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Aspect of the Demon	By : DevilDuck Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > General Views: 29184 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Aspect of the Demon: Third Manifestation Part 2
Two days ago Buffy had decided to not just accept but embrace the changes in her life and to her body. She would own her sexuality, the fact that she was a powerful, dominant, bedicked woman. No longer would she live in denial, repressing her desires until she was overwhelmed by the consistent tempting and teasing of her housemates. In that time she had learned two things; first, that she was always horny, and second, nothing would prevent awkward conversations like this.
“Mom, I’m fine,” she sighed. Rolling her eyes was better than getting angry; unlike the rest of her housemates Buffy knew her mother’s needling was well intended. She wasn’t trying to pull anything, wasn’t trying to trick her in any way so there was no need for the Slayer to get worked up. There was no need for her to force the older woman to her knees and jam her dick down her throat until she learned better. “I don’t need to fuck anyone.”
“Are you sure? I thought I saw your dick twitch.”
“It does that.” Especially when you insist on talking about it.
“No, it swings and bounces and bobs under that skirt but twitching is something else. I know my baby girl well enough to know what that means.” This was a very strange thing to express such motherly concern about. “That means that it’s been too long since you last had sex, that your balls are starting to get heavy with cum. Before long you’ll start leaking, filling the air with your thick musk. If that happens when you're out you’d be at the mercy of any woman who got a whiff of you.”
“Ugh, Mom.” There was another twitch, though this one was in Buffy’s wrist as she resisted the urge to grab her cock and start jerking off right in the kitchen.
“I don’t want anyone taking advantage of you so you’re going to fuck someone before you leave here.”
Buffy tried to object once more but she was drowned out by her mother calling for Faith and Dawn to come there. Buffy knew which one would answer that call; she had left the other Slayer a barely conscious, slime coated mess. Despite her new outlook on life she actually felt a little bad about that. That had been something of a slip.
She had been trying to find some way to control her dick, to keep those swings, bounces, and bobs her mother talked about in check now that pants were off the table, without much success. Much time was wasted trying to get a condom to stretch over her cockhead in the hopes of using the latex to capture the inevitable leakage before Buffy admitted that she was just too big for the normal, and somewhat dusty, ones from the back of her drawer. It might be worth investing in some extra-large, maybe even joke condoms in the hopes that they could do the job, not that Buffy could see wearing one during sex nor could she imagine how she had ever gotten a man to, but find those would be a problem for the future.
In the present, or the recent past, there were still things she could try in her quest for control. It should have been possible to tie her dick to thigh, to nestle her shaft against the firm muscles but the right tool was called for. At first a ribbon looked like it would work; she had a piece of material soft enough to almost be comfortable and just long enough to loop once around her leg and member, the question was one of position. Placing the knot just behind her cockhead, down by her knee, initially made the most sense but when she tried walking around her room she found that her dick wanted to slip out of the loop anytime she raised her leg too high.
Moving the loop up to the middle of her dick fixed that problem but created a new one, putting her cockhead in the perfect place to be knocked about by her knee with every step. In theory there would be some point somewhere between the middle and endpoint of her shaft that would keep her cock in check but before Buffy could it find it the fundamental and ultimate problem became clear. All the experimentation to see just the best way to control her dick involved a lot of fiddling, fumbling, and touching of said dick which inevitably grew hard in response, grew as large as it could with the ribbon biting into her skin. The ribbon was just too narrow for her to ever have an erection without the sting of a pain she could ignore. Long before she gave into her lusts she would be clawing at her groin to stop that.
After giving herself just a few token strokes to smooth out the crease the ribbon had left in her skin she had headed down to the basement to look for some athletic tape, hoping that it would offer a wide enough band to tie down her dick, when she saw Faith and got distracted. The other Slayer had been living down there since before any sort of sexual changes had rocked the house so seeing her sleeping there wasn’t at all unexpected, what was surprising was the position she was sleeping in.
Clearly she had been masturbating before falling asleep but she hadn’t been playing with her own, much smaller, penis as Buffy would have. Nor had she been playing with her pussy the way she surely would have before any of this started; no she had been playing with her backdoor. At least that’s what it looked like from her position face down on the cot with a piece of pink plastic sticking out of her ass. A good inch of toy stood proud, more than enough to wobble in time with her breath, occasionally being sucked a little bit forward only to slide back out after whatever inner spasm had passed. It just made it too tempting of a target.
