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Astrid didn’t meet my eyes, but stared at her reflection in the polished flat of her blade. Her golden hair draped in a score of braids across her shoulders, her deep-set eyes stared coldly from her brow, and her lush lips were pursed in thought. “No,” she finally said, looking at the ceiling of our dugout, the planks shaking with vibrations of the crowd, pussy “not yet.” I recalled Astrid’s punishment, and couldn’t help but feel a touch of arousal leak through my present fear. She was a magnificent creature, and seeing her pristine body chained to the floor as she took every patron in the bar was a sight I wouldn’t soon forget. Witnessing the duality of her lust; her shame and ecstasy, her disgust and revelry, her euphoria and guilt, was like watching a painting brushed by a master artisan. And after the proverbial paint had dried (and Justina had licked it off her), a slightly darker Astrid was revealed; a little more callous, a little more depraved, a little less dignified, and a little less honored. A little more corrupted. “Mistress is trying to break me.” Astrid said, her voice eerily calm. “I know.” I replied, unsure of how to respond to that. “I can withstand the temptations of the flesh,” Astrid said, “but I’ve always lusted for glory, and somehow, Mistress knows it. It’s why she makes me debase myself in front of everyone; because I Blowjobs love it when they watch me.” “Corruption knows the temptation that will take you,” I said, “It’s why I can’t stop myself from fucking the woman who enslaved my own daughter, and you can’t stop yourself from seeking the crowd’s approval.” “Their adoration, their love,” Astrid said, looking ruefully up at the shaking boards, “my name on their lips. It is a cardinal violation for a winged-warrior to seek her own fame. Egregious enough for banishment.” “Remember that your god is making you do it,” I said, trying to keep Astrid level, “your oaths are superseded by the rule of a higher power; no one can blame you for breaking them.” “That’s Hardcore babe true,” Astrid smiled sadly, “but I shouldn’t want to break them this badly.” ASTRID “…Night Eyes presents: Death Kiss, and The Avenging Angel!” The announcer called us from our dugout, and the crowd roared our entrance. I stepped from the dark confines below the stands, and onto the sand of the arena. The senses of the world surged to clarity as I moved into daylight, and the sixty-thousand faces of the monster were laid bare to me. They were faceless faces, people without form or features, blurs of shape and color mixing in a mosaic of chaotic Groupsex movement. I felt the adrenaline kicking into my chest and the excitement brimming to my chin. So many people, watching me, adoring me, loving me. Their call grew louder as I moved across the sands, their pitch grew higher as I neared the center of the arena. The great swell of noise rose around me and within me, electrifying my nerves, widening my eyes, stretching a manic grin across my face. My fingers unwound and curled into fists, my breath was steady and molten in my chest, my heart was calm, but thrumming dangerously. Who knows what would happen tonight. She starts to lick the cum out of my incredibly sensitive and pulverized asshole and it is making my cock jump and spasm. I must have filled her up with how much I came. ' Yeah. "Kat?" I can smell something baking in the oven. She has… she has a penis, Brandon! “Eat your mother's cunt,” I moaned. Her tongue danced around my nub. Debbie bent over to climb in but stayed half in and half out with him behind her. She felt his cock deep inside penetrating her as she could only emit muffled sounds of pleasure of being used by him. Most of these people ghost the people Blowjobs they talk to, so what the heck? As we tired myself and Mark left the kids to it and headed over Groupsex to the ladies. If he will see them as they come in. I tried to shrug it off. Ryan got up and moved so he was standing behind her, he massaged her shoulders as pussy she cried, "Only the best for her." This caused a considerable amount of mirth on the part of Frieda and her parents. He had his eyes closed so I took one finger and dabbed up some pre-cum and then Hardcore licked my finger. If she went with babe a utilitarian braid, like I did, then she wouldn't have to worry about that. “So I’ll get fucked under water.” Unfortunately with as busy as we had been since the oracles' capture we haven't had time to learn how to best make use of their abilities. I blinked twice, and she nonchalantly leaned down to my twat. I need you. The girls were always at one house or the other until bedtime. With her shirt open, Annabelle’s tiny tits were available for my attention. He crawled under and laid on his back. In a Rathtar feeding frenzy nothing was wasted.