Oh, did it feel GOOD! My teeth were practically cracking as they ground in my manic grimace, my hair was standing from my flesh, my knuckles were white against my hilt. My bones felt like titanium, my muscles felt like they’d burst from the skin, and that skin felt like it was impenetrable. I’d been in a cage my whole, fucking life, and now someone had just left it unlatched, and the animal would have her revenge. I screamed, and the sound was as joyous as it was wrathful, and I charged at the orc with my teeth bared, no longer caring for my safety, no longer bothering with being “nimble.” Wrath shared my manic grin as we exchanged steel. I moved with the recoil of my sword, faltered back to let his blade pass over me, then I dived at him, catching his fist on my ribs, hearing the bones crack, and welcoming the pain, relishing it, hoping for it. I spun with the change of momentum, my sword held tight to my chest, my manic eyes searching in slow-motion for the opening, until I saw it. The aorta in Wrath’s neck was bulging, pumping with his heart, and my blade sung forth, and sliced it. The fist that had struck my ribs had an elbow following it, and I smiled my last smile as bone met jaw, and my face caved-in. It didn’t matter. I had won. I had killed. I rolled across the dirt, seeing teeth fall from my unhinged jaw, watching my bit-off tongue flop in the sand, and I grinned internally as the pain screamed against me. I stopped, rose to my feet, realized that my left lung had collapsed, but I wasn’t feeling too bothered by it. Wrath was still smiling at me as he collapsed to his knees, blood burbling from his throat. He let out a strangled laugh, and fell onto his face. Soon after, so did I. “Ah, it does feel good to taste to defeat again,” Wrath said as we lounged in his hot tub, drinking ale from the horns of some great beast, “I don’t get many visitors, but the ones that come are often too full of bluster, and die too easily.” “Who comes here?” I asked, enjoying the jet of water riding up my ass crack. “Oh, all sorts,” Wrath said, “I leave my door on the other side open to any mortal who cares to test me.” “There’s a door on the other side?” “Of course!” Wrath laughed, “How else would I journey to the world when fetish I am called for?” “Where is it?” “There is a great hole beneath the Gratoran Desert,” Wrath said, ale dripping down his chin, “it is an immense cavern, filled with the heinous beasts that seek shelter from the heat. It was once a city, if I am not mistaken.” “Droktinar?” I asked. “THAT’S IT!” Wrath boomed, “Droktinar! Any warrior who can fight through asian the ground-dwellers of Droktinar and reach my door, is worthy of seeking audience with me. Brunette If they defeat me in battle, then I may meld with them, and give my gift to their hordes!” “Is that what I felt? Your gift?” “So full of questions, you are!” Wrath laughed, “But yes, you tasted my gift. Did you find it to your liking?” “I did.” I grinned at him. “As japanese did your mother!” Wrath seemed to yell everything, “She would taste my gift, and I would taste hers, and we would have the most VIOLENT SEX THE WORLD HAS EVER KNOWN! Good Mother, do I miss her already!” “You follow the maternal path?” I Hardcore asked, “Shouldn’t you be a Creationist?” “Why would I be a Creationist?” Wrath inquired. “The heathen gods are temporary things, but the Holy Mother is eternal!” After that mom made japanese Kamal sit and unlocked Hardcore the bolt of door and went out to take notice of the situation around the home because it was a usual practice of mom to sense the situation before and asian after making sex with Kamal. Jan excitedly said she would talk to Cindy and they would make the arrangements. There’s plenty… of food, so you can fend for yourselves tonight. When I got there, it was like I was hit in the face with a wall of everything. Posted by JackFD, with Francis Drake’s permission. 'Tell me in detail' she said. Not bothering to put on her saree, she went into the kitchen with just her blouse on to make some more coffee for them. “Take your time making up your mind. That thought had got my pussy tingling and when I turned a corner and saw that I was alone, my right hand automatically went to my pussy and started rubbing. Maybe Brunette I was afraid of myself. Nicole folded her arms but didn’t say anything. “I know, that was meant to be,” she said. She pressed forward, her tits brushing above mine, her nipples hard. She fetish blushed again. I started bobbing my head on his 7 inch cock immediately, taking in about half of his length and stroking the rest.