“Take that big nigga dick,” Aunt Roberta’s husband yelled.“Oh yes,” screamed Braylin.“Damn, bitch! You been takin’ them got-damn pills I...gave you too.”“Yes, Daddy!”“Li’l bitch titties growing. I like that shit!”“Fuck my li’l faggot ass, Daddy”“Ooh yeah, sissy! Now, we got another nigga over here watching me fuck you!”“Yes, sir!”“You turning into a real faggot hoe! That’s what I like!”“Really?!?”“Yeah ask that nigga if he wanna take over.”Damian gladly jumped in. He had been stroking his fat. As they talked, I began to think about how my luck had turned from being lost in the middle of a forest to traveling with three gorgeous Night Elves. Just as I was imagining what I would do to each one of them, Anazune cleared her throat.She stood and walked over to me, standing above me. After a moment, she dropped to her knees in front of me and looked into my eyes. "Dalas, we have been many nights without companionship, and none of us have ever been with a human. Would you please do us the. I don’t know for sure. Maybe Pierre Hatch, after your uncle. Instead, I was aborted by my own mother, your ex-wife, Melanie Hatch. Your mother, my grandmother, was named Emmanuelle Marie-Louise Duchamp, in Port-Au-Prince, Haiti. I know that much. She married Reverend Andrew Hatch, converted to Protestant, Baptist Christianity instead of voodoo, but you returned to her faith, rejecting your father’s ... my grandfather’s.“I completely understand why, too. Voodoo, Santeria, these ways are the ways. ‘And when I get back I’ll make you some breakfast, if that’s okay.’ ‘Nonono,’ he said, ‘no need for all that bother. I’ll just make some toast and jam.’ ‘No you won’t,’ she said. He was like a little boy, curious, eager to please, and she realized she was treating him as she had treated her little brothers all those years ago. ‘You’ll let me make you a proper breakfast. And you’ll eat it and like it, okay?’ ‘Yes, mum.’ He yawned, and she saw the exhaustion washing over his body and face. She.