Buffy liked to think that if it had been some other, some darker color it wouldn’t have drawn her eye, that if Faith had picked some other toy to fuck her ass she wouldn’t have been compelled to grab its flat base and pull it out of her. Even in her sleep the other Slayer fought her, muscles tensing and holding on forcing Buffy to put a hand on her ass to get the leverage she needed to pull the dildo out. There wasn’t a pop when the toy’s rounded tip cleared but there really should have been; the sudden end to resistance as the dildo narrowed too quickly for her anus to hold on to should have been marked by something.
Looking at that ring of muscle still grasping for what was long gone triggered an urge to fill it back up; she could have shoved the toy back in but that would have defeated all her hard work, not to mention she had something much better and almost as pink. Buffy’s flat cockhead, the pinkest part of her dick was also its widest, completely obscuring Faith’s asshole when she pressed her cock against it. Even with all the preparation that the other Slayer had unwittingly done Buffy still had too much girth to go in easily, she was going to have to force it, reversing what she had done to pull out the dildo. This time though she had to worry about keeping everything lined up, bracing one knee up on the cot helped her keep the angles straight when she pushed down.
After that she could put her weight behind that first thrust, having more than just her muscles to depend upon when driving her hips down and pushing past that first ring of resistance. That first inch really was the only hard part, once Buffy was inside her all that tightness was a blessing. A warm embrace all around as she worked in more of her shaft. Perhaps as a sign of just how oversexed everyone had become, Faith didn’t stir until more than half of Buffy’s cock was in her ass, reaching deeper than her little pink toy ever could.
“Shh,” Buffy’s tone was soothing but the hand she placed on the back of the other Slayer’s head, pressing her face into the pillow, wasn’t. It was there only to help pin her down, to help keep her body from being dragged up when Buffy pulled her hips back. “This will be quick; I have plans for tonight.”
Buffy wasn’t one to pick favorites, she didn’t think it was quite right, but if she was forced to pick between her lovers Faith wouldn’t be it. Maybe their personalities were just too different or maybe it was because they were both Slayers, there were never meant to be two, but they were butting heads. Faith was constantly trying to take charge ignoring the fact that Buffy had the experience, the local knowledge, the bigger dick, forcing the older Slayer to regularly reassert her dominance. But there was one thing to like about Faith, since they were both Slayer’s, since the same power flowed through both their veins Buffy knew she could take whatever she cared to dish out. That if she wanted to pump out a quick load before heading out she knew she could use Faith’s holes without holding back.
If anything the cot would give before the brunette. The creaks of its frame could be heard over the slap of flesh coming together; Faith’s moans might have drowned both those out if they weren’t being muffled by her pillow. As it was the only thing that cut through were Buffy’s grunts as she neared her orgasm. That was a good twenty minutes ago, twenty minutes since she packed her ass full of cum and the other Slayer had yet to stir. She’d whimpered and moaned for more as Buffy walked away but her legs wouldn’t be ready to carry her up the stairs so of course it would be Dawn that bounced into the room.
“What’s up Mom?” The teen really did bounce, her expanding bustline unrestrained under a loose t-shirt.
“Buffy, needs to fuck you before she goes on patrol.”
“I don’t-”
“Sure.” Almost immediately Dawn dropped to her knees in front of her sister holding her mouth open in a lewd display she must have gotten from one of the videos she ‘studied’.
“Maybe not your throat dear, you know how she worries about choking you; how about you let her bend you over the counter before you’re too far along for her to.” The reminder of teens condition did more to break down what little resistance Buffy had then anything else; once she’d put aside any discomfort she had with the incest of it all reminders of her fecundity always got her blood pumping, being reminded of the result of filling her lovers with seed made her want to repeat the process.
“Good idea.” Again Dawn bounced, this time as she sprung to her feet proving that her pregnancy was months away from slowing her down, that she would be able to assume whatever position she wanted for quite a while yet. She could even pull herself up onto the island counter without any help, her feet leaving the ground, which was a bit of a problem.
