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“That you did,” she said, looking at the ashes, “and you did quite a good job of it.” “I’m sorry,” I barely spoke, breathing ragged with eminent weeping, “I’m so, so sorry.” “Mother told me you would be really sad,” my daughter said as she walked toward me, “she said not to blame you for killing her, she said it was her own fault.” “No,” I replied softly, turning my hand over in the ashes, “I chose to do this. I wanted to do this. I’m evil.” “You’re not evil!” my daughter laughed, sitting cross-legged across from me, “You’re my dad, and since I’m not evil, that means you can’t be either! Everyone knows evil is hereditary.” “Everyone knows that, huh?” I said numbly, “Who’s everyone?” “Um…” my daughter said, eyes wide, looking bewildered, “I think I just made that up. What is that called, when you say something that’s not true?” “A lie.” I replied, undoubtedly looking as bewildered as my daughter. “A lie!” she exclaimed proudly, “I just told a lie! Maybe I am evil!” “Passion taught you the word ‘hereditary,’ but she didn’t teach you about lying?” I asked. “Don’t be too hard on her,” my daughter insisted in almost a scolding tone, “she only had about thirty seconds to teach me language, motor skills, concepts of life and death, math, physics, biology, and history before you blew her up.” “Oh.” I replied, dropping my head, my emotions a dumbing mixture of confusion, grief and shame. “Hey,” my daughter smiled, putting a hand on my knee, “she also taught me about how great a person you are; fetish how kind and loving you can be, how gentle and patient you are.” “I’m none of those things.” I whispered, a tear rolling down my cheek. “You are all of those things,” my daughter grinned brightly, “and I love you, Dad.” My daughter crawled forward, turned around, and sat in my lap. She snuggled into my abdomen, made a pillow of my breasts, and then folded my arms around her. I sat stupidly for a moment, terrified and confused, ashamed and Brunette bewildered. Some primal, instinctual feeling began to swell within me. It was a warmth in my chest, a thrumming in my heart, a softness in my troubled mind. This was my child; I knew it without having to know, felt it without having to feel. Maternal and paternal instincts kicked-in, and I pulled my daughter into a protective, loving embrace, placed my lips on her crown and kissed her. She was Passion’s gift to me, the surprise she no-doubt Hardcore thought would cement a love she’d engineered, but a love I had felt nonetheless. It made the handjob guilt almost unbearable, but the warmth of my daughter’s form quelled the anguish. I made a silent promise to the woman I’d murdered; no harm would come to our daughter. I swore it on what was left of my soul. “The last thing Mother told me,” my daughter said softly, “was to help you find someone called ‘The Life Giver.’ She said The Life Giver could rebuild the womb and save Arbortus.” “The Life Giver is a Creator,” I said, resting my chin on my daughter’s head, “like me. No one knows who, what or where he or she is.” “He’s a human boy,” my daughter said, “his name’s Bradley, or Bradford, or something. He lives in Drastin with a vampire.” “What?” I exclaimed, “How do you know?” “Mother had a permanent connection with all creatures born here.” the girl said, splaying her arms out dramatically to the darkness, “Some old succubus was hanging out with this Brant guy, and she was born here, so Mother knew where he was. She told me the vampires address, told me to tell you, pornstar and then she died.” Taking his free hand, he brought it down to her pussy, rubbing her sensitive lips while pumping into her. Different from being with a boy.” He was an intricate young boy and she couldn’t wait to find out all about him. “A saliva sample?” Bryan asked. Ummphh!! Me - Will it make me hard instantly? I ask, a frown on my face as I approach. After relentlessly fucking his little cum whore, Jim watched as handjob she jumped up and ran into the shower to wait for him. The Bearded Peaks backboned the continent along the western seaboard, starting at the latitudinal line that bisected the Highland kingdom, and ending in the Tropics at the southernmost point of the landmass. I didn’t even have to try. It enraged her, the torment and fears melting into her veins until they were molten streams of hatred; she refused to become like that, to become less than nothing. Me and pornstar Niky were on the window smoking and having some Brunette beer when Mariana came, she was wearing her t shirt while me and Niky still Naked. “Not the way I plan on it,” she said. “Only if I get caught.” I rolled away from the bed. The knot ballooned to twice the size in seconds and I screamed with pleasure as I became fuller than I’d ever been before. “Well, hello there. Lisa was definitely bold. She did and we took it in turns to fill our pussies and squirt as far as we could. Her whole body was tensing up. They got the message, they had four weeks to prove that I would want them and their three orifices each from then on. She leaves only the tip inside me. Oh well - at least partly disguises the shape of my nipples, which seem to have remained permanently erect since my processing. Arnial added one more thing from her carried clothing, it was a dark green cloak that would allow her to blend with most shadows. Thank You that has been a big help to me and the sisters. She rolled over onto her other side and blinked a few times in surprise at the sight before her. The smell of pussy and cum mixed together....it was so so faint. And right away an older male Hardcore of the human species took an interest in me and when I approached him in a fearful fetish and shy way, he reached down to pick me up and hold me until I was comfortable with him. My first reaction was that Lucilla looked slightly different.