Feign weakness to goad him, then show your strength when he is committed. I like it!” “Yeah,” I gasped, “that’s what I was doing.” “It will not work again!” Wrath grinned broadly, “It is now in my memory forever, and I will use it against you, you can be certain of that! You should have saved it for the killing blow!” Wrath charged again, back arched behind him as he raised his sword over his head, red eyes bulging, his black torso stretched to reveal too many abdominal muscles. I sidestepped cumshot the downward strike, barely hopped over the dragging swipe, then spun in the air, and stuck my blades to the hilt through his bicep. Once again, Wrath didn’t seem to acknowledge the great wound I delivered him, and I almost lost my swords as he moved his arm for another strike. I pulled my weapons free, scrambled from a thrown elbow, ducked a slice that would’ve cut me in half, then charged in, screaming at the tops of my lungs as I lunged toward his exposed chest. A foot caught me in the stomach, and I was hurdled away, rolling and tumbling on the sand, scraping my skin, losing one sword, and barely holding on to the other. I struck the wall with a thud, my blurred vision seeing a black figure surging toward me, a cloud of dust in his wake. “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. 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 asian 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 my heart in your sight, but you went for a 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 japanese cock between your girly legs.” Did that just goad me? Was I really that easily manipulated? At first, I was annoyed. Then, I was mature mad. Then, I felt… not anger, but… rage. It burned behind my eyes, pounded in my chest, ignited in my muscles. She was now laying on her asian side, cuddled up to me, mature her head resting on my shoulder. "Dad, why is Isabella a whore?" Niky said, “Fine, mom asked for Mariana, now I’m asking you for Miruna, trust me daddy you will enjoy that much, and mom too, that will give her more power over Mariana.” "It felt amazing." They quickly knocked the cumshot shots down, and John offered to take a selfie of the three of them together. “I know japanese that’s not a Celtic word, but it fits. I just stood there, not moving, after my other hand went limp to the side of my body. He is going to kill me…or us! I felt my balls rise up and my cock start to spew a huge load into her womb. You won't be able to pretend much longer. She said sarcastically as she stood before him in the room. I could just see the picture of Mitch and his wife.