The perverse reality echoed in my mind as I buried myself in the foliage I’d created. I felt familiar hands dicksucking on my shoulders, and a pair of beautiful violet eyes filled my vision. “Brandon?” Tera asked as she righted me into asian a seated position with my back resting on the enormous pumpkin I’d just made, “Are you alright?” “I am not,” I said grumpily, “I am actually very far from alright. How are you?” “I’m feeling a little vindicated, to be honest,” Tera smirked, sitting next to me and resting her head on my shoulder, “all that grief I got from you about incest, and now…” “Don’t,” I groaned, “just… don’t.” Gloria stepped daintily through the garden that was once her room, avoiding the patches of soil that now covered her carpet and crinkling her nose at the dead raccoon-squirrel I had accidentally created. She sat cross-legged across from me in a bed of orchids, leveled her red eyes on me, and bowed her head in respect. “Your Holiness,” she uttered with some reverence, “I’m honored to have you in my home.” “Oh, now it’s ‘Your Holiness,’ huh?” I scoffed, feeling very bitter about my situation, “just a few minutes ago I was a hillbilly from a shithole.” “You still Hardcore are,” Gloria said, her blood-red lips quirking in a slight smirk, “you’re just a holy hillbilly from a shithole.” “Gloria’s a Creationist,” Tera said from my shoulder, “and she’s one of the only people alive to have actually known past Creators. She will be a valuable ally to you.” “I knew Droktin, the last Earth Former, Trenok, the last Life Giver, and Arbitrus Gen, the japanese last Heat Bringer.” Gloria said, “I knew Trenok especially well, as his brother and I were lovers once.” “You were lovers with Wrath?” Tera asked. “Yes,” Gloria said, her face falling into an expression of melancholy, “Halok was a great man in his time. Watching him degrade after Trenok passed was… difficult to say the least. It is not a fate I’d wish on my worst enemy, which is why it is imperative that you bind with your sister.” “Can’t we just…” I said, searching vainly for a way out of doing what Gloria said I had to do, “is there any other way I can make sure Angela doesn’t become Sentient?” “Trenok tried everything,” Gloria said, shaking her head, “he worked for the last fifty years of his life to find a way to make Halok mortal, but he couldn’t. He even Hairy tried lying with him, and that didn’t work. The sex isn’t enough to seal the bind; there has to be love, romantic love, for a bind to seal.” “Well, that’s not going to happen,” I mumbled, “Angela’s doomed.” “Are you sure?” Gloria said, “Because-” “Not! Gonna! Happen!” I yelled, and then slouched against the pumpkin. Tera pet my head consolingly as Gloria studied me, her lips pursed and her finger drumming on her knee. “I have a method, Your Holiness,” Gloria finally said, “of making someone receptive to an idea they otherwise might find… distasteful.” “I don’t need any more crazy bitches trying to fuck with my head, thank you very much.” I replied curtly. “Any more?” Gloria smiled, “Did Tera try to enslave you?” “I did,” Tera murmured, running her hand down the back of my head, and massaging my neck, “it obviously didn’t work.” Each time they Hardcore put something on me they had to tweak my nipples and play with my pussy (men as well). “What’s going on, everything ok?” I yell as I stand next to her. “And how asian do you like being used carnally like a common whore?” I enquired. Why couldn’t you just let us be happy.” Lena asked softly, not making eye contact as she shrugged the women's jacket off over her shoulders. “Sure you dicksucking can. Besides," she smiled as she ran both hands down her exposed thigh. She was the best new recruit he’d found for his stables in nearly a month. “Great…well that’s settled then” she said putting her arms around him and planting a kiss on his lips just as the late lamentable Johnny happened by with a bunch of his mates. Stepping behind her I spread her cheeks and rammed into her in one shove. Arthur was fondling my tits and encouraging Deb not to stop . . . It was Hairy hard to push my fingers in deeper, brushing over the soft little nub inside of me. I moaned, my fingers curled up further, my movements faster. Jake could see their folds japanese glistening with their fluids. I quietly slid open the door and stepped out onto the balcony. I groaned, loving the bliss around me. Orlanda's delightful pussy drained my cock. “If I worked out in a low-cut top, these babies would knock me out cold. I felt the futa's hard cock through my wife's flesh. Linda rushed to Josh pulling down his shorts. His hand got quicker and he began to squirm as his body prepared itself. “My parents don’t trust me anymore.” I said, detaching myself from her.