The countertop was just too high to comfortably fuck on. The table or a chair would be better. The couch in the living room would be almost perfect in fact; experience had taught her to appreciate bending her partner over the couch arm as that always put them just below groin height letting the Slayer drive her cock down into them, pushing them in the cushions with every thrust. It was position that lent itself not just to hard fucking but hours of it, round after round of pumping cum into a cunt until the entire afternoon had disappeared. That’s why she didn’t make her sister move, she had plans today and didn’t want to get lost in haze of incest.
She was still going to fuck her sister. That had been clear for a while now the question was whether she was going to accept the awkward position or waste time trying to move her to some more, but not too much more, comfortable surface. This was answered for her when their mother pulled down the younger girl’s shorts and tested to make sure Dawn was wet enough for her, two fingers in the teen’s ever ready cunt made her moan and kick her legs. Buffy was going to fuck her then and there. Diving right in without waiting for Joyce to finish whatever tease she had planned, not fast enough to trap the older woman’s hand between her daughters but impressive nonetheless.
Joyce had to snatch her hand away when the Slayer grabbed Dawn’s hips and pulled her back; the easiest way to deal with the teen’s elevated position was to drag her off it, pulling her ass down to meet Buffy’s rising cock. This union was not accompanied by a slap, or squelch, or singing choir; there was a grunt and a hiss but neither was louder the scrabble against the far edge of the island in her attempt to find some anchor. She got it right before her sister bottomed out inside; the flat, equine cockhead pressing against her cervix while her toes could barely touch the ground. That left the teen on tiptoes, unable to solidly plant her feet on the floor and feeling like she could at any second slip of the counter to which she clung. A feeling that only got stronger once the Slayer started to fuck her.
The long slow draw of her sister’s fat dick back pulled Dawn with it, pulling her away from the counter as her pussy held tighter than her hands. Right when she was on the edge of falling Buffy reversed direction, driving her hips up faster than the teen’s pussy could open back up for the fat invader causing her entire body to be momentarily lifted. It was a fast and brutal fucking, filling the kitchen with grunts and the slap of flesh on flesh, that took on a surreal note when combined with their mother’s murmured encouragements. The kind voice that had praised their every accomplishment growing now saying not just ‘good girl’ and ‘you can do it’ but also things like ‘you can take it’ and ‘look at all that cum’ all without changing tone.
It would have been off putting if Buffy hadn’t heard it all before; not a day went by in which she didn’t hear her mother lavish sweet praise on her ability to fuck. When Joyce was on the receiving end of the Slayer’s lust she took time out between her moans to say how big her daughter’s dick and how well it filled her up; even during a blowjob she would pause to compliment Buffy on the taste and thickness of her precum. Some small part of Buffy wondered if the reason her mother kept pushing her towards other partners is how hard it was for her to cheer on her eldest's continued slide into sexual depravity when she was gasping for breath or had a cock shoved down her throat.
That was an experiment for another day, today Buffy just wanted to cum and go as quickly as possible. That’s why she was going at it so hard, why when she got close and picked up speed, she fought the urge to bury herself as deeply in her sister as possible planting her cockhead and seed right against Dawn’s cervix and her already occupied womb. Instead of giving into instinct she pulled back, and back, and lifted her sister off her dick just in time to let loose. The flat end of her cock had barely pulled free before she came; a fortuitously timed twitch jerking it up so the first wad of cum cleared Dawn’s ass, flying in a flat arc over her body and impacting the back of her head with a decided lack of a satisfying slap or splat.
The next shot did better hitting and covering one of the cabinets but that was just chance. The Slayer still had her hands on her sister’s hips, lifting her up onto the island, so she had to let her dick twitch whichever way it wanted. Two more fat ropes went wild before the teen was safely planted on top of the counter and Buffy could take hold of herself, two more cumy messes in the making flying across the room before she could get back on target. As tempting as it would be to see her mother’s face disappear beneath a pearly layer she kept her focus on her sister, pumping out the remainder of her load onto Dawn’s back completely ruining her outfit.
It would have been better if the teen had been naked, if her cotton top hadn’t been there to soak up all of Buffy’s cum leaving it to glisten and pool on her skin. It would have been better if that had been just the beginning, if she could turn her focus to her mother and turn the older woman into just as much of a mess but the Slayer had places to be that day. Skirt still hiked up and dick in hand she fled while your mother was busy cooing over just how big her load had been.
***
She should have at least taken time to clean up.
