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I waited until my eyes adjusted, then I lowered my forearm to reveal the realm of Chaos. My heart jumped into my throat, my breath caught. I turned around and lunged for the door, but it was shut and locked, as immovable as a boulder. “Angela! Arbitrus!” I screamed, but it was futile. No one could hear me. I wasn’t even transmitting back to my realm anymore. But of course, I wasn’t. I turned to my left, and saw the thought I’d just had form against the wall. I gulped, and turned back around. Immense, black clouds were illuminated by streaks of golden light, the rays bursting through the puffy reaches of storms, and casting over distant sheets of rain. The red, orange and yellow sky painted a dramatic ceiling over the endless landscape. Mountains jutted defiantly from the earth, fjords cut violently through it, and rolling hills contoured it between the extremes. Great rivers traversed the gashes in the landscape, interracial before snaking to more gentler terrains, and emptying into bays. An ocean reflected the spectacular sky, its surface like glass, the storms to babe the east not touching it. A single marlin disturbed the medium, flew in an arc, then splashed silently back into the water. Great forests blanketed the hills, grasslands covered the homemade plains, eagles glided through the fjords to catch fish in the streams below. Chaos wasn’t a Sentient. Chaos was tethered. Chaos was alive. Part Four: At the Precipice FREYDIS A lone high-elf stood on the balcony of the northwest tower, but even from a mile away, I could tell it was not the Bound One. It was the one called ‘Sara,’ the one who had ordered my violation, the one who the Bound One had promised I could kill when this was all over. Honor demanded that she die, but I had to admit, I would find satisfaction in her end. I debated whether I should accept her invitation. I knew why she was there. Sara was made of treachery, but she was redhead pragmatic, and the Bound One was less so. I’d known the Bound One to be hard when hardness was necessary, but I also knew she’d only tease act as such after all perceived easier routes had been exhausted. Everyone was sitting down around the table eating their breakfast. I have to kiss you. I was in a trance, and felt like I was on a ride I couldn't control. I’m sure George would appreciate a detailed story of his wife being fucked all day. “Can't wait for dinner, right, okaasan?” Kimiko asked in Japanese. She had bright red hair and was wearing a short black dress homemade that had many parts open tease along with a pair of black fuck me boots. Deb would have shouted if she could lift her head from her oldest daughter's crotch. Because if you babe don't . . . More than they knew. I’m not wet at my rear, and despite the oil coating him there’s a sharp piercing pain as he breaks though the ring of muscle, and I cry out. She grappled with my arms until they were forced behind my head, pushing my face forward, “Watch what he does to you. It’s curious that you only went after Carson as soon as he redhead got someone else. “You’ll be interracial okay,” Silas whispered in his ear, finally easing his weight onto the boy so he could rock his hips with less concentration on his arm muscles. Or be gangbanged, too. “Roger, are you in?” Jill asked. Then with the side of his foot, he Kicked my feet apart spreading my legs and giving him easy access to my smoothly waxed pussy.