I sighed, and looked at the endless wasteland. One volcano stood high above the others, about one-hundred miles away. I puffed out my asian cheeks, blew air through flapping lips, leapt to my feet, and started my journey. The spaces between mountains were flat, with not a hill to ease the gradient. Hatred’s world was one of extremes; it was either a plateau, or a sheer cliff. I found a steam-powered cart sitting on derelict tracks, and I gratefully sat in the passenger’s seat, and pulled the crank. My head shot back, my neck whiplashed, and my eyelids and lips peeled as I rocketed across Hatred’s realm. The cart came to a lurching stop, and I was at the entrance to Hatred’s center. It was a cave at the bottom of the volcano, paneled with stone slabs, and lined with pedestals that were illuminated by magmatic light from slotted windows. At the very back, MILF sitting on a podium, was a bible. Like Wrath’s realm, the pedestals showed paintings, each one crafted by less-experienced hands, until the one closest to the bible looked to have been created by a toddler. Only unlike Wrath’s center, I could easily tell what each painting was. The newest painting was of two suns: one yellow, and one red; the earthly, and astral suns, I guessed. Between Hardcore them, was a frayed and torn rope, and holding the other end of the rope, was Hatred. I moved to the next painting, and the suns were closer together, and the end of the rope between the suns had a knot before its break. Hatred still held her end, but the detail of her figure was noticeably simpler. I moved to the next painting, and Hairy the suns were even closer, the knotted rope had two frayed ends forking from it, and Hatred’s proportions were exaggerated, like a cartoon’s. I moved to the last painting, this one done with finger-paint, and the suns were one, creating an eclipse as seen in the astral plane, lashed together by the rope. Holding the other end of the rope, was a stick-figure drawing of an elf. Not Hatred, but a smiley-faced woman. “Joy…” I murmured, “ This was once a warmer place, of kind eyes on morning’s face, I remember the song of birds, and the joy in my holy mother’s words. ” I recited softly, trying to piece-together the puzzle. Hatred remembered being tethered, when birds sung in her realm of life, when the twin suns showed warmly, ‘of kind eyes on morning’s face,’ and when she thought her holy purpose was to bring joy to the world. Much like Serenity and Passion, Joy had an emotive purpose that had been dictated by her Live Giver. “You were tethered to the astral sun.” I said, staring at the last painting, “But when the eclipse ended, you became Sentient, and…” my eyes fell to bible at the very back of the room. I walked cautiously to it, and opened the oldest piece of Hatred. In the dawn, there were but two. The Holy Virgin walked alone upon the world, bathed in her light, while The Interloper walked beneath it, reveling in the dark… I skimmed ahead to the first day, On the first day, The Holy Mother created life, the land on which it walked, and the sun with which it shined. She birthed those that japanese would carry her likeness; the human, elf, dwarf and nymph; the orc, goblin, ogre and troll; the centaur, siren… That part was still the same. I skipped through the list of the Holy Mother’s supposed creations until I got to the third day, the day that had been changed in Wrath’s bible, but that was also the same. On the third day, The Holy Mother created wind… In Hatred’s book, it was the second day that had been changed, but it hadn’t been changed just once. On the second day, The Holy Mother- ON THE SECOND DAY, THE HOLY MOTHER CREATED HATRED, FOR ALL THAT IS JOY TURNS TO DUST IN THE END! The original text was crudely written-over, by big, bold lettering. “What the heck is going…” I trailed off, and looked down. There were black footprints beneath my feet. I frowned, dipped my finger in the ash that littered the volcanic floor, and wrote into the bible: On the second day, The Holy Mother created… but the text disappeared almost as soon as I’d written it. now kneel in front of her as he whisked off her Hairy last shed of clothing. At least he hadn’t keeled over with laughter. "You can do what you're told, and get fucked," she said in a low growl, "or you can make me upset!" Tina and Amy showed up almost exactly when they said they japanese would. I mean, it would be rape. Rationally, I knew the likelihood of Freydis crashing was slim, but that didn’t stop me from imagining the nosedive. Each time I twitch there is a clink from my chains. The stimulation of full titty immersion, combined with her riding techniques, cost me my control and I released a white flood into her slender body. None of my shots were at someone that was no more than 8-10 feet away from me. In the military, I was shooting my weapon at people that were usually about 100-200 feet away. A small part of him was afraid that this was a trick to get him to her or hire her Hardcore again. They asian shared their real lives over lunch. In my heart, I knew that having her deep in my bowels would give me relief even though my mind questioned that logic. He smiled down at her and brushed her bangs away again. Creamy rump cheeks jiggled with the impact and then deformed to match the furry contours of the canine’s rear legs and tummy. I felt my shaft again begin to get hard. Valerie would cum time and time again while he completed the cycle. He fucked my ass so hard. This took the other Dave completely by surprise and forced him on the defensive. It swept through me. This wonderful, amazing bliss. I had seen it around the house. “I could kneel over you for five minutes, or perhaps even longer while I teased you and masturbated my shaved cunt for you. The thin veneer of normalcy she had built for herself shattering. But seriously, don’t do that. Those words felt like a chilling sensation. I don’t know how Greg does it but my wife their baby MILF and him have even been on holiday he never says what he tells his real wife why he disappears for a week. How did you pay for the clothes, sir, and do you have a receipt?” As we were standing there one of the guys said look at her she is dripping and pointed to my mother. “Is that in readiness for me inviting my parents to come and meet you and see where I now live?” I joked.