See what else Sigrid recommends on that subject," I answered. Sigurd had more to say. "My Lord, then there's the food situation. We originally had enough provisions for another two months. But now that we have to feed some five or six hundred additional mouths, it will barely last two weeks. And you’ve already raided the surrounding farms.” “So farm the grain that’s sitting in the fields and send some of the slaves or warriors fishing,” “The Hardcore grain may buy us another two weeks. And you know your warriors won’t eat anything from the fjord; those fish will have been feeding off of human flesh,” he said. Clan warriors were notoriously superstitious. Eating human flesh, or by extension anything that had been fed on human flesh, was one of the big ones. Eating human flesh was said to turn one into a horrible, hairy monster—a creature of darkness that came blowjob and slit people’s throats in the night. “So feed the fish to the prisoners!” I cried in exasperation. “My Lord, we destroyed most of the fishing boats to build obstacles on the beach,” Sigurd replied patiently. “Bah! Fine, we’ll just go raid some coastal village and take their food! Now go find Sigrid and see if she needs any help with the wounded!” Sigurd cum saluted and left. He knew better than to argue any further. He had gotten the better of me this time, but I would never admit defeat. Shaking my head in disgust, I walked down towards a knot of my men grouped at the shore. As was my custom, I preferred to exercise leadership by walking around. I spent time consulting with my warchiefs, inspecting the sentries, chatting with the men, and occasionally helping with the heavy lifting. I even helped drag one of the two captured galeas onto the shore. One of my tasks—and by far the dildo least pleasant one—was helping with the dead and wounded. The defense of Zavala had been costly. Some ninety of my warriors, dead or injured, had fallen. The majority were already dead. I had no word on how many of the wounded would soon follow, but I did know though that Froki would be one of them. “Tell my children… I am in Valhalla,” he coughed wetly. Blood bubbled up sickeningly from the hole in his chest. I swore to him that I would. Gently, I held him steady as I drew my knife and slid it under his armpit and into his heart. Blood japanese bubbled in his throat as he exhaled for the last time. The Zavalan slaves had spent the fight locked in the old warrior barracks under the guard of a few of those warriors lightly-injured in Zavala’s capture. As Emma was telling me that, she and Karen were cleaning bits of splashed plaster off me. Karen took her time cleaning round my inner thighs and pussy, which didn’t help my AF. I weakly nodded. "God you smell so good Hannah! I ran japanese my fingers through her long hair and held her tight. He used the Hardcore opportunity to ask if she ever had her own Pet dog. I will be at your house at 10:30. I get the bag from the front seat and leave the hammer in the trunk before taking my guest inside. Baby girl, this is the tightest ass I have ever seen.” He said and I felt him step away. Linda sensed what we were doing and begged us to keep blowjob fucking her. she was really fucked!! He had to believe she would help. After she’d dozed off he climbed the staircase, Ursula was waiting. And when your father and his banner men were attacked by a platoon of orcs, I was the part of you that took up the bow and laid waste to the raiders. Emily obeys, and she quickly turns around on her knees and re-positions herself with her pussy on my face, it seems she's eager to have another orgasm. I saw you go in the booth when I was dildo at the corner. They felt glorious and I couldn’t wait to suck on them and put my cock right in between them, but first thing first. Up and down my 8"cock touched her virgin lips and clit and I knew she was going to cum. There was no way that it would be aborted, nor for her to raise it. John broke the silence by chuckling loudly. We got the blankets pulled up, I wrapped her in my arms, and we slept. The women sat on a great cottonwood log. “Can I ask you something?” he said. CHAPTER 2 : Mile-High Club Alistair was waiting. He crashed into a fence and was up in a second for Abby. She screamed, then cried for help before settling for weak attempts of escape. "according to all medical cum knowledge the cervix can not be penetrated during intercourse but you just proved the theory wrong in spades, You defiantly penetrated my cervix and it was the most glorious feeling in the world.." Blood flowed freely from the open wound where Katya’s nipple had once sat and the woman let out a whimper of pleasure as the blood edged its way down to and then past her belly button.