Her girth passed along my clit with every drive, mingling the pleasure of my external lust with the ferocious ecstasy of my internal defilement, aggravating the erogenous bead until it was engorged and thrumming with every pass of her reaming shaft. They sniggered threateningly as they neared her, smelling of booze and sweat, sounding of merciless intent. Indian sex It couldn’t be because I’m a terrible warrior and an embarrassment to the Iona Guard. Then, they came. “Oh, Great Creator,” she said, her eyes welling in tears, her hands holding the sword aloft, “who hast re-forged the Blade of Iona, the heritage of my people, the—”
“Astrid,” I said, placing a hand on her bowed head, “shut the fuck up. I can’t wait to see what you become.”
“I will save you, Willowbud,” I said, swallowing my fear, “I will play your game, and I will win.”
“I like the confidence,” Willowbud smirked, “but Astrid, if you ever call me by my name again, I will brand your
