WILLOWBUD I wasn’t sure where I was going. West, I guessed. It was cold now, oddly so. The glassy surface beneath my feet was cool to the touch, and the wind that swept past me was more like the dry bluster of fall than the humid caress of summer. I licked my lips, tasting Justina on their chapped surfaces, and I huddled in my arms, bending against the wind. My encounter with my cousin had been… less than jovial. I remembered who she was, and I remembered what I’d done to her, but she still perky seemed like a stranger to me. And having a stranger jump on your face and make you eat her insides can be a traumatic experience to say the least. I’d expected her to cut my throat, or at least enslave Hardcore me. It was only after the ordeal that I remembered what I was, and realized my fears were unfounded, but terror has a funny way of tits driving off amateur rationality. But I was used to terror, as that was all Willowbud knew, so I shook it off, and added it to the growing list of psychological scars, each successive one less painful than the one before it. I hoped Justina found some semblance of peace, and I also hoped to never see her again. I was off to nowhere, and feeling pretty good about going there. Goddamn, it was cold though. I looked down, and realized my feet were sticking to the glossy ground, glued to it but the cooled moisture beneath my soles. I pried them free, and felt the faint burn of frost on them. I frowned, and listened to the rock. Nothing. The ash that blanketed the world dulled the subterranean noises like snow dulled sound. I listened closer. Did I hear footsteps? pov One foot was dragging slightly behind the other, like its bearer was limping. I squinted into the haze. It had cleared somewhat since I’d first emerged, and through it, I could see the faint outline of a woman. ASTRID I squinted into the haze, not sure if I was seeing anything. The A.I. had been recording all of their activities on the planet from the tits very first, to watch for developing anomalies. If your regular doctor balks at giving you that preion, just come back to me and I will fill it in for you. amateur Lucie asked in a low voice seemingly afraid she was going to be attacked again. I was so horny, I just perky texted her and begged her to fuck me like a slut.” maybe at a sleepover? Then, I told him Kelly and I had talked and decided to get the two of them to give her a threesome as a revenge fuck, where Kelly and I would be taking pictures and video so she could throw the experience in Kyle’s face if he decided to brag about his secretary, he just nodded at me. When I asked him what that meant, he said, “I’m not going to lie…it’s difficult to head over there for pool parties, with her amazing tits in that bikini…and that ass…but I’d never have said that, or done anything with her without something like this.” So, I guess he wasn’t the one who was making things awkward during the failed swinging attempt? I urged John to go remind them that the party was starting, figuring in my head that they may abuse him sexually for a while, which he would not mind one bit. If only there were some way to get this monster to leave her somewhere, or…. “And Hardcore if they don't have brothers, there are plenty of men who don't have sisters.” Evelyn smiled though she knew inside, this could go badly if her daughter lost control. “Then get me another drink.” And you were awesome!”, I said. “You little bitch!” Lisa hissed in rage. Each time she arched her back another squirt of pee hit me in the face, which I had raised to watch. pov How about you?” That would be her step-father, Mr. Albertson. She tensed up, waiting to hear me walk away, but instead, she shivered when I rested my hand on the top of her head, and even began to purr as I rubbed her ears. Bobby poured what was left of the beer into their mugs. Then I felt the young black Haitian college guy Zhedd's, warm creamy-white semen ejaculating into me. He was really emptying his balls into me; I could feel it flowing down into the opening of my cervix and into my uterus.