It would become Petra’s… darkness. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his hunger even greater. xxx 18 I guided him to stop his thrusts, and ran my fingers along his half-buried shaft, and through the pummeled folds of Joy. She reached beneath herself, grabbed the glutes her father was already gripping, and she spread herself wider. Neither were around. Good, they could not know. “What is your nature, Vita?” I hissed at him, “This thought you wear fits you like a glove!” Then I turned to Joy, “As does yours, Daughter.”
“As does yours, Mother.” Joy sneered back. For I was seeing a dark side of Joy, a side that desired to horde the wealth of nations, and live in splendor as an idol.
