked my mind.” “Having dirty thought about your sister, hmm?” Gloria chuckled, tongue sliding lower and lower, a trail of saliva sheening my abdomen, “Sorry, Your Holiness, but the change is permanent. You can pretend I’m her, if it helps.” “God, I fucking hate you.” I grumbled as Gloria’s playful mouth moved to my pelvis. “You can show me just how much you hate me,” Gloria giggled, stopping just before my shaft, “once you make me a new pet.” Her lips hovered just above my tip, her breath blowing gently on the froth of precum at its apex, her eyes smiling teasingly from the indian black outline of her eyeshadow. A single, elegant finger ran up my length, brushing along every bump and vein, and then sliding back down, caressing me, petting me. Another finger moved into the lacing of her corset, and freed her breasts in a wonderful jiggle. We passed the rest imwf of the day on white wife a zip-lining adventure through the jungle canopy, the girls screaming in delight as they whizzed through the mountain-top mazes at breathtaking speeds, hanging upside down, posing for pictures, and laughing uproariously. "Alice, mistakes happen. I will have you in a special apparatus by the refreshment table. Remarkably she was still alive, albeit in even worse shape than before. “And what happens to bad girls?” “No church?” I asked, my stomach twisting. John sits on one side of her and Sharon sits on the other side. If we spill the beans, people will judge me.” May defended herself. She closed the door behind herself and moved over to the chair facing his. I sweated as they drove us into downtown Sacramento. The desk creaked beneath me. She pumped with such indian passion. She stroked Cindy's black brows with her thumb. I don’t even know this guys name but I desi think he goes to my school. “I will talk to the Count.” I know you don't want to hear this, but this chick ain't called ya in a week and you don't think she's out with an old boyfriend. “It’s Monday morning, you were brought in last night!” She was now right by my side, holding my hand, more like squeezing it. I think I even caught her glancing to my dick. Dark eyebrows drawn on, black liner around the eyes and a bluish tint under her eyes on her upper cheeks. Shining a light directly in her eye, her vision blurred again, making her lose focus of him. I felt her petals give way to my rigid heat, and I felt her body weight shift slowly backward. I left with Kelli and Thumbelina to pick up Bruce, we helped him into the car and took him to their shop. The next room turned out to be the bedroom Sheila shared with her partner, Lucia. They were all entangled but to me, it was very nice to see. It had been three days since we left Castle Thorum, and though I slept beside Furia every night, the breakneck pace Yavara set us upon left everyone, even the nymphs, too exhausted to do anything but collapse into slumber when night fell. She still looked pretty good for her age. I began to get undressed. Hailey screamed as the dog drove his sharp red cock deep into her body drawing a few murmurs from the crowd and the collie grasped Hailey's hips and began to fuck her hard, his front paws pulling her back on and his rear paws scratching the backs of her calves. I want to feel you inside me!” Your ass. As I tried and got nowhere, Pedro finally said, "Oops, my bad." Any of the above sound interesting to you?” Amelia ordered her brother after a minute or two of getting used to each other's bodies. “All my clothes?” the girl asked. “It sucks and all, but it taught me about what I didn’t want. I finished with Momo, making her Cuckold climax again and again and leaving her pussy flooded with semen. Excited with the possibilities, my mind inflamed, I returned to the living room. So I stood up as I stroked my cock, aiming it right at my granny's ass. I can see how beautiful she is… she tries to cover it up with this Goth stuff and black makeup and piercings on all the sexy bits, but it just makes her sexier doesn’t it?”