“You are clear of mind, Rhela, explain.” The Lesser, Rhela, nodded once before speaking, “My Equal exaggerates, but is not wrong. When the signal was given to attack we were amongst the first to reveal ourselves and our eagerness brought us swiftly into the fray.” Lysera nodded, pleased with that at least. “Among them was a woman, long brown hair and a different armour to the others. Her shoulder bore the image of one of our skulls crossed with two other bones.” Lysera inhaled sharply, “You are amateur sure? Sure it was one of our skulls on her armour?” Rhela nodded and raised a hand, running her fingertip across the tri-tips of her left ears, “The skull bore these as decoration.” “I see. What did she do?” “When the signal was given she recognised the cry. Where the other humans spent a moment surprised and uncertain, she reacted instantly. She made for cover and injured me. This enraged my Equal who charged the human, seeking to capture her that I might regain my honour, but the human engaged her in hand to hand combat.” Rhela said, barely concealing the disbelief in her own words. Even Lysera was shocked. She had heard about encounters with these painted-skull humans from others of her Equal and Betters, but would never have anticipated one to dare go up against an Isiri once guns had been discarded, let alone successfully wound one, though she must have met a messy end. “It is a shame then, she would have made worthy broodmare.” Lysera lamented and Rhela nodded her agreement, “Still, I have heard reports of these special humans and her armour would be worthy as a prize. Go to your Equal and tell her in my eyes she has done no dishonour, and tell her she may keep what I personally consider to be a prized trophy.” Rhela glanced away briefly, “My Equal was blinded by the viscera of her own blood. The human escaped to another part of the battlefield. I am unsure who the honoured kill goes to.” Lysera grunted as her effort to reduce Cut-cheeks dishonour fell through, It would be a significant stain on her character for some time to have been wounded by a human in such a visible location and to then have had the kill escape her, “Very well, find Hardcore your Equal and have your wound seen to.” Rhela respectfully bowed her head and departed without a word, each step on her wounded leg causing more crimson to flow down her toned thigh, though she remained resolutely nonplussed by it. Lysera let herself feel a moment's pride for her Lessers stoicism but there was more yet to be done, so she shouted out a single name, loud and authoritative, “Aezera!” She stood patiently with her hand on her hip, deep in thought as a fingernail scratched idly at her elongated lower canine, asian consciously not looking towards the only nearby source girlfriend of sound, that of the humans continued albeit far weakened noises and the unmistakable rhythmic pounding of flesh on flesh, Tryi now burying every vein ridged inch of her length into the humans now soaked pussy, using her and claiming her. A figure, like Lysera also still clad in her battle armour jogged up and bowed her head respectfully, her other more senior teen Second and indeed second in command, Aezera. She was as tall as Lysera and perhaps quicker, but her strength and comparative experience still left much to be desired until she could wisely consider a challenge. “Yes, Lysera?” Aezera asked in her deep predatorial voice, resting a hand on her Gatt-Rifle, ready to leap into action at a moments notice even as she looked with a smirk towards the prone figure of her gyrating Equal. “Have you done as I ordered?” Lysera asked, though she already suspected the answer. “I did,” Aezera responded, focusing on her Better, displaying her own use of restraint in looking away from the attention-drawing scene beside them, their conversation matched by the growing growls of Tryi’s passion. “When you stripped the dead did you find a woman, dark hair, unique armour, an Isiri skull on her shoulder?” Aezera shook her head slowly and Lysera knew better than to question whether she had made a mistake, she had already had to deal with one insulted Second today. “What does it mean?” Aezera asked, missing context. Lysera paused for a moment, her stern expression changing into one of unmitigated delight and she laughed, long and hearty. She felt her disappointment at the poor fight slip away and she could almost feel new life breathe into her limbs. Aezera merely looked bemused, waiting. My mind drank it amateur in. Take it! They were easier; they simply fell to my feet and I was able to step out of them easily. Her hands still bound behind her back. “Besides, he's busy with his two girlfriends.” "Kira," I gasped, "What are you?" Nicole shrugged. A boy in a hoody stepped out of a doorway and blocked her progression. No man alive could deny that stare. Almost worth all the grief I put up with for the last few years.” Like the rest of her body, her hairless mound and lips had girlfriend a soft golden asian tan, only the protruding hood was the slightest bit darker than the skin of her lips. I said go get ready and come to me in the master’s booth then called Betty over and said betty this is another slave of mine would you see to all of them and bring them to me when Bridget is ready. He pumped his cock into her hard from behind, enjoying the small grunts she made every time his hips slammed against her ass. teen She sat there, sulking in her seat, like she’d been condemned. We showered and changed and Jon took me out Hardcore for a drink and a meal. “Awww… isn’t this fun?” she beamed. Sea Serpents! Of course, things may not seem so. • Mass They were so big, so amazing, soft yet firm, big and handful. Roy did not look happy. Later I sat next to Laura on the couch as Allison moved my belongings into our suite. “He can't knock them up. I groaned, my pussy clenching and relaxing. She continued, “I had just left the football game where I cheered at and before leaving the game I had a disagreement with my best friend.