“I told you I would use it against you!” Wrath cackled as he charged, “You must listen, Daughter of Passion, Daughter of The Destroyer, the Untethered One!” I lurched to the side just as Wrath’s blade cracked the stone. “You are nimble!” Wrath yelled. japanese I hopped over another sweep, ducked the elbow, but didn’t lunge for the exposed chest. Instead, I stabbed him in the foot that was meant to intercept my would-be lunge, then jumped away as that foot gave-way to a knee, barely pulling out my sword in time. “You learn fast!” he yelled again. He swung overhand, and I stepped into the blow, letting it pass over me at the last second. His entire body was open to me, and I raised my sword to put it through his chest, but speared him through the thigh instead. I didn’t wait for the blade to sink deeply, but pulled it across fast, spurting blood, then diving between his legs, and rolling away from his stomping foot. Wrath turned around, his wound a gruesome display of red and pink, but not seeming to affect him in the least. He was grinning from ear to ear. “But you do not have the killer instinct,” Wrath smiled, “you had stockings my heart in your sight, but you went for a legs disabling blow. Perhaps I was wrong about you, Daughter of Passion, Daughter of The Destroyer, the Untethered One. Perhaps you are made of flaccid and soft things. Perhaps you are as weak as that cock between your girly legs.” Did that just goad me? Was I really that easily manipulated? At first, I was annoyed. Then, I was mad. Then, I felt… not anger, but… rage. It burned behind my eyes, pounded in my chest, ignited in my muscles. 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, fetish 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.” My boobs were perfectly framed in the opening but still classy as no bra could be seen. “Cum on our faces, Daddy! She looked over, and Allie was staring at her silk covered groin, and Erin wasn't in any hurry to cover it. I see John maturing and really coming into his own as a man. However, what worries me is that he hasn't worked even one day this week. When I hadn't heard from Vin all week, I called him on Friday. " I told her without ever totally breaking contact with her lips. The heavy set man broke the silence, directing his question towards the middle aged man and the shy girl clutching his arm. The author does not condone any sexual activity with persons under 18 in real life. "GO ON, YOU TWO SCUMBAGS FINGER FUCK MY CUNT HOLE AT ONCE!" she laughed as the greedy hands of Gizzard and Zin found their way between her wide-spread legs and drove their greedy fingers deep into her hot and sloppy shaved vagina. You were arrested on a prostitution charge which was dropped. He kissed me hard. “How do you propose to accomplish this with two fetish kids and a husband”? I was wondering what legs Tammy and I could do to top off what has already been done. I shifted awkwardly as I desperately tried to save face. I really don't need or want a dick in my pussy.” “Well, things have changed a bit. She sat on the edge of my bed and began to japanese stroke my cock with her hand. I stockings wear jeans, shirt and slipper. And that’s what I did, just lay there for about 3 hours, only moving to turn over or get a drink of water. The steam immediately begins to roll through the bathroom. We both watched mesmerised as Rudi took off his shirt to show his Adonis style body. I hadn't been spanked by mother since I was a little kid. She looked at me with hot, crazy eyes.