Angela exclaimed in my blonde mind, Is that a fucking Valkyrie?! I thought they were myths! They live on the Gratoran Wall, I said, mentally showing Angela all the histories I’d read of them, On Mount Iona, Mount Ofan, and Mount Breyta. They’re supposed to be the greatest warriors in the world, bound to a strict, unbreakable code of ethics. How this one became a whore I’ll never know, but whoever owns her must make a fortune off her. She was the most majestic creature I’d ever seen; tall, subtly-tanned, features of cold, Norse beauty, and a body of athletic musculature framing feminine perfection. Her blonde hair was braided intricately about her crown, her wings stretched angelically from her back, and her asshole was stuffed with two, thick cocks. She had her arms slung over the blowjob necks of an orc and a dark-elf, supporting her in the air between them as she writhed and screamed, her legs spread to expose her defilement, and allow for the dwarf to eat her leaking pussy. Even in her compromising state, she was the most stunning thing I’d ever seen. “Hey,” a male voice said to my left, “how much for a good time, Sweetie?” I looked down, and saw a man of maybe thirty years. His crown was thinning, but he was youthful enough (I hoped) for Angela. You hoped wrong, Justina. Angela replied, What part of ‘flowing hair’ was hard for you to understand? Holy fuck, Angela, if you don’t like it, you can get out of my head! I growled. If I hadn’t gotten in pov your head in the first place, you’d still be at Mommy’s house, feeding yourself from her poop-shoot. Angela retorted, You owe me, Justina; now tell asian baldy to scram! “Sorry, Babe,” I said to the man in my most sultry voice, “but I’m afraid I’m off work. Give me your hotel number though,” I smiled with a wink, “and I’ll make it up to you later.” “Fucking whores.” The man grumbled, walking away. I fucking hate you, Angela. I seethed, clenching and unclenching my fists as my feminine hunger screamed its emptiness from my nethers, Can you not feel what I’m feeling right now?! Oh, I feel it, Angela retorted, I just have this little thing called self-control. “Did I just fucking see that?” a girlish voice laughed beside me, “A succubus, rejecting japanese a man, because she’s ‘off work?!’ Now I’ve seen everything.” I glanced over to the side, and saw a nymph-girl about my age. She had white hair that blended with her ivory horns, a caramel complexion, a developed, but slender body, and pine-green eyes surrounded by black sclera. She was bare-chested, and her eye color was interesting, but what really caught my attention was the bulge in her pants. Hey Angela, I mentally sniggered, Long, flowing hair, nice smile, smooth skin, mid-teens, and on top of it all, it’s a woman! Beside her sat Malcolm Gilbert. I didn’t want to do it, and besides, it’s blonde too late now. Suresh also forget her after tasting your tight pussy," he finished with his story “Well you can either show me or you can suck my cock. She positioned herself in a way that asian she could hold Irina’s head and shoulders down onto the bed. I drifted through thoughts, thinking about what naughty things I could do with Anya when the water grew cool than cold. Oh, and by the way . . . By this point she was begging me to lick her pussy and eventually she couldn’t take it any longer and grabbed my hair and forced my face into her pussy. He said that when they were younger, they had some fantasies about another woman or a threesome, but it never happen. Her jaw dropped in stunned silence for several long seconds. It was incredible. Now this made us concerned of a trap but we eventually went ahead with it and got the privilege a watching japanese one of the goddesses, her priestesses and a princess publicly masturbate without being controlled by collars or control jewels. I slept in well past midday the next day, both women having already left by the time I arose. This incestuous rush shot through me as she nuzzled down to my breasts. I fucked her with a fervency, pressing her against the wall, railing into her ass, feeling her rim slide tightly up pov and down my shaft as she backed into me over and over. “For what?” She spoke, and he could hear the confusion in her voice. She stared up at me, her face trembling. My heart thudded in my chest. "Not telling your Master about unwanted visitors. As I laid under Amy and guided her blowjob black lovers dicks into my wife's pussy and cleaned her up after they came, I heard the door open and two more