Her cock, coated in a mix of cum and other juices, had an annoying tendency to stick to her thigh even forty minutes later. That’s how long, with shortcuts and detours, it took her to walk to the near edge of campus. To get to the neighborhood where old houses had been turned into apartments for students without passing a sorority, cheerleader practice or any other source of temptation. When the Slayer went out on patrol, long after dark, she never had to take such measures but the sun was still up and plenty of people were about when she knocked on Willow’s door.
“Buffy? I haven’t seen you in weeks.” Almost as soon as the redhead answered she stepped out onto the porch to give her friend a hug, a hug Buffy didn’t return as she didn’t trust her hands not to wonder. “Does that make me a bad friend? I’m being a bad friend.”
“No, you’ve been busy with school, and witchcraft… and Tara.” And I’ve been busy fucking my family.
“That’s no excuse; the world doesn’t need to be ending for us to see each other.” Going into the small apartment crowded with supplies for spells and studies and not enough chairs it was clear why it was never the place where they did their hanging out. It was also clear that the witch’s girlfriend was not there.
“No Tara?” Buffy wasn’t sure it was smart for her to be alone with any woman, even one of her best friends, with the way her life had been going. On the other hand it might be easier to talk about what she planned to talk about without an audience.
“She’s at a lecture, the most boring professor in the history department. Tea?”
“No.” The Slayer didn’t even try to be ladylike when she took the offered loveseat knowing from experience just how painfully crushed her cock and balls would be if she crossed her legs, it would be only a matter of time before her knees started to spread even if she tried. She straightened her skirt though that was at least in part to draw the witch’s eye, she wanted to see how her friend would react, if she would even notice the changes to her body. She wasn’t waving her dick around but the impression it made in the taut fabric wasn’t exactly subtle either. Her increased bust line maybe stood out more, stretching her top, but Willow didn’t seem to spot either of them as she continued to putz about tidying for her guest.
“We could get dinner after she gets back, or movie night. We haven’t done movie night in ages.”
“Wil, sit down. I want to talk to you about- ask you a question… I think I’ve been cursed. Or maybe it’s just a Slayer thing, I’m like the oldest one ever.”
“Cursed?!” The sudden switch to concern was almost unbearable to watch. “What is it? Visions? Nightmares? You’ve had those before when some prophecy was stirring.”
“No, it’s more physical, things changing that people don’t notice until I show them.”
“What things? What has been changing?” You could almost see the redhead thinking, yes she was listening and asking questions but she was also already putting together theories.
“Well,” don’t start with the dick, “Dawn has been acting strange, nicer than usual.”
“So she does what you say now?”
“No she’s still a brat,” why did that send a twitch down Buffy’s length, “but she does things for me. So does Faith and Mom.”
“What sort of things?” Was there a hint of arousal under the witch’s interest, was she already being affected by the Slayer’s presence even before the reveal or was that just wishful thinking on the more lustful part of Buffy’s mind?
“Anything so she can spend more time with me, be close to me.”
“And your mom does this too?”
“Yes,” Buffy thought Faith ‘being nice’ would have been more noteworthy, “but she’s still being a mom about it, more or less. Coming up with things for Dawn and me to do together.”
“That doesn’t sound that strange; when it didn’t involve Slayage she used to shove Dawn on you so much that you'd complain.”
“This is different.”
“How?”
“The other changes… change things.”
“What changes?”
A horsecock for one. “Can’t you just scan me with a magic tricorder or something to see if I'm cursed or something?”
“So the world really is ending.”
“No, or I don’t think so, it’s just,” the Slayer gave a giant sigh as she tried to figure out how to say how to say what she wanted to say without saying too much. “Since the people around me seem to be affected by what’s going on with me I thought it was best to have you do whatever tests you could do, research whatever you could research before you were hit with the full weight of,” Buffy’s balls hitting her chin, “uurgh, everything.”
“There’s not a lot I can do.”
“Nothing?!” Maybe if she fucked her silly the witch would be more cooperative.
“I could do a general sweep for magic but you’re a Slayer, that’s inherently magical. Without something to go on, some flavor to look out for I might not learn anything. Couldn’t you give me some hint about these changes affecting other people? One word?”
