ASTRID Seven hours later, I landed on an outcropping of The Gratoran Wall. The sun was setting behind the desert hills to my west, casting long shadows across the golden dunes and plateaus. Willowbud was snoring loudly into my chest. Her pretty face was distorted in slumber; her lips spilling drool, her eyes pinched tightly, and her nose snarling with each thunderous snore. She looked very un-divine, but I still treated her with all the gentle reverence I could muster in my exhaustion. Willowbud was not what I expected for a god, I’ll admit, but I rationalized that her holiness was only strengthened by her humbleness. I gently untied the knots that bound her, and then draped her petite body onto the ground. As I looked down at her, teen I had to shake myself from the euphoric realization that this was actually happening; I was the holy protector of a Creator! This was the honor all Valkyries dreamed of, but few ever actually achieved. It had to be fate that I was captured by orcs, and then thrown into that cart, it just had to be! It couldn’t be because I’m a terrible warrior and an embarrassment to the Iona Guard. I told myself. I shook the thought from my mind, and looked fondly down at the sleeping divinity. I will protect you, I thought, you will come to no harm while under my care, little god; I swear you this oath. I lied down beside her, careful not to get too close, and then folded my wings over the both of us, and fell asleep to the comforting roar of her divine snores. When I awoke, she was gone. I shot up in a panic, looking from left to right, cursing myself for my carelessness. I ran across the outcrop, and then found her, and breathed a sigh of relief. She was bathing in a pool of water, showering her naked form with the gentle stream of a cliff-side water fall. Now that the sand had washed from her, I could see that she was indeed, caramel of skin. Her hair, however, wasn’t the dirty-blonde it appeared to be when it was covered in sand, but a pure white; starkly contrasting her darker complexion, but blending with the ivory of her horns. Her girlish face was full and rosy with youth, and did not match the womanly curves of her body. Her breasts were petite, but well-formed, her back was lined with lithe muscle, her torso was toned with soft creases, her glutes swelled alluringly from her sloping back, and her penis jutted thickly from her… wait; what in Creation?! “Oh, hi, Astrid!” Willowbud called merrily from the pool, brushing wet hair behind her curved-back horns, “I bet you didn’t expect this, did you?” I tried not asian to gawk, I tried to keep my composure, and I failed. I stared with wide-eyes at the long, smooth piece of man dangling from between her thick legs. I had never seen one before, and its presence was a magnet to my eyes. It was… fascinating. “My grandfather,” Willowbud said, stretching lasciviously for the falling water to splash upon her caramel breasts, “was an incubus. They tailor their appearance to match the desires of women Funny they lust after, and somehow, that trait passed to me as interchangeable genitals. I can control it, of course, but if I ignore it, my body naturally changes itself to match the desires of those around me.” She gave me a little wink, “So that morning wood I woke up with was a blaring signal of your heterosexuality.” She stepped from beneath the waterfall, and walked toward me, her thick member swaying between the sultry gait of her thighs, her rich body dripping and glistening in the dawn sun. I finally collected myself, and forcibly averted my gaze, feeling my face flush in embarrassment. “Oh no,” Willowbud laughed, “are Valkyries prudes about nudity? I always assumed a bunch of women living together fetish in the mountains wouldn’t care about these things.” “We don’t care of such things,” I said, looking away as she laid next to me, drying her body in the sun, “but the nakedness of a man japanese is something we… are not used to seeing.” “It’s just a dick, Sweetheart,” Willowbud chuckled, “how do you breed if you don’t see one every once in a while?” “When a Valkyrie seeks the joy of mothering a daughter,” I explained, still looking away, “she may find herself a mate amongst the mountain men to the north of Iona. They are fearsome warriors who make excellent seed-givers. She sends an emissary to request their strongest man, and they bring him to her for a single night. “I can,” he said softly, reaching up one hand and caressing her face. I had butterflies in my stomach. I become so goddam horny! As he was walked further in, the boy's eyes went to the metal pole sticking out of the floor ever to the side, a cock-shaped part at the end, with shackles on both fetish sides on the floor and hanging from above. "OH YES, STRETCH MY BUM!! He sounded upset. Rushing to find his phone, he sent a text. Laura couldn’t take the imagery asian anymore, she wanted too much to be a part of it, and she undid the top of her slacks, uncaring whether the women would find it a faux pas. With a solicitous manner and teen Funny a gentle touch, she had fastened Carissa into her own saddle chair with soft leather straps spreading her thighs apart and pulling her elbows together behind her back so that her pert breasts jutted proudly upward. I nodded. When he finally stopped licking me, he forcibly re-positioned me and I was certain he made sure Bailey would have a nice view of my pussy with his saliva dripping down to my asshole. When I rolled off of her she was panting for breath, sweating and with a huge grin on her face. “You are the whore who moved my purse!” admonished Cindy, “It’s your fault I had to act like a cock hungry slut”. “No matter the project or japanese the rewards in business coming from it, nothing about those things compares to the loss of not having you. Slowly she moved down further. I love you all!” “Please, oh God, please fuck me. Please give it to me. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I moaned around my daughter's nub as he drove into me again and again. -Storytoldcomics. He remembered the TV images of the thousands who lay dead on the beaches when the war reached its bloody end. What were you doing? Too bad” “Grow up. Had she ever felt this good? Suddenly, Mr Salvosa got up and reversed my position in bed. There was a guy behind each pumping hard.