Gronk unceremoniously pushed Terry’s body to the side, and no one so much as blinked an eye over the death of a man they’d known for the better half of a decade. “That one,” Hacksaw said, pointing a meaty finger at Astrid, “needs to fight in The Pit.” “Fuck yeah, she does,” Gronk said, a touch of awe in his baritone voice as he stared at the Valkyrie, “I’ve never seen anyone move that fast; not even vampires, and japanese those fuckers are like lightening.” “That draw,” Flendian said, mimicking the motion with his hand, “to move a blade that heavy, that quickly; Night Eyes, I hope you’re not going to waste her in the brothels.” “That was exactly what I was going to do.” I replied. “We could make a fortune off her as a whore,” Grunt said, leaning forward on his elbows toward me, “but we could build an empire on that blade, Night Eyes. The Pit is the beating heart of this city, and I know how you like to be perceived.” “Are you calling me vain, Grunt?” I asked with a smirk. “You’re fucking right I am,” Grunt grinned, “you don’t do what we do for the money, the women or the men; you do it because you like the way people look at you when you walk down the street. You didn’t fly into this city on the back of a Lesbian fucking angel, knowing half this town wants you dead, to avoid attention.” “Think of the opportunity!” Flendian hissed excitedly, “The Pit champions are all brutes; orcs, ogres, trolls and half-giants; hardly the sort that gain the people’s adoration.” He looked unapologetically at Gronk and Hacksaw, but they just nodded in agreement. “It’s a place of brawn and savagery,” Hacksaw said, flexing a massive arm, “fancy knights and fencers get buried before they can even make the tournament.” “Drastin starves for a real champion,” Flendian said, looking appraisingly up at Astrid, “someone they can adore, someone they can romanticize, someone they can idolize, someone they want to fuck. A shining beacon, a hero, if you will. Night Eyes,” Flendian said in a hushed voice, “if you play this right, that Valkyrie will be on the lips of every crier on every street corner by the end of the week. By the end of a fortnight, she’ll be more famous than the fucking king.” “And whoever owns her,” Grunt smiled, “owns that fame. You want to carve your name onto the face of this city?” Grunt gestured to the gash in the table, “Do it with that blade.” If I wanted to carve my name onto this city, I literally would, I mused to myself, I’d carve it from the docks, to the west gate. Hell, I could kill Vistir, Ryan, and even that bitch Gloria without so much as breaking a sweat, but there’s no fun in that. Grunt’s right, I don’t play the game for rational reasons; I play it because it’s fun. I looked down at the poison that had been meant for me, And the deadlier the game, the more fun it is. What game is deadlier than The Pit? “Astrid,” I said, looking at the statuesque Nordic beauty, “how would you like to asian be my champion?” “Killing for sport is against the codes of The Iona Guard,” Astrid said, “it is an evil-” “Fuck your codes!” I laughed, turning away from the dejected Valkyrie, picking up Terry’s severed head, and raising it aloft, “To Astrid!” I toasted merrily, “The Avenging Angel, The Winged-Executioner, the future-fucking-champion of Drastin!” “To Astrid!” My gang toasted back, raising their mugs in place of decapitated heads, and then drinking deeply. “Right,” I said getting up and taking a firm grip of Astrid’s leather-clad ass, “now who wants to fuck her?” BRANDON “Those two,” the guard at the city gate said, gesturing to Justina and Tera, “need to be registered before they can enter.” “They… what?” I asked. “The succubi,” the tiny guard said, “cannot enter the city until they’ve put their names on the prostitution registry.” “I don’t know when I stopped thinking of myself as a japanese high-elf. Slam. Ryan got the machine and the box of band aids and taped the little pads to my nipples. “Want to feel a cock in you?” 'She does have my panties wet, but I'm not sure why. “Oh, my God,” I said, “she fucks you to get her husband horny.” Paul then said, “She seems to want sex all the time and her husband seemed to lose interest until she confessed her cheating. She asian tried to concentrate on his muscular body and look at him like a man, but it was not working as well as tiny it had the previous weeks. It's the calm before the storm. Through the door, we walked into the square. “He thought it was hot.” She said, and they both burst out laughing. During the interval we went to the bar for a drink, there were quite a number of Lesbian other women all dressed up bit I think that my dress was the most revealing. I looked around and saw that no one could see more than my head so I unzipped my shirt and shuffled it down my legs. “I guess so.” I was really giving my all to the sword that I so rapidly was slamming into my eager cunt. “And then they will mourn her, they will get their revenge and I will still be here,” he says to me and I hate this. I texted Coach Ecklund about the room number. He gave me a place to stay and you might say my first taste of romance when I met his new girlfriend. And, if you have a long enough clit, you’ll be amazed at how hot you’ll get wearing one there too. She bent down to ease my ankles free, then stayed where she was, peering between my legs. We have a pool. That’s liable to get you kidnapped.” I heard a lot of noise outside and got up to check what it was, then said Abby turn on the CCTV let’s see how good it is, the monitor came on and there were three girls in the pool and two more outside the pool putting the Marcite on the walls. I mean…I get real strong urges when we mess around and I guess I would like to feel his cock inside me but I’m kind of scared about the pain too.” I still wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but I assumed that she was going to drop me off and go back home until tomorrow evening. Again I gagged when his head touched the back of my throat but Bill was already pulling my head the rest of the way down and all I could do was try to swallow. This was going to be a fun night. They treated each other as king and queen, always caressing each other and when kissing, a loving kiss, no peck on the cheek. I was still buzzing from the thrill of yesterday's naughty fun. When Doc asked what blood type they were, Daisy managed to get the answer out.