“Their…”
“Yes…?” Willow leaned in closer, close enough to kiss, to close enough to-
“Their physical,” Buffy bit off the words, “and…”
“And…?” The redhead got closer still as her interest grew.
“Sexual.”
“‘Physical and sexual’?” The witch suddenly sprung back as she realized what the two words were. “And you said this affects Dawn and your Mom.”
“And Faith.”
“You said this could be a Slayer thing, how could that affect Faith?”
“Her reaction is something between Dawn and me.”
“She hasn’t been a Slayer as long so maybe… no, that doesn’t make sense. Has anyone else fallen under your sway?” Willow was starting to sound nervous.
“No, not really… There was one…”
“There was one you don’t want to tell me about? You’ve admitted to doing something sexual with your mother and sister and yet there’s somebody you don’t want to tell me about.”
“It was Harmony.” Buffy could believe how ashamed she was to say that.
“That skank?!” The witch’s outrage overrode her earlier emotions.
“It’s not like, I just ran into her on patrol and one thing led to another.”
“But she’s evil. She was a Cordette! If you were going to go after someone from high school you could have started with me… I just hit on you didn’t I?”
“You did.”
“You’ve been here less than five minutes and I’m already making passes. Not even good ones. And you’re not even doing anything to get me started.”
“That’s not exactly true.” The Slayer was putting out an incredible amount of precum almost like her balls were trying to overpower the smell of herbs stockpiled in the place. “I told you my presence affects people; I can speed it up but even on its own, given time, it got you squirming.”
“How do you speed it up? This isn’t a come on, I’m being scientific,” Willow cut off the complaint. “And I’m not squirming.”
“If I expose more of myself, more of my skin, especially the parts producing the… smell people lose their restraint.”
“Smell? What smell? Like a pheromone?”
“Maybe?”
“What part of you produces this smell?”
“The part of me under my skirt.”
“Under your skirt? There’s a lump under your skirt.” Buffy practically had to point it out for her but the witch finally noticed. “Why is there a lump under your skirt?”
“Because of those changes I’ve talked about; see I’ve grown a…”
“You grew a what?”
“I grew a cock.”
“You grew a penis?”
“I wouldn’t call ‘this’,” the Slayer gave into her own bit of temptation by sliding up her skirt, just to mid-thigh but that was high enough to expose the flat pink head and dark shaft resting between her legs, “‘a penis’.”
“I know I don’t have a lot of experience but that’s not normal is it?”
“No it isn’t normal.” She let herself pull up her hem another inch, revealing a little more, about as much as she could while still sitting down.
“Is there a seam?” The witch reached forward stopping just long enough to reaffirm that she was ‘being scientific’ before touching the warm flesh.
“No, there’s no seam.” Buffy spread her legs a little to make it easier for her friend to walk her fingers up her length until-
“You have balls.” Who would have thought a lesbian would be so awed by that discovery.
“Yes.” The redhead had been lifting the flat cockhead towards her mouth during her exploration without noticing but Buffy noticed. “It’s important that you don’t swallow any of it.”
“Any what?”
“Any cum.” Willow’s tongue flicked out as soon as the thick white fluid was pointed out to her but didn’t get close enough to taste it. “That stuff can really mess people up, it was after that was their systems the others became fixated on getting me to fuck them, to pump them full of load after load, to knock them up which is something I’ve had a hard time resisting.”
“You’ve knocked up your sister? Your mom?”
“My whole family.”
“That’s so hot! I mean weird. I mean Goddess, why do I find that so hot?”
“It’s all part of the magic you’re supposed to be studying.” Anybody else would be jerking her off by now but the witch just kept gently squeezing her balls while her wrists supported the shaft.
“I am; maybe I should taste it, maybe the flavor could tell me something.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Buffy was being good, she was just brushing a stray lock of hair off Willow’s face. It wasn’t like she was about to grab her friend’s head and force her mouth down on her cock, driving her shaft so far the witch’s throat she wouldn’t have a chance to taste it. That was her own little test, to show some restraint and let the girl come to her.
“I’m a witch, magic is all about willpower. And it’s not like I’m even into dick.”
“Almost no one is, it’s normally who the dick’s attached to that matters. The fact that I’m a woman, that I have breasts, that have gotten bigger by the way, that’s important.”
“They really have. What size bra do you wear now?”
