“Now who’s the liar, Yavara? You know Leveria won’t give up Elena for me, and I know you won’t tits let me live. Not for long.” “I’ll let you go once you give me what I need; I’m not my sister.” “No you won’t,” Adarian spat a glob of red, “because Brock Terdini wants my head, and you’ll give it to him.” “Did Elena tell you that? Are you holding out on me?!” “Elena didn’t have to tell me,” Adarian laughed harder, “vengeance is all orcs ever think about. So-and-so killed so-and-so’s great uncle, and a blood feud that lasts generations ensues. You’re the queen of a pack of savages, and you’re beholden to their blood lust.” “You’re right,” I smiled, “you’re a dead man. The manner of your death is the only thing you get to decide now. Maybe I should move to different parts; you don’t seem to care much for your teeth.” “Please don’t!” Yelled a female voice behind me. I nearly dropped Adarian in my surprise. I turned around to see a beautiful naked woman with fox ears and a bushy tail, tear tracks marring her tan cheeks. April. “Adarian,” I chuckled, “for a monster hunter, you seem to have an interesting choice of women.” “She means nothing to me,” Adarian said coldly, “she’s just a piece of ass.” “I don’t think that’s true at all.” I smiled at him, then turned to the kitsune before me, “April, you’re innocent in all this; you can leave now, and no harm asian will come to japan you.” “I won’t leave him!” She cried. “I didn’t think you would.” I grinned, wiping her tears with my thumb, “You’re in love with him, aren’t you?” She nodded, her lips quivering. “What would you do to save his life?” I whispered, bringing our foreheads together. “Anything!” She blubbered. My smile broadened. ELENA “Well Elena, I didn’t want to say, ‘I told you so,’ but I couldn’t help it.” Leveria said as we watched Yavara perform her demented dentistry on Adarian through the mirror in her office. I remained small silent. I’d seen glimpses of the shadow of Yavara’s darkness before; I could not say I didn’t recognize it now, as much as I wished I could. “I suppose she was driven mad by her love for you,” she said, lighting a cigarette, “if that’s any consolation. Intent makes all the difference to the torturer, doesn’t it? It doesn’t mean much to the person being tortured, but of course, Yavara is nothing like me! Oh look, it’s April!” She laughed, “The plot thickens. What do you think our protagonist is going to do with her?” I didn’t answer. I was afraid we both knew exactly what Yavara was going to do with the kitsune. creampie That night after everyone had already gone to bed, I was lying in mine reading, when my aunt walked in. After a small wide range of experiences as a gigolo, I developed a preference for a certain type of client: elegant, sophisticated women aged around forty five years old, with bodies anywhere between size ten to fourteen and not overweight. Athena - Daughter of Zeus and Metis, goddess of wisdom, courage, inspiration, civilization, law and justice, strategic warfare, mathematics, strength, strategy, the arts, crafts, and skill. She curled up into a tighter ball. Tom's cock deep in his throat. They parted with a teasing challenge in their locked gazes, their lips quirked in near-identical smiles. I grabbed some cereal out of the cabinet, bowl, and milk and sat down asian opposite Steve. “You like that, don’t you?”, he whispered into her ear. She really did look like a bitch in heat. Inch after delicious inch was gradually stuffed within me, making me feel the contours of his girth, the texture of him sliding through my receptive walls, stretching me, pushing me in deeper, hitting those spots with the exactness of someone who knew well where they were. Then Lisa moved her dick-clit around between her spread legs, before she finally japan coiled it up in a tight spiral, just like it was a tiny rattlesnake. “I don’t doubt that you’d have me begging in my own filth,” Willowbud chuckled, “but that’s not really my thing.” Still, Chance could be quick to the finish and that's why sometimes I needed to take charge of the situation. As Haranga continued his intense fucking, Marshu slipped, unnoticed, from the tent and went to the guest tent, where Eric and Donna were still discussing her work. My tan complexion was a pristine canvas formed across a set of curves that bowed vulgarly about my outline. Now all of a sudden I can see the faint outline of her areola through her white t-shirt. In almost no time, we got to talking about sex. Her body was even better than I thought. I could feel the heat coming off of him. And Leah, I was thinking that when I come back, we could go home and you and I could take a nice bath together." They had coffee, neither ever asked or learned the other’s name, but they’d saved each others lives. “Is anyone forcing you to be here?” He's a grown man. Don't think you have to have a relationship with him just for a place to stay, you know you are welcome to move back into the Commune. Surrendering. Without warning, he released her legs, letting her fall down in the tub. � � � Just like me Stephen! Then, with a wet pop, her tight little twat flared open around his girth. I need to have all my senses functional tomorrow.” Oh, yes, yes! Despite Brian’s attempts at seeming disinterested in taking things further, at staying detached and psychological … he was really getting tits involved , now. Dave pulled the creampie cunt-end of the bar into the hole in the mechanical rottisserie, clipped it and flipped the switch. It said “Security” in white across the front of their black t-shirts. “I knew I chose right when I chose you.”