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  • “Well, earlier today I got in a fight with a-” “EXCELLENT!” and we were in a massive arena, stone risers stretching to infinity, the crowd all wrought iron statues, frozen in expressions of great excitement, but silent. Wrath paced across from me, naked save for a loin cloth, his black, orc body bulging unnaturally with muscle, his movements that of a tiger; graceful, but hinting at great power. He wielded an enormous sword, almost comically big, and I realized I was holding two blades, my body encased with tight-fitting leather. “Your mother was a natural at dual-wielding,” Wrath stretched his neck this way, and that, “she would cut me to a thousand pieces before I got my strike in, but when I did, I would TURN HER BODY TO MIST!” Wrath let out a great bellow, and charged headlong across the sand. I yelped, threw away my swords, and sprinted to the wall, frantically searching for an exit. Of course, there was none, and I squawked in terror as Wrath’s enormous blade came crashing down on me. I dove to the right, tumbled, rose to my feet, dove to avoid another downward strike, then grabbed my swords from the sand, rolled away, and skidded as I spun, my pivot heel digging into the sand, my trailing heel creating a semicircle, and kicking dust into the air. Wrath was on me again, and I ducked his decapitating swing, scrambled between his legs, and amateur drew blood along his calves with my outstretched blades. He didn’t make a sound as steel cut through flesh, but simply turned on his heel, and dropped his shoulders for a moment. “Fabian tactics!” Wrath bellowed approvingly, “Make your enemy come to you, on your terms. Feign weakness to goad him, then show your strength when blondes he is committed. I like it!” “Yeah,” I gasped, “that’s what I was doing.” “It will not work again!” Wrath grinned broadly, “It is now in my memory forever, and I will use it against you, you can be certain of that! You should have saved it for the killing blow!” Wrath charged again, back arched behind him as he raised his sword over his head, red eyes bulging, his black torso stretched to reveal too many abdominal muscles. I sidestepped the downward strike, barely hopped over the dragging swipe, then spun in the air, and stuck my blades to the hilt through his bicep. Once again, Wrath didn’t seem to acknowledge the great wound I delivered him, and I almost lost Blowjobs my swords as he moved his arm for another strike. I pulled my weapons free, scrambled from a thrown elbow, ducked a slice that would’ve cut me in half, then charged in, screaming at the tops of my lungs as I lunged toward his exposed chest. A foot caught me in the stomach, and I was hurdled away, rolling and tumbling on the sand, scraping my skin, losing one sword, and barely holding on to the other. I struck the wall with a thud, my blurred vision seeing a black figure surging toward me, a cloud of dust in his wake. “I told you I would use it against you!” Wrath cackled as he charged, “You must listen, Daughter of Passion, Daughter of The Destroyer, the Untethered One!” I lurched to the side just as Wrath’s blade cracked the stone. “You are nimble!” Wrath yelled. I hopped over another sweep, ducked the elbow, but didn’t lunge for the exposed chest. Instead, I stabbed him in the foot that was meant to intercept my would-be lunge, then jumped away as that foot gave-way to a knee, barely pulling out my sword in time. “You learn fast!” he yelled again. He swung overhand, and I stepped into the blow, letting it pass over me at the last second. His entire body was open to me, and I raised my sword to put it through his chest, but speared him through the thigh instead. I didn’t wait for the blade to sink deeply, but pulled it across fast, spurting blood, then diving between his legs, and rolling away from his stomping foot. Wrath turned around, his wound a gruesome display of red and pink, but not seeming to affect him in the least. He was grinning from ear to ear. “But you do not have the killer instinct,” Wrath smiled, “you had my heart in your sight, but you went for a disabling blow. Perhaps I was wrong about you, Daughter of Passion, Daughter of The Destroyer, the Untethered One. Perhaps you are made of flaccid and soft things. Perhaps you are as weak as that cock between your girly legs.” He moved his cock to my dripping pussy, coating the head with the juices escaping, and pressed his cock in. I grunted Blowjobs