The scabbarded weapon flung my wings open, and the air slammed into me. Snap, crack, tear. I screeched, the pain lancing up the delicate broken bones, shooting from the tearing muscles, burning from the ripped tendons. But I flew. I caught the wind on my broken wings, and I glided through the ash-soaked air with no semblance vintage of control. I was a slave to the winds, but they were blessedly gentle beneath the cloud. I stumbled forward in an awkward landing, slid across cute the glassy plane, and came to a skidding stop. My wings drooped pathetically behind me, too painful to close, and too girl broken to reopen. They hung jagged and bloody from my back, crippled, useless, and throbbing with pain. “You only feel one pain at a time, Astrid.” I echoed my mother’s words, and found them to be true. Though I was broken in a dozen places, my mind focused only on the torn ligaments between my flighted bones. I compartmentalized the pain, pushed it into the back of my mind, and walked through the wastes as a cripple. BRANDON The immense black cloud was drifting into the heavens, bending at the whim of the wind, torched at the edges by the setting sun. I had left Mom, Dad and Angela to themselves. It was strange, but I’d felt like an outsider in my own family ever since Angela died. Mom and Dad had been crippled with grief, but I couldn’t share that grief with them. To them Angela was gone forever, but to me she’d become closer than ever before. Mom and Dad changed as people through their suffering, while I stayed on the same path. Our lives had diverged in that moment, and with each passing year, they grew further apart. When I stepped out of Arby’s inn, I realized that same divergence had happened again. Ever since I’d japanese gone to Drastin, I’d longed to come back to Towerhead. And now that I was here, looking at the broken-down shacks and derelict farm homes, I realized this place was no longer home. It wasn’t just the architecture; it was the people. People I’d known my whole life looked like strangers to me now. They were amassed at the bottom of the hill, not daring to near the golden-armored Ofanians who’d made a perimeter around the inn. They stared at the winged black beauties with fear and awe, and that sentiment was only more pronounced when their eyes fell on me. They knew me, knew me my whole life, but it classic was like they didn’t recognize me. The feeling was mutual. “How many have come back?” I asked Bianca. “Fifty-five of Two Thousand.” Bianca said, her exquisite face drawn in a dour mask, “It is near evening, Your Holiness, and my scouts have all returned. This… this is all that remains of the Ofanian guard.” “I’m so sorry.” I said, putting a hand on her shoulder. Bianca winced. I peeled back her shoulder armor to reveal a horrific swath of burnt flesh, open, exposed and weeping with infection, “Holy shit, Bianca!” I exclaimed. “Do not worry about me, Your Holiness.” Bianca grimaced. “How bad is…” I trailed off when I removed the shoulder piece, and saw the continuation of the wound expand down her back. I unstrapped her breast plate, lifted her shirt, and gasped. A burnt miasma hit my nostrils, and tortured heat radiated onto my palms. Oh man, the feeling is so fucking good. I’d japanese love to girl catch him like that. cute “Get in here!” Stacy was in the next changing room and quickly joined her friend. “Remember, slow stroke, squeeze for a long time and repeat it classic three times before you cum.” After Laura was done cumming, I was able to concentrate on the feeling of my new Pet's tongue. He was in a shocked state. The revelers, the whores, and the witnesses alike. She just shot me a scolding look. complete ecstasy from just being inside her and blow his load. I wasn't claustrophobic before but now... kinda vintage starting to get to me." Lily nuzzled her head against Carna's shoulder, her thumb gently drawing little circles on her partner's hand; Carna gazed down upon the red haired girl, her hand squeezing securely upon Lily's, "...Want it off?" Aruna was impressed!