Tera’s face shined with unconditional love. Her big, violet eyes brimmed with faithfulness, and her posture was servile and adoring. “I think she worships you now,” Justina chuckled, “after you passed out, she wouldn’t let me touch you. She hovered over your body like a protective mama bear, and I had to convince her that you’d be very angry with outdoor her if you came-to on a wood floor.” “Is the bed to your liking?” Tera asked hopefully from my other side, still on her knees, “I wanted to build an altar, but Justina told me you wouldn’t appreciate the ostentation.” public “An altar…” I mused, smiling weakly to myself, “that would’ve been interesting.” “Then I will build you an altar!” Tera proclaimed firmly, standing up and opening a nearby drawer, “I will build you a shrine! I will turn my humble abode into a temple for your worship! Stupid Justina and her stupid recommendations; of course, a god needs an altar! Why did I listen to her? Please forgive my stupidity, your… your… forgive me, but I do not know your preferred title.” “Your Holiness, will do fine,” I said, smirking at Justina as she barely controlled her laughter, “and I don’t need a temple; I need asian some aspirin.” Tera cursed herself for her lack of foresight (of course his holiness needs an aspirin, god, I’m so fucking stupid!), and then bustled into the kitchen. “She wouldn’t shut the fuck up about you,” Justina sniggered, “all she could talk about was how she was going to be your most faithful disciple, how she’d worship you endlessly, how she’d gladly give her life for you.” Justina glanced curiously at the slight bulge in the sheets between my legs, “You must be something else, Brandon.” Tera bustled into the room with aspirin capsules in one hand, and a bottle of her most expensive wine in the other. Apparently, water was too lowly a drink to grace my divine lips. She once again, cursed herself for her foolishness, and then ran back into the kitchen, before returning with the wine in a glass. She walked japanese over to me reverently, then got on her knees, and lifted the aspirin and wine above her head, casting her eyes downward, as though she were presenting me with a holy offering. “I know what she did was wrong,” Justina said as I accepted Tera’s offering, “but try not to take this too far; I would like my mother back, eventually. Now, your sister-” “Angela!” I said, nearly choking on the wine. I turned on Tera and yelled, “where is she?!” voyeur Tera cowered on the floor, prostrating herself and wailing about how she wasn’t worthy. Justina’s hand touched my shoulder, and I gawked when I saw the color of her eyes. “Hey, Brandon!” Angela’s girlish voice sung from Justina’s lips, whose irises were now my sister’s pale blue, “I’m inside a succubus; how cool is that? Well… I guess you know how cool it is, don’t you?” she sniggered, “Turns out, all you had to do to get laid was prove you were a god! Why didn’t I think of that before?” “How the hell…” I said, peering into the familiar eyes set in the face of another woman, “what did you do?” “It was you, actually,” Justina said, her eyes returning to violet, “you subconsciously created a connection between your sister and myself.” “Can she leave?” I asked. “Justina says I shouldn’t,” Angela piped-in, her blue eyes showing on the succubus’s face, “she says too much of your power is tied to me, and that I should stay in here or I’ll stunt your growth.” “All of your power was used on her,” Justina said, violet eyes returning, “the exertion of keeping her around was a drain on your potential. Think of your power as a muscle; to develop, it needs to be worked in increments. If it’s constantly under stress, it will atrophy.” “Justina says you might be able to create a new body for me!” Angela interrupted, abruptly changing Justina’s eye color, “She says you’re the Life Giver.” “I’m okay George, thank you; it’s just something that my father persuaded me to do. And with a renewed vigor she went to work. “You… You have a dick?!” After I tell her my number she gets in her car and rolls down the window. His hands were tightly gripped on her outdoor waist, holding her somewhat still so that he could screw her harder. I flipped over and felt her pull me against her body, wrapped her arms around me, and her breasts sensually pressed into my back as we spooned. Since she began lactating, her breasts have grown another two cup sizes. “She voyeur said see you on Sunday as she walked out the door on Friday” I replied I said through my gasping. The flared tip stretched the gaping asshole open even further as TAryn gasped and cringed. As they kissed, he would stop occasionally, to pull away and say, "Slut" or "Whore", and then slap her face. "Maybe this is the japanese right place for me," I thought, feeling elated from the woman who just left. Once more, Kerkman beat on his wand and his assistants looked at him with curious expressions. “No, we’re fine, just silly girlie stuff.” I heard asian her working through the nylon bag again, getting more items. Clint buried into my convulsing twat. She had this desperation about her. “I don’t give a shit what Sara wants. They are all aware of Dr. Cadbury’s reputation. She pulled my hair back, pulling me off her pussy. Minutes passed. Really?” she asked, chuckling. It just seemed to go on and on. “Oh,” he said, the joke, at last, sinking into his mind. I knew you’d love it… First time I saw you I knew I’d found a cocksucker.” She teased, her hand squeezing his soft ass with such force he whimpered around her public impressive girth. “And then the van pulled up.