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What the fu-” Then, everyone saw it; saw her . The Valkyrie split the mage down the middle with a double-headed axe, cleaving him so cleanly that his two halves stood in momentary stasis, before separating and falling aside. A mage raised his hand to blow her away, but his hand wasn’t there anymore. He hardly had time to scream at the stump before his head blasted from his shoulders. The last mage hurled a kinetic attack at the warrior, and she folded her wings before her, absorbed the lethal shock with ease, and unfurled her span in a fury of white, redirecting the attack back at its bearer, and blowing his bloodied pieces high into the canopy, decorating the pine branches with ornaments of his gore. She stood six-feet tall; her warrior’s body encased in tight-fitting leather armor, and framed with broad shoulders, an ample bust, a muscled torso and wide hips baring thick, toned glutes. Her blonde hair was braided intricately about her crown, and flowed down her shoulders amateur in ropes of gold. Her face was cast with a brow that shadowed her fearsome, blue eyes, lush lips that creased into a grim frown, and a nose that broadened into a pronounced bridge, before drawing seamlessly back into her brow. She was past her youth, as exhibited by the faint lines on her forehead, but she was still one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen. She folded the fourteen-foot span of her wings, and knelt before me, her hard Big Boobs expression growing soft and loving. She placed a tender hand on my cheek, and I felt hot tears pool in her palm. I curled into her body, and cried, venting my horror and grief, sobbing my realization that the world wasn’t what I thought it was. That evening, the Valkyrie bathed me in the stream, tended my wounds, and fed me. She adorned me with a cloak of her own, and hemmed it at the skirt and arms so that it wouldn’t drag. I teen didn’t speak to her, and she didn’t speak fetish to me, but she hummed a soft, mournful tune as she nurtured me, and its lullaby melody soothed my troubled heart and panicked mind. We sat upon the roots of a Great Maple, watching the twilight dwindle into dark, and the glowing spectacle of Arbortus come into view. She took out a flask, took a deep swig, and then handed it to me. It was a hearty liquor, and it burned in all the right ways. I smiled a small, grateful smile, and handed it back to her. “What’s your name?” I finally asked. “Freydis.” Freydis said, her voice surprisingly soft, her eyes watching the river. “Thank you, Freydis,” I said with painful earnestness, “for saving me.” “It is you who is my salvation, Bound One,” Freydis said, looking at me with adoring eyes, “you are holy, a sacred person to my people. I have oaths I must speak to you, but they are long and ponderous, and you are obviously tired.” Freydis dropped her head and looked at the river again, an expression of shame lingering on her face, “I am sorry I could not save your brethren, Bound One.” It seems a shame that you can't even say the word. I feigned ignorance. I guess I’m asian in the same boat, only my problem is putting trust in a woman ever again. I of course told Big Boobs him that I was planning to become a businessman myself; I had considerable skill in advertisement and planned to take courses in university to expand my knowledge of the field along with business courses. I would stand by the bed right up to it and with the patient (those of the right age and in good health) under my influence masked by my reading of stories to them, my elongated cock would teen seek about for their pussy with their volunteering to widen out their legs and then I would proceed to implant them into the womb like the others. I just thought this would be the funniest way for you to meet them. I am breathless... He nervously looked around the room before wrapping his lips around that nipple. He started with his fingers, then moved onto carrots, eventually moving onto a banana and cucumber. It was nice of Curt to pay attention to me. “I think you’re giving yourself just a bit too much praise there.” She winked, then turned around, sparing me no view of her ass. Looking back over my shoulder I could see him licking his lips, his eyes wide and locked on my back side. Seems legit. amateur Without hesitation, she arched her back, pinned back her shoulders and jerked her breasts rapidly to prove she was to be taken seriously as a contender in the Barbarian Boob Bash. If you want, we can do it again. But I knew I couldn't go on like this. fetish Its what I call a fishing trip. She reached down and gathered me up into her arms with my face between her titties. SMACK! His cum dripped on his sister's crotch and ran down between her legs.