“Greed.” I whispered, turning to Sorrow, “You were once called ‘Greed,’ weren’t you?” “Was I?” Sorrow replied, not seeming to care. “Can’t you tell?” I asked, gesturing to the poems. “It’s just blank parchment, Untethered One.” Sorrow looked pitifully at me, like she was examining a person who had lost their mind. I glanced at the door. “Can you see the door?” I asked her. Sorrow gave me that sad smile again, and shook her head. I felt an overwhelming lethargy that Hardcore goaded me to stay in this place of misery, to forever wallow in my comfortable despair, and make dazed love to the creature beside me. But then I thought of Mom, and Lucilla, and even had a passing thought of Justina, and I took Sorrow by the hand, and led her limply to the door. She tensed suddenly. “Take me no further, Untethered One.” Sorrow whispered. I glanced to the side, and saw that we had passed the first poem before the mausoleum’s entrance. I gripped Sorrow’s hand firmly, struggled through the apathy that told me to stop, and dragged the Sentient to the next poem. “Stop!” Sorrow cried, but she was a weak woman. I dragged her past the next pedestal, and she shrieked terribly, splitting my ears with the sound. I winced through it, and hauled Sorrow the last few steps, feeling her shrill screams ringing in my skull. I could barely see the door I was reaching for, but I forced Sorrow’s hand to grasp it, fumbled with the knob, and hauled it open. Part One: Capture the Flag WILLOWBUD threesome “…FUCK ME!” I cried, straddling Brandon in his office, his cock thrusting into me, his hands pulling my hair back as his mouth sucked on my jiggling, caramel breasts. He drove harder, his hips colliding with loud smacks, his tip pushing against my cervix, making my tongue loll from my gaping mouth as doggystyle I tits panted my exhilarating euphoria. God, he was deep this morning. I grinded across his lap, my back wrenching in a violent wave; shoulders pinching together, spine curving, hips jerking forward and back, my ass applauding behind me. I grabbed his head and pushed his face deeper, suffocating him with what little chest anal I had, growling my approval as I felt him teeth me in defiance. He stood up, our pelvises locked together, and he dropped me unceremoniously on his desk, papers and candles flying, dishes clattering as I was dragged mercilessly across its surface. His torso pressed to mine, his weight sank into me, and I hooked my ankles behind his driving ass, and pulled him deeper. Instead, she teased me, licking all up and down the shaft, occasionally focussing her tongue’s efforts on the head or on my balls just to tease me, occasionally looking up at me and giggling. Jennifer wasted little time, her tongue lapping at the streaks of jizz on Becky’s torso. But my father – even in his sleep – seemed to prefer my tension and tightness. Her words were doggystyle tight. She had to have been. The door shut behind him plunging his surroundings into darkness but he still felt the comfortable coolness he was feeling before. approached her. He brought his other finger up to his mouth and licked the rest of her juices off his digits. I crash as soon anal as I get home. Baby Girl said Daddy Hardcore I will be moving my Baby Girl clone to the other ship tomorrow they have finished the repairs and are ready to get the AI’s updated. There weren't many shoppers, but there were probably half a tits dozen from where we could threesome see. As he passed me my drink, my friends made there way back into the bar.