“I don’t even know.” Just start stroking already. “I haven’t had a chance to go shopping since I outgrew all I had.” The Slayer lifted her top revealing the full extent of her growth, and the fact that she had if anything got perkier in the process, in the hope of getting some reaction.
She got one, just not the one she wanted. The witch actually dropped her cock so she could reach up and fill her hands with the offered tits. The only saving grace is how she slipped off of her chair as she did so ending up kneeling in front of Buffy. This brought her body almost close enough to touch the equine dick even as it brought her lips almost close enough to kiss. Both of their resolve broke at the same time and they did just that coming together in the time of clench that should have made the soundtrack swell and definitely left the Slayer grind against her friends torso, smearing precum all over the front of her loose, peasanty blouse.
Once their lips finally parted Buffy did what she said she wouldn’t, she put her hands on either side of Willow’s face and guided her down. From there she made herself do things the slow way; she held her friend’s head above her groin and then lifted her hips to meet her. This position limited the force she could use, limited the depth she could reach, and helped the various fluids drain from her partner’s mouth without forcing them to swallow. It was the ‘nice’ way to fuck a skull and churn up a mix of spit and cum that was almost guaranteed to make a mess. The question was whether she could hold it long enough to cum, would her arms be able to stop the rebound of the witch’s head in response to each upward thrust or would she have to switch to the easier bounce and pull before her orgasm? No, she had the stamina of a Slayer and a sex demon, she could do it she just had to pick up speed jerking her hips upwards as fast as she could, fast enough to make her balls slap against the redhead’s chin despite the pull of gravity and then should could finally unload before her biceps had started to tremble.
“Will,” she tilted up her friend’s slime covered face to make sure her eyes would still track after the batter, and dose of cum, she’d gotten, “do you think you can focus now?”
“I-,” her voice croaked out of what was sure to be a sore throat. “I need to do more experiments.”
Epilogue
It had been nearly two months, two months since Tara had come home to her girlfriend riding the largest, only, cock she’d seen outside of a zoology textbook. Two months since the sudden blast of pheromones had eased her into the first of many threesomes. Two months since the witches had all but moved into the Summers’ home to be part of the harem. Two months since Willow had gotten pregnant, and Tara had yet to catch up.
After the first month the redhead started experimenting with various fertility magics trying rituals, candles, potions, and runes painted on her girlfriend’s belly, everything short of animal sacrifice in hopes of getting Tara knocked up before the other girls started to show. She’d yet to try anything targeting Buffy not wanting to risk anything that could disrupt the demonic energy bound to the Slayer. In her desperation she’d started stacking up magic in the hope that they would work in combination until they had gotten to today when she was throwing everything at the problem.
At the start of these trials they had gone alone with it just for Willow’s sake but as more time passed their motivations changed; Tara started to worry that she couldn’t get pregnant and Buffy started to view the failures as an insult to standing as a breeder. If she couldn’t knock up one little witch, then she was just going to have to try harder. That made it difficult for her to wait for the latest hybrid ritual to be set up, for various herbs to be burned and pastes mixed up. She knew she could just go downstairs and use the first mouth she ran into to blow off some steam. Or she could just stop waiting.
“I’m starting,” the Slayer growled barely registering the redhead’s scramble to light the last of the candles before she reached the bed-cum-altar though she did get to watch the pale flesh move about her room since the witch was naked. They were all naked which made it easier for her to mount her designated partner.
Tara had been positioned with her ass on the edge of the bed so Buffy could stand between her legs and push her cock right in without smudging any of the runes carefully painted on her abdomen. Buffy was really starting to like those runes; she liked how once she really got fucking they would glow in response to magic in the air, how they would bend from time to time, the distortion making it easier to see that her size was great enough to buldge out her partner’s belly at the bottom of each thrust. Maybe they should keep using them even after she’d fucked a dozen babies into Tara, maybe there would be a way to make them permanent? Maybe they should start using them on all the girls so that she would have a house full womb lit by the seed she’d pumped in them. That was an idea that could get her balls to work overtime.

Author's Note: The truth is that this story has been 'complete' for a while now but I helding off posting it here since the last time I talked to the anonymous party with whom I was developing the plot with the idea was raised to expand the epilogue above into its own chapter full of sequel hooks but it's been months since I was supposed to hear back from them so you'll get the story in its current form.
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