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An heir for an heir is a fair trade.” “I could kill you, wizard.” Brock growled. “No Brock, he’s right,” Sherok muttered, “Trenok is of equal value to you as Certiok is to Cermonok. Challenge him under these conditions, and he will be forced to accept.” “What if the combination of Trenok and me is worth losing his daughter?” Brock asked, “It would be a death blow to our tribe, and my people would be forced to submit.” “Cermonok is too old to father another child. He lost his sons twenty years ago, and he spoils his daughter rotten. He will not risk losing her.” Zander replied. Brock gazed asian into the fire, pondering the plan. With a grunt, he stood up and walked away, turning over his shoulder to say, “I will do it for the queen.” Sherok followed her man into their chambers, and closed the door behind her. “He doesn’t seem too excited about the plan.” I said to Zander. “Trenok is his pride and joy.” Zander sighed, “I fear for his fate, and that of the Terdini.” “The fight is to the death?” “When petite two clan leaders fight, it is always to the death.” Zander said gravely, “Afterward, the losing tribe must submit, or all the cumshot tribes of the Pines will descend on them for blaspheming the sacred blood oaths. I’ve seen it happen three times. It is hell on earth. The men are slaughtered, the Hardcore women raped, and the children are cooked alive on spits. Only after they have eaten the flesh of their young, are the women allowed the release of death.” “Holy fuck.” I muttered. “They are savage out here, yes.” Zander’s eyes were lost in the firelight, “When a people are treated like animals for a thousand years, they tend to act the part. Even when the losing tribe submits to the victor, it is a terrible humiliation. The blood oath prevents wholesale slaughter, but nothing else. The males are often castrated and used as beasts of burden, and the women are turned to breeding mares in the rape pits.” “Will Brock do that to the Protaki?” I asked. “Unlikely.” Zander said, then smiled wryly. “If shaved it were not for Yavara, you can be assured that he would, for his hatred of them runs deep. But he has ambition that outweigh any hatred.” “Froktora?” I mused, it could be the only thing. Zander nodded. She lifted her head and asian looked at his face, his eyes narrowed Hardcore cumshot to feral little slits as his lip curled, exposing the fangs in the right side of his mouth, his eyes shaved unfocused as he stared off into space. It was amazing. "He will never love you as you deserve." I’d rather focus on you, then the three of us.” After supper, I led my petite brother into the den and let him fix us each a drink. She instantly gasped and moaned. The whole point was time together. If you're 18+ and fancy gay stories, this is for you. "Beth, you said you would show me what you had done to your pussy after one month." He didn’t have to ask a third time. The older man in a suit approached us a slight look of concern on his face.