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Instead, the entire brothel district began to rise. The buildings groaned Hairy as their foundations were lifted in increments, and the once-flat district became a terraced hill divided by sheer walls that had once been alleyways. Willowbud hunched her shoulders, and the elevated city blocks began to slide down the mountain she’d made, coalescing at the bottom like refuse down a chute, stacking into makeshift towers, and nestling beneath newly-formed causeways. What was left in their place, were four perfectly-smooth triangular slabs. The brothel district had become the crowded the base of a massive pyramid, and the roads that once divided it, had become the structure’s polished sides. “Holy shit.” I whispered. From the side pointing to Drastin’s downtown, Willowbud formed an extravagant staircase, lined with hundreds of statues of naked women in various poses of lechery. At the base of this staircase, stood a seven-hundred-foot-tall statue of Astrid. She was nude, her spread legs creating an archway over the staircase, her wings spanning resplendently, her face cast stoically skyward as her arms stretched above her to hold the Sword of Iona aloft. The blade was made of polished iron that gleamed black in the sunlight, and its length added another five hundred feet to the statue, making it the tallest structure in Drastin by far. Bondage There was a rumble behind me, and I turned to see The Screeching Siren was gone. In its place, was Tera. Her thick, stone legs straddled the pyramid, their voluptuous lengths running hundreds of feet down two of its sides, before coming to stiletto heels, her only garment. She looked over her shoulder, her stone hair flowing about her horns and covering one eye, her smiling lips pursed behind an extended index finger that asked for secrecy. Her shoulders were pinched together above an arching back, whose spine sloped gracefully into a pointed tail that curled backward above two, bulging cheeks, which in turn, opened at the spreading of Tera’s legs, where her other hand forked two fingers for the slit entrance of Willowbud’s new temple. “There,” Willowbud panted, her body drenched with sweat, “a fucking miracle. I call it: ‘The Pussy Palace,’ because I’m shit at naming things.” Willowbud struggled to her Big Tits feet, legs shaking. She wobbled over to us, then collapsed into our arms. I didn’t know why I didn’t let her drop. Ryan was spending every night in my bed, and he got back into the habit of waking me up each morning by playing with my pussy; or if I was sleeping with my back to him he would cuddle-up and start fucking me from behind. No, that’s not right. Alexis took a few steps back. Joseph, I don't want to sound like a girl Bondage with a teenaged crush but I'm scared I have fallen in love with you and Ol'Jack. Honestly, you're like my best friend here. I lazily nodded, and she wrote a little more down. What was up with this skirt I was wearing? That couldn't happen, It was called so because of the pink coloured bronik tree that grew in the middle of the forest. She darted into the living room where we'd been relaxing, cuddling on the couch and watching some kinky, lesbian porn. Damn him. He shut the door and raised a questioning eyebrow at me, and I handed him my phone. She was sobbing as he handed her a large glass of ice water and told her to drink. Her legs sat tight Big Tits together and part of her dress tucked neatly between her upper legs and crotch. My Bio: Just as they started Hairy getting into bed, the door opened up.