Mom shot upright, and took me in her arms, her eyes wide above our kiss. They were black eyes. So were mine. The fire around us burned black, and the patterns that blazed from my olive flesh were the same designs that had decorated Aunt Lucilla, but instead of white, the intricate swooshes and flaming knots smoldered like molten obsidian. And I was not the only Bound One, for as Mom’s back stitched together beneath my palms, her flesh became patterned. The soul of an Elemental had been bound with another, so they marked each other as Petranumen and Vitanimus had done millions of years ago, and from their joining, they created another. Me. The clockwork of the universe was forced into synchronization, and the hands aligned to deliver the blowjob 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 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, and black. The corrupted shell of Petranumen was the third Bound One, and she anal tinged our bodily patterns to her hue, tattooed asian 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 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 as day, etched 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 japanese fingers into the fat of my pussy 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 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 Well, that was a bitch to write. Every successive chapter of this second book was more difficult to author than the last, and this one was the worst by far. “When you changed into this form,” I muttered to her, guiding her arms to uncross so that her shirt could fall off her, “you grabbed Yavara’s head, and throat-fucked her until you came. “Oh, yes, President Futa, I'm going to cum!” The girls quickly changed positions and as Sally bent down placing her hands on the stool in the change room Jan moved in behind and slowly began inserting the big black cock in to Sally’s very juicy pussy, inch by inch until the whole ten inches had been swallowed up and only then did Jan start to retract the cock until she had exposed about half its pussy length and then she blowjob ground back in slowly at first then increasing the pace as Sally began to beg. OK, off with the blanket. Then Glenda asked, "Well, would you do it again?" Once anal a cat, always a asian cat. I kicked off my shoes then shoved down my pants and boxers. I was starting to get used to it. Let’s go at it again in the shower.” I crept forward japanese and groaned.