The only reason we managed to keep this place was because we were too small-time for Vistir and Ryan to give a shit about, and they got back to killing each other.” “And Gloria?” I asked, her name foul in my mouth. “Oh, you know her,” Grunt chuckled, “she holds a grudge. I guess being thousands of years old allows for vengeance to simmer. We bolt our doors at night, and keep an astral sunbeam in a gemstone at all times.” “Vampires,” Terry spat, refilling the mugs and passing them out, “fucking rats.” “How big is the tag on my head?” I asked. “Fifteen thousand from Gloria,” Flendian said, “Ryan and Vistir matched that, but after you didn’t come back, they pulled the offer.” “But she kept it up, huh?” I smiled. “Like I said, she holds a grudge.” Grunt said, shrugging, “I’ve got to be honest with you, Night Eyes; flying in here on a fucking Valkyrie wasn’t exactly subtle. People are going to tell Gloria you’re Hardcore here- WHAT THE F-” There were three things I sensed within the blink of an eye: fetish the whoosh of something heavy moving with blinding speed, the wind of it breathing past my ear, and a metallic flash that moved with such swiftness, its path was a single image of arcing, gleaming steel. Astrid’s massive sword split the thick, oak table a quarter of the way in, and Terry’s head rolled across its surface, his eyes writhing asian in his dead skull. His fist clutched the handle of the mug he’d been passing to me, and a thin packet of powder slipped from his twitching fingers. I dipped my thumb into the substance and sniffed it. Belladonna Nightshade. “Looks like Gloria already knows.” I muttered to Grunt, picking up Terry’s decapitated head as Astrid sheathed her sword. I turned Terry’s face to each member of my gang, and stared coldly into their eyes. “You all know what I am,” I said quietly, making them look at Terry as they matched by gaze, “you all know what I do to people who fuck with me. Terry is the lucky one, gentlemen; remember that. Astrid is quick and painless, but I am not.” Each man held my eyes without faltering, their expressions as cold as their killer’s eyes. I was satisfied that I didn’t have any more traitors seated with me, but I kept Terry’s head as a decorative piece just in case any of them needed a healthy reminder. Gronk unceremoniously pushed Terry’s body to the side, and no one so much as blinked an eye over the death of a man they’d known for the better half of a decade. “That one,” Hacksaw said, pointing a meaty finger at Astrid, “needs lingerie to fight in The Pit.” “Fuck yeah, she does,” Gronk said, a touch of awe in his baritone voice as he stared at the Valkyrie, “I’ve never seen anyone move that fast; not even vampires, and those fuckers are like lightening.” “That draw,” Flendian said, mimicking the motion with his hand, “to move a blade that heavy, that quickly; Night Eyes, I hope you’re not going to waste her in the brothels.” “That was exactly what I was going to do.” I replied. “We could make a fortune off her as a whore,” Grunt said, leaning forward on his elbows toward me, “but we could build an empire on that blade, Night Eyes. The Pit is the beating heart of this city, and I know how you like to be perceived.” “Are you calling me vain, Grunt?” I asked with a smirk. “You’re fucking right I am,” Grunt grinned, “you don’t do what we do for the money, the women or the men; you do it because you like the way people look at you when you walk down the street. You didn’t fly into this city on the back of a fucking angel, knowing half japanese this town wants you dead, to avoid attention.” “Think of the opportunity!” Flendian hissed excitedly, “The Pit champions are all brutes; orcs, ogres, trolls and half-giants; hardly the sort that gain the people’s adoration.” He looked unapologetically at Gronk and Hacksaw, but they just nodded in agreement. “It’s a place of brawn and savagery,” Hacksaw said, flexing a massive arm, “fancy knights and fencers get buried before they can even make the tournament.” “Drastin starves for a real champion,” Flendian said, looking appraisingly up at Astrid, “someone they can adore, someone they can romanticize, someone they can idolize, someone they want to fuck. “That's incredible. My futa-dick throbbed in his bride's pussy. Bye mom.” Josh turned away. Don't worry, I think you're about to get exactly what you want". “That's obvious,” Rebecca said, “but not what I meant. I just want to do this,” she admitted. However, Tom had already felt ready to blow his load into her a few times. *Author’s Note* They wanted him, they wanted him so badly that words could asian not describe their bloodlust. Kelly pulled her panties down she got back on the bed she laid down and gave a big spread. The applause broke me from my trance and I found myself clapping along with everyone else. “You used her easy persuaded nature for easy sex.” You know…", John said while following Leroy with his eyes who was pacing around him and was now standing right in front of him. Half an hour later we were both fucking again and ruined those speedos as well. We went to a rugby club where the local team were celebrating a win. My alarm was beeping but neither cat nor dog wanted to wake up. “Yes,” I groaned. “Well your wagging your tail. Though he was in pain beyond belief, Norman had to try and speak. I passed Alicia, her face still hard. Maybe another time, she thought to herself. I closed my hand and the light briefly flared and sparkled fetish before once again the insubstantial glowing japanese mist escaped my grasp, Hardcore returning to the tree. Hank then buried his cock deep in her. He reached down and caressed her back, neck, and shoulders while she attempted to find a rhythm. I turned in a circle, gathering the nerve to knock. When they reached the front door Trevor pulled lingerie out Sam’s keys and open the door, letting her precede him inside where Sam was waiting alone. It was early Saturday morning when I heard both my parents rummaging around in their bedroom.