She also saw a human woman, laid out on her back, most of her armour cut away to reveal a nasty wound on her right arm. Even with her limited knowledge of the craft Lysera could see enough of the woman's blood to deduct a major, perhaps even life-threatening injury had been sustained. The human woman was conscious but pale and clearly exhausted, her fair hair dirty and lank with sweat. “White One,” Lysera spoke, inclining japanese her head respectfully only to be met with a raised finger, a chastisement to be quiet as she worked. Lysera breathed in slow through her nose and out through her mouth, staring at the back of the White One's head, eyes focused on one of the women's long white braids, betraying her age. It annoyed her to essentially be told to shut up by one as weak as the White One, but everyone knew that the service the White Ones performed on both their own wounded and those of the foe were essential to the Isiri on a whole, so she waited patiently and practised her breathing while the wound was stitched and asian cleansed. At length and with no rush the White One rose and turned, one of her lower fangs broken and missing, her arms and face showing no shortage of the scars she had likely received during her youthful times in the Warrior-Caste. The White One paused for a moment, eying Tryi’s abdomen with some suspicion, though she remained silent, instead bowing her head respectfully towards Lysera as her once white robe, now stained with the human's blood and the red sands of BDSM this planet, flapped loosely in the breeze against her slender and unmuscled form. “Thank you for waiting, Lysera,” She spoke, her voice calm and soft, though she traded a glance with Tryi, reading more about Lysera’s mood from the Second’s expression than she would off of her directly, “...I assume you came to speak to the wounded?” “Fucking… Isiri scum…” Lysera raised an eyebrow and looked down curiously towards the human who had spoken, her voice thready and weak, but her eyes bright, full of hatred and swimming in a lust to inflict violence on those who had wiped out her squad. After a moment's hesitation Lysera squatted down beside the human, letting an unpleasant smirk fetish settle on her expression as she reached out, running a hand across the girls face, feeling her skin, soft, but cool and clammy with sweat, the human didn’t flinch Bondage or look away, merely glaring and gritting her teeth. “What do you think of her Tryi?” Lysera asked, maintaining her eye contact with the human, keeping her voice soft. Tryi stepped up and looked down, pursing her full lips as she drank in the sight, “She is in a sorry state, but she is strong, good muscles for one of their warriors. Yeah, it really feels like that. I was licking the head with my mouth wide open when he came, spurting cum over my tongue and cheek. “Then give a show!” Ashley said, “Let them fly! No, no, please, no, I’ve been marked! The futa was on top pumping away into the girl's pussy with her foot long Bondage cock. I made a mistake. She’d gotten nothing done at work that afternoon beyond an apologetic phone call to the client she’d japanese missed at lunch. “Sure, I’d like that.” I was new here, so what if I couldn’t lift much yet… The irony wasn’t lost on me, and neither was the implication. With a curious look on his face he pressed his muzzle against Stacy’s panty-clad crotch, investigating the intoxicating scent that wafted from her juicy pussy. As soon as she stopped squirming the kissing and rubbing would begin asian again. As for shitting, it was either do it now and let it roll, or sit in it until I got sepsis. Raghunath:Now we should get you ready for the final shoot . Ashley began to stroke me faster. We had sturdy massage tables just for this sort of fun. Katie did a hand stand and left her BDSM legs fall apart right in front of my father. She planted a soft, surprisingly soothing kiss to the head of Charles's cock. Cece grabbed a glass jar full of cubes of dried brown matter labeled "brine shrimp" and pulled out a handful. Slut stop fucking Lesslie, I want fetish Lesslie's asshole to tighten back up, she needs to wear the tail for her doggie experience." For good measure, he swatted her butt several more times as he continued to fuck her.