now.. Chapter Twenty-Five LEVERIA “…three, two, one!” Elena grunted, and with a heave, we tossed Sir Fraldias’s corpse down the spiraling staircase. It clanked and boomed as it disappeared into the stone blackness, then ended with a distant splash. “How are you going to explain it?” Elena asked, catching her breath. “I’m the queen of the Highlands; I don’t need to explain anything.” I smiled, wiping the blood off on my already-ruined night gown, “No one will question me about a missing knight, but a dead one at my door would’ve raised some eyebrows.” “It’s going to stink in here if you leave him down there.” “The escape route leads to a drainage pipe that empties into the Bentius Bay. Sir Fraldias japanese is likely halfway past the docks already.” Elena snorted, and pulled the lever by the fireplace. “And so Sir Piss and Shit is flushed.” The secret passage closed, leaving only a brick wall. We turned around to look at the state asshole of the room. A trail of blood led from the door, ruining a beige rug that had been woven by dawn-elf textiles, the very best in Tenvalia. The satin bedsheets were soaked in blood, sweat, and worse, and our clothing was a disaster of fluids. “That’s a lot of evidence.” Elena muttered, “The servants will talk.” “Hmm.” I mused, turning back around, “I am rather cold.” A minute later, the evidence was the tinder for a roaring fire, the priceless rug and luxurious sheets turned to fuel to bathe our bodies in warmth. We stood side by side, naked and filthy from the night before. I dared to touch fingers with her, and she dared to clasp our hands. And when I rested my head on her shoulder, she did not flinch or move away. It was a delicate thing, whatever this was, and so we tended it like an ailing infant, cautious and gentle. “Do you wanna fuck again?” I whispered. “Yeah.” She whispered back. Here, we were not cautious, nor gentle. Elena had me against the wall, driving as though to break me through it, forcing her cock so deep into me I thought she might pierce my womb. My legs splayed wide for her, my thighs jiggling with the ferocity of girl her thrusts, her fist entangled in my hair so that she could plunge her tongue into my mouth, tasting my surrender, my depthless need for her hatred, her lust, her… whatever this was. Then her foot was pressing my face into the cold stone floor, and my ass was perched high in the air so that she could fuck my sucking shithole, her girth stretching me enough that my rim clung to her with every retreat, my pelvic floor tenting about her pole, heinous pleasures singing through parts of me that were not meant to know such things. Then I was riding her, my hips rocking like they’d never rocked before, my thighs squeezing as though I bestrode a bucking bull, her filthy cock sullying my pussy with the sheen of my rectum, the dirtiness only heightening the primal rage anal of it all, her need to degrade me, to punish me, and my desperate desire for her to do so. And when we came, we did so with our eyes and lips locked, devouring each other’s mouths like lionesses in fervent combat, our bodies heaving to take all we could. Then the catharsis waned from us, and our breaths fell, and I crawled down Elena Straltaira to suck her clean, to taste the comingling of my pussy and ass, but mostly to savor her flavor, the heat of her, the pulsing rigidity. No; it was to see the look in her eyes when I did with my mouth what even Yavara, with all her succubus D.N.A and adventurous lechery, could not. Elena came a second time, her nectar flowing from her tip without pressure like lava from the throbbing head. I drank it all, then kissed her tip, then kissed her. When I made to nestle myself in her arms, she rolled away from me, but she did not protest when I outlined her body with mine. “Do you like being the little spoon?” I whispered into her pointed ear. “Sometimes.” She muttered. “I’ve never been the big buttfuck spoon before.” I mused, marveling at the feeling of her athletic back pressing against my soft curves, her plump buttocks molding against my pelvis. “I think I like it.” I ran my fingers up her spine until I felt the flesh change texture between her shoulders. Jen cut it short when Mary arrived and sat down on the other side of me. “I am really glad to see you Steve. Katriana laughing, smiling, her blonde hair flying behind her as she ran through the halls of our home, her skirts flaring about her coltish legs as she leaped from the tree in our garden and land on the soft loam. Gasping for breath as he let go of her throat, the Asian beauty let out a weak whine as she was neglected for a second buttfuck time. "I don't blame you; it's almost midnight," Riley replied. I don’t want to go to Truliet, but my Mom’s enrolling me anyways, ‘cause she works there.” “A few of you had names that I knew but most of your friends I called a great many things. “I want to take your virginity like I took your mother's.” I just had to take this chance and finally girl bang a cheerleader, the prom queen, the hottest girl in the school. Carol moaned loudly at the strike, but she only wanted it more, and she couldn’t help but place her hands on the back of Dana’s head. “Like the... place just up the street...” But also illegal. With all the sensations going anal through my body I could no longer keep control of it. She told me. "Care to come with me?" And then Tina straightened up, and grunted loudly, "Fuck, argggggggg". Not you’re regular morning wood, this was “Holy shit, I can’t believe japanese that happened” hard. With a fascinated look on her face, she wrapped one of her hands asshole around it, sending a tingling sensation through my body. I need her to know I'm OK. Please let me call her." I held her head there