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The shame and regret in their expressions dwindled, and the desire overtook the love that was there. Then, I would show him the kind of love I felt for him. Only power, greed, and corruption. I hummed a moan into her leaking depths, watching her as she watched me, caressing myself where I was vacant and aching with need. So great was Vita’s girth, that I could feel his bulge through the pressing flat of my daughter’s pelvis. I remembered that these skins we wore were just indulgences we took in lesser pleasures, and that the people we were outside of them would regret this forever. I just had to goad the wants of his new flesh. For power only covets more of itself, and now that the warlord was dead, there was a great vacuum of power.
