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“She attacked us, and we captured her.” Sara replied, “I can’t deny my soldiers their fun; it’s bad for morale. Freydis doesn’t seem to mind.” “When she regains her lucidity, Freydis will want to kill you, and the only person who can stop her, is me.” I eyed Sara the same way she’d eyed me, “Freydis is invaluable to me, but you are inessential, Sara. If your continued breathing is a distraction for Freydis, then I won’t deny my soldier her fun; it’s bad for morale. I’m sure brunette you won’t mind.” Sara smirked at that, and called off her women. They groaned and complained like little girls being told playtime was over, and I suppressed a thought of what would’ve happened if I hadn’t played my cards right. Freydis’s holes were roughly evacuated, her body was unshackled, and she was left in a pool of her own lust, spreading her legs, begging desperately for more. I rushed to her side, pushing the strands of hair away that plastered her face. There was recognition in her gaze, followed closely by a look of utter betrayal. “It blowjob wasn’t me.” I whispered to her, “I didn’t know. I’m so sorry, Freydis.” Her eyes still burned fever-bright, but her hands moved softly to mine, clasped my fingers, and brought them between her legs. “Touch me,” she hissed, and I gently obliged. Three of my fingers worked into her slit, my pinky slid down her taint, and my thumb caressed her engorged bead. God, she was wet. My digits were soaked and sticky within a second. Freydis’s brow furrowed, her mouth parted in grateful satisfaction, and she cried her mournful euphoria with the gentle swelling of her chest. Her body was intensely reactive; her pelvis thrusting violently when I entered her, her hips shifting needfully with the subtle slide of my fingertips, her abdomen writhing as though trying to expel some great lust interracial that sloshed in her belly. Her eyes were starting to glaze, their blue depths tinging to violet. If Freydis turned, she’d do anything to get to her master. I remembered the shackles in Tera’s safehouse, how the heavy-gauged chains had been torn from the wall like they were nothing. I didn’t have much time, and Tera was currently very unavailable. “Bring me Justina Autumnsong.” I said, then reconsidered, “And bring Diamond Glendian as well.” “But Justina is loyal to Brandon.” Sara frowned. “Did I sound like I was fucking asking?” I said with as much authority as I could muster. I was surprised when Sara clicked her heels, nodded in salute, then strode off. Huh, fancy that. I mused, Now I’ve got an army. At least, until Julia banishes them. Or they kill me. JULIA I licked the last droplets of cum from Night Eye’s shaft as she licked the last of the juice from my petals. Our noses inhaled each other’s scents, our mouths panted each other’s ecstasy, and our bodies mingled with each other’s sweat. Night Eyes had refused to suck me, but she more than made up for it with what she could do with her tongue. I still felt her spit coating my lower mouth, and dribbling from my flushed, lower lips. “OK.” I said, steeling myself. I didn’t want to get off her; I wanted to stay atop her, feel my belly molding to hers, feel her breath caressing the moist center of my sex. Unfortunately, I had a divine purpose to fulfill. I pushed myself off the corrupted Earth Former, offered her my hand, and hoisted her to her feet. It always struck me as odd how Night Eyes managed to loom, despite being barely over five feet. Her persona was literally larger than life. “Alright Sister,” Night Eyes said, her white lipstick worn from her lips, leaving them a pink shade of her caramel flesh, “what do you got for me this fine morning?” “You, me, and Brandon are going to-” “I said Brandon was off-limits!” Night Eyes snapped with predictable ferocity. “…are going to play a game.” I finished. Night Eyes studied me intently. “I’m not going to touch him, I promise.” I assured her. She narrowed her black eyes, then nodded slowly. If there was one think Night Eyes loved more than anything, it was games, and her favorite part of playing, was cheating. Just after I first took Grace and Emily to Darren’s gym, Darren took on a receptionist’ she’s called Poppy. The greatest interracial number of Valkyrie kills committed by another Valkyrie was when High Guard Eira Sunscraper of Iona slew forty-three Ofanians in the battle of Rockford Crossing. “Th...that was amazing.” She moans. Now, at last, the blowjob time had come and they brunette were heading for the Atlanta airport to board a flight for Paris, then on to the Congo. The heat billowing through me was incredible.
Am I ready? I asked, giving her big, hopeful eyes, eyes wrought with vulnerability and submission, just like she wanted. Just like I wanted. Lucy smirked at me, her red lips pursing around a cigarette, the smoke tumbling slowly from them. I didn’t have to be told what to do. I blowjob unbuttoned my shirt with one hand, and pulled a breast free. A woman walking her dog stopped and gawked at me. A jogger did a double take, then slowed down to do the same. They watched me as I grabbed my breast, and tilted it so that the interracial nipple faced Lucy. It was pink and erect, contoured with gooseflesh, circled with tattoos and pierced with a golden ring. It longed for the heat. Lucy pulled her cigarette from her lips, exhaled the smoke through her nostrils, then lowered the orange embers to my chest, and extinguished them on my presented nipple. I cried out, my voice wrought with delight and agony. Oh, the pain was absolutely exquisite . It seemed to burn a line from my tortured node to my defiled anus, both senses heightening the other, both senses only intensified by the thrill of my humiliation. She’d ruined me, ruined me long ago. You’re almost ready. Lucy said, You just have to do one thing. Anything! I mentally screamed, beyond desperate. I was undulating now, my hips rocking lecherously, my chest jutting forth before the deepening arch of my back. “You have to give me your children.” Lucy breathed against me, her supple body pressing its tantalizing warmth, hinting at the pleasure it could provide. And the pain. “No.” I whispered back, brow furrowing as I strained to keep control of my mind. The lust had my body completely, and the masochistic whore it compelled to the surface almost had the keys to the driver’s seat. “No?” Lucy giggled, “I believe the contract you signed meant your soul belonged to me.” “But not theirs!” I moaned, my hips rotating to the twist of Lucy’s finger, shifting to the will of the puppeteer. “When you make a deal with the devil, you should know you’re going to get fucked, Becky.” Lucy put our foreheads together, and I watched her irises change from hazel to gold, and the pupils change from circles to reptilian slits. “Why do you want them?” I asked, my mind hazing with pleasure. “I’ll tell you when the time comes.” Lucy crinkled her nose, “I’ve always been one for theatrics, after all.” “I’ll die for them.” I brunette hissed hoarsely, my crotch damp. “Oh, you will, Becky.” Lucifer licked my parted lips with her snake-like forked tongue, “But it’s too late to save them; they’re already waiting for us.” I didn’t see the knife that killed me. DANIEL The low fall sun had disappeared behind the clouds, dulling the view. Barren fields strewn with spent corn stalks blurred past me, the occasional derelict farmhouse interrupting the landscape. Interstate 80 was usually pretty busy at this time of day, but I hadn’t seen a car for miles. Not since my near-miss with the semi. The radio had gone dead, only playing static. Fucking antenna was malfunctioning again.
A woman who'd abused my little sister today. Didn’t you do her brunette already?” she said. She just has to endure the pain and speak the words and she'll get through this and it'll be over. His cock was still hard and blowjob throbbing as he got up without facing his daughters. This was a good job as interracial I’d left our swimming costumes in the hotel.
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