as he penetrated me completely in the initial thrust. Carissa chewed at blondes her lip to contain her excitement at being so gently and cruelly prepared for the cane and her breathing came a little faster and a little deeper. And my connection couldn’t drop by until tomorrow, not that I already didn't have plenty of party tools to play with already. I grabbed my shoes, went downstairs and met her in the garage. This dress was quite nice, except for the fact that it was very short, and was slightly see-through. On one condition; that they don’t keep amateur us awake with headboards banging against the wall and load moaning and screams of pleasure.” Now you can take your time with me. Put your head closer to my vagina and I’ll explain things.” She raised her knees so he got a complete view. I open a bunch more packages most of which are incomprehensible to me. The whole while my world is slightly clouded by the steady vibrations inside my puss. I gasped with the pain. He concluded with a short laugh. When she arrived at the restaurant, she saw him at a booth, and he was even more delightful than she had thought. ‘Chris, we’re in public, and I’m not sure about this’ she said reluctantly. In a play-act she’s taking no further “I’ve got her. "Anything you can make it at home"
  • “I have the equipment now to enjoy such things.” He didn’t reply feeling altogether satisfied with the answer. Though he wanted to believe in more of devout blindness. Socks joined the pile of clothe and underwear did too. A look over to her, and he realized a problem. “What is your name?” “I don’t have one. As a worshipper of our Goddess, I have never been granted one before.” “Can I name you?” She took off her shirt, leaving her chest bared for him to look at. Her breasts were nice blondes and round, but only looked to him to be comparable to d-cups. Just over a handful, but he was no expert on the mammaries of women. The shirt dropped to the floor, and he barely got to notice that her upper torso and shoulders were freckled. Her breasts also had no nipples, but each one sported an area that looked like pursed lips. “Why is that important right now? All you should be is focused on me stripping for you,” she said as a matter of fact. “Does this form not please you?” “No,” he replied holding his arms up in defense. Her eyes narrowed at him. A dangerous looking form of yellow appearing. “I love the way you look but a name would add a level of familiarity that would make this better.” “Oh Jacob,” she exhaled in excitement before moving over to him and hugging him. “I knew I chose right when I chose you.” He breathed a huge sigh of relief in his mind at saving the Blowjobs amateur situation. “So what do you want to call me?” Jacob looked past her in a panic. A question he didn’t actually expect to answer. In his sudden anxiety, he spied a picture of his mother. “Aurora,” he stuttered out, and almost immediately wished he hadn’t. “I love it,” she cried out, showering him in kisses. “Keep saying it.” He repeated the name, and hands grabbed his cock. Jerking him off made the guilt of the name dissipate a bit. “That’s right, just keep it up.” Thor's massive cock was still twitching and spurting inside of me when I heard a noise to my left. The content is obscured by a small piece of paper, amateur which she moves out of the way, to discover a bullet-shaped plug. This was perfect. “Then don’t judge them in the first place.” Nicole coolly told me. “It’s not like anyone’s love of sex is affecting you, unless you get in on it.” She grabbed my crotch to prove my point. Cost a bundle.” They were involved in some heavy discussion. This all felt so amazing. She gave the curtain a good yank to make sure it was as far over as it could go then slipped out of her scrubs. For extra emphasis, Daddy's hand formed a Blowjobs cupping arrangement and moved the remaining distance until her denim-covered sex was enveloped firmly in his palm and fingers. I feigned smiles for my selfie happy niece, but it blondes took all I had to do so. Standing in front of her, my cock jutting out over her face, I reached down and gripped her throat, commanding her, “Open up, fucking suck it bitch.” I nodded. I have no others.” It was as soft as butter. Come on, let’s have it,” I prodded her. There were her brother and Marisa, lounging side by side, both completely naked. “Adam, just fuck off, this has gone far enough, get out and I’ll say nothing more about it, just leave me alone”