1. The Ghost of Paris Chapter 12: Afternoon At the Park & Epilogue: The Pink-Haired Girl


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    them. They were dating now and living together and planning on raising the kid I planted in Ursula's belly together. Pink flashed out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see a stunningly beautiful woman walk by. She was a nymph, a beautiful young face framed by bubble-gum pink hair, her hips swaying, and barely covered by a jean skirt. A tight, pink t-shirt clung to her melons—she wore no bra, her nipples dimpling the fabric—with the words 'Daddy's little girl' printed on it. Only 'girl' was crossed out and 'slut' written beneath it. I let out a hungry growl. She was a slut with a capital S. Beware the maiden, pink of hair. Astarte's voice whispered in my mind. She walked past, her ass writhing like a bag full of cats beneath that tight jean skirt. My pecker ached so bad to stick it in her cooch. I followed her. She was so beautiful, vivacious—desirable. Beguiling figure, comely face. What could this little girl do to me? It was getting hard to think as my blood filled up my pecker. I reached out, stroking her neck. She gave a delightful squeal, whirling about, looking wild-eyed. I loved this part, watching the fear, feeling my power over the girl. Her breasts heaved in her tight shirt. Hot damn, it looked like her nipples were pierced. I had to see for myself. I pulled up the hem of her shirt, gaping in awe at her titties. They were round and topped with pink nipples pierced with silver barbells. Before I could grab those beauties, she spun away, running down the street ...
    with a shriek, a gazelle running from the lion. Beware the Maiden, pretty as death. I didn't give one shit about Astarte's prophecy. I was going to stick my pecker in that slut's cooch and fuck her until she cums. God, I had to fuck that ass, too. I bet the slut's had a cock shoved up her cornhole before. She ducked down an alley. I smiled; that led to an abandoned field with a high fence. She was trapped, at my mercy. I strolled through the alley, whistling. I could see her standing in the center, staring wild-eyed about, her tits still exposed to my gaze. She may be the most beautiful piece of ass I have ever seen. Leading you to your final place. What the fuck did Astarte know. I grabbed those breasts, fingered those gorgeous nipples, and pulled on her piercing. “I'm gonna enjoy stickin' my pecker in you, sweetness,” I told her. She'd be powerless now. I had my hands on her, molesting her. I had wished that all girls would enjoy my touch, and that made them all clay in my hands. She gave a snort of derision. “Fuck that.” I blinked at her. “Ain't you feelin' horny, yet?” “Not for you,” she said with anger. Her knee connecting with my balls caught me by surprise. I doubled over in pain, falling to my knees. She pulled something out of her purse, one of them squeeze water bottles that athletes have. She squeezed it and a blue liquid fell on my invisible body. Paint. Fear jumped through me. There was paint smearing my body, revealing me to the world. I turned, sprinting like a ...
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