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 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 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 asian 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 this town wants you dead, to avoid attention.” “Think of the opportunity!” Flendian hissed excitedly, “The Pit champions are japan 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. A shining beacon, a hero, if you will. Night Eyes,” Flendian said in a hushed voice, “if you massage play this right, that Valkyrie will be on the lips of every crier on every street corner by the end of the week. By the end of a fortnight, she’ll be more famous than the fucking king.” “And whoever owns her,” Grunt smiled, “owns that fame. You want to carve your name onto the face of this city?” Grunt gestured to the gash in the table, “Do it with that blade.” If I wanted to carve my name onto this city, I literally would, I mused to myself, I’d carve it from the docks, to the west gate. Hell, I could kill Vistir, Ryan, student and even that bitch Gloria without so much as breaking a sweat, but there’s no fun in that. Grunt’s right, I don’t play the game for rational reasons; I play it because it’s fun. I looked down at the poison that had been meant for me, And the deadlier the game, the more fun it is. What game is deadlier than The Pit? “Astrid,” I said, looking at the statuesque Nordic beauty, “how would you like to be my champion?” “Killing for sport is against the codes of The Iona Guard,” Astrid said, “it is an evil-” “Fuck your codes!” I laughed, turning away from the dejected Valkyrie, picking up Terry’s severed head, and raising it aloft, “To Astrid!” I toasted merrily, “The Avenging Angel, The Winged-Executioner, the future-fucking-champion japanese of Drastin!” “To Astrid!” My gang toasted back, raising their mugs in place of decapitated heads, and then drinking deeply. “Right,” I said getting up and taking a firm grip of Astrid’s leather-clad ass, “now who wants to fuck her?” I want you to lay back . . . She slashed at him with her wicked-looking blade, and he let the edge cut asian into his forearm, before grabbing the vampire by her wrist, and throwing her into the wall. Or was he? I didn’t know that about myself for a long time—many years, in fact. He thrust up into her. “Oh and any player during their turn can tonk or knock on the table. I watch her big breasts in the sturdy bra shifting under her blouse. “Master?” She asked, as bewildered as me, “Master, the voice is gone.” “You ever taste a virgin before?” Billy asked. He served in the Navy Seals for god sakes,” I add. Her mother came up behind me as we heard the rustle of her clothing. I let him have a good look then said, “Hi, just topping-up my sun tan, just ignore me and japanese get on with the grass will you.” The poor youth jumped and went all bright red before finally saying, “Err yes, OK” and he went off towards the garage. She groaned, lying stunned. When I thought that he was student about to cum I stood up, turned around and lowered myself onto him again. She pulls my jeans and my undies down roughly in the one motion. They’ll swear themselves to me, and that should swell our numbers.” Eager to find out if she experienced it as I did. Why wouldn’t japan you be?” He yelled out loud, but I could tell he has never asked “the help’s children” in the house before and I felt myself getting angry again for thinking about myself in that way. So, bold choice not to use a condom if you were never going to see me again, but I think you’ll be seeing me a lot more. My nipples ached against his chest. Go ahead and do it. Suddenly his cock is pushed all the way inside my mouth and i feel him grow each time he throbs and with each trust. I could march into the sun and survive. I froze. Something that left me racing to decipher it. This is Lisa ‘FUCKING’ Montero we’re talking about! We walked in and several jocks were standing around in tuxedos with beer bottles in their hands. She was staring up at the ceiling, listening massage to Lola and Rebecca getting their birthday gifts from their mothers.