“What’s your name?” I finally asked. “Freydis.” Freydis said, her voice surprisingly soft, her eyes watching the river. “Thank you, Freydis,” I said with painful earnestness, “for saving me.” “It is you who is my salvation, Bound One,” Freydis said, looking at me with adoring eyes, “you are holy, a sacred person to my people. I have oaths I must speak to you, but they are long and ponderous, and you are obviously tired.” Freydis dropped her head and looked at the river again, an expression of shame lingering on her face, “I am sorry I could not save your brethren, Bound One.” “Don’t blame yourself for that,” I replied, putting a hand on her back, “what could you have done?” “A lot of things,” Freydis said, her jaw working tightly, “but all I saw was a squabble between elven factions, and I decided not to intervene. I apologize for my cowardice; I could have saved them.” “Hey now,” I said, sitting beside her and putting my arm around her broad shoulders, a task that was jarring in its ergonomics, “I don’t blame you. How could anyone blame someone for not risking their life for a fight they had nothing to do with?” I looked up at her handsome features, and waited until her blue gaze met mine, “You’re my hero,” I smiled, “and I’m masturbation eternally grateful.” Her expression softened again, and she returned my smile. I nestled my body against hers, resting my cheek against her soft breast, and curving my form into the bow of her torso. She stiffened, unsure of the situation, and then placed a tentative arm around me, and relaxed. It was a platonic embrace, one of a protector and her charge, and in that moment, it was the exact kind of contact I needed. I needed to feel protected. “Why are you so far from home, Freydis?” I asked. “I’m looking for my daughter.” Freydis replied “Sounds like there’s a story there,” I said, looking up at her, “if you’re willing to tell it.” “My daughter, Astrid,” Freydis said, clearing her throat, “is a bone-headed young woman. Nine days ago, she teen charged off Iona, convinced beyond all doubt that she would find The Earth Former, the patron god of our peak. She was immediately netted by orcs in the Droktin Pass.” I felt a ping of sadness as Drask’s words came flooding into my mind, and the tears began to film on my eyes. I brushed them away before Freydis could see them. “That’s awful.” I muttered. “It worked in her favor,” Freydis sighed, japanese shifting against the tree she Dildo Sex was resting on, “as all things seem to with Astrid. I raced after her once I heard the news of her capture, and I found the slave cart she’d been hauled in, melded to a massive cube of obsidian that could’ve only been made by one man.” “Did it have a fist sticking out of it?” I asked. Freydis raised her eyebrows, and nodded. “My father took me to see the exact thing,” I chuckled sadly, “small world.” “It sounds like you have a story to tell me, Bound One.” Freydis said, her eyes searching. “I’m Princess Lucilla Fritari of the elven empire and my father is an insane tyrant,” I replied tersely, not wanting to tread on still-open wounds, “that’s pretty much it. Please continue.” Freydis puffed out her cheeks, her eyebrows raised. She seemed to mull that revelation over for a moment, then inclined her head, nodded, and continued. “I searched far and wide for Astrid and The Earth Former,” Freydis continued, “until I came upon more evidence of the god’s activities on The Gratoran Wall;” Freydis frowned for a moment, “a statue of my own daughter, arched in the throes of great lust, complete with the act of her fornication carved perfectly between her stone legs.” “Sounds like they became pretty fast friends.” I giggled. Freydis did not share in my amusement. “The Iona Guard has vows that prohibit such things,” Freydis said, “a winged-warrior is to have sex only once asian in her life, and only to bear a daughter. We believe that putting oneself beneath another for pleasure is a weakness, and a warrior cannot afford weakness.” “But how many warriors get a chance to sleep with a god?” I laughed, “Isn’t there some clause in your contract that makes exceptions for a divine fuck?” Because he'd never done it! I am your mother. Stand up Betty and look in the mirror. She glanced at her own bedpost, notchless in every respect. “Then you'll both get to lick me up,” I moaned as her finger slid deeper and deeper into me. “Doesn't that sound hot?” While she sucked furiously, bobbing and turning her head and walking her fingers over his shaft and balls, he draped his braided leather single-tail over her back down to her open crotch, teasing it to and fro between the swollen cunt-lips. “You should come as well. “Do you teen like that?” asked Arnold. So far there haven't been any clues as Dildo Sex to what happened. “I love you too Daddy.” “Hey Karl, so am I but that doesn’t stop him from hitting on me every time he gets close.” I am not really sure how much I got out of the meeting and was bored most of the time. I hadn't had a cock masturbation japanese all day. Finally, she let out a sigh, and along with it, a stream of pee. “I never get tired of looking at you. I licked and lapped up and down her asian slit. If he got the chance he decided to test it, really test it. I was shocked. The traffic was light heading to the Chateau.