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“…three, two, one!” Elena grunted, and with a heave, we tossed Sir Fraldias’s corpse Hardcore down the spiraling staircase. It clanked and boomed as it disappeared into the stone blackness, then ended with a distant splash. “How are you going to explain it?” Elena asked, catching her breath. “I’m the queen of the Highlands; I don’t need to explain anything.” I smiled, wiping the blood off on my already-ruined night gown, “No one will question me about a missing knight, but a dead one at my door would’ve raised some eyebrows.” “It’s going to stink in here if you leave him down there.” “The escape route leads to a drainage pipe that empties into the Bentius Bay. Sir Fraldias is likely halfway past the docks already.” Elena snorted, and pulled the lever by the fireplace. “And so Sir Piss and Shit is flushed.” The secret passage closed, leaving only a brick wall. We turned around to look at the state of the room. A trail of blood led from the door, ruining a beige rug that had been woven by dawn-elf textiles, the very best in Tenvalia. The satin bedsheets were soaked in blood, sweat, and worse, and our clothing was a disaster of fluids. “That’s a lot of evidence.” Elena muttered, “The servants will talk.” “Hmm.” I mused, turning back around, “I am rather cold.” A minute later, the evidence was the tinder for a roaring fire, the priceless rug and luxurious sheets turned to fuel to bathe our bodies in warmth. We stood side by side, naked and filthy from the night before. I dared to touch fingers with her, and she dared to clasp our hands. And when I rested my head on her shoulder, she did not flinch or move away. It was a delicate thing, whatever this was, and so we tended it like an ailing infant, cautious and gentle. “Do you wanna fuck again?” I whispered. “Yeah.” She whispered back. Here, we were not cautious, nor gentle. Elena had me against the wall, driving as though to break me through it, forcing her cock so deep into me I thought she might pierce my womb. My legs splayed wide for her, my thighs jiggling with the ferocity of her thrusts, her fist entangled in my hair so that she could plunge her tongue into my mouth, tasting my surrender, my depthless need for her hatred, cumshot her lust, her… whatever this was. Then her foot was pressing my face into the cold stone floor, and my ass was perched high in the air so that she could fuck my sucking shithole, her girth stretching me enough that my rim clung to her with every retreat, my pelvic floor tenting about her pole, heinous pleasures singing through parts of me pussy licking that were not meant to know such things. Then I was riding her, my hips rocking like they’d never rocked before, my thighs squeezing as though I bestrode a bucking bull, her filthy cock sullying my pussy with the sheen of my rectum, the dirtiness only Natural tits heightening the primal rage of it all, her need to degrade me, to punish me, and my desperate desire for her to do so. And when we came, we did so with our eyes and lips locked, devouring each other’s mouths like lionesses in fervent combat, our bodies heaving to take all we could. Then the catharsis waned from us, and our breaths fell, and I crawled down Elena Straltaira to suck her clean, to taste the comingling blowjob of my pussy and ass, but mostly to savor her flavor, the heat of her, the pulsing rigidity. No; it was to see the look in her eyes when I did with my mouth what even Yavara, with all her succubus D.N.A and adventurous lechery, could not. Elena came a second time, her nectar flowing from her tip without pressure like lava from the throbbing head. I drank it all, then kissed her tip, then kissed her. When I made to nestle myself in her arms, she rolled away from me, but she did not protest when I outlined her body with mine. “Do you like being the little spoon?” I whispered into her pointed ear. “Sometimes.” She muttered. “I’ve never been the big spoon before.” I mused, marveling at the feeling of her athletic back pressing against my soft curves, her plump buttocks molding against my pelvis. I deep fucked her tight ass as she jerked around. “Understand what?” She smiled at him. "Well," he said, "Why did you turn up to my room wearing lingerie?" “He betrayed us!” “Daddy, I hope you know that we all love you and hope for the best for Jill.” Dakota says heartfully to me. I asked, backing away somewhat. ‘Mental conditioning?’ Think Isabelle, think! But cumshot who was it? Another. She just needed time to sort things out and decide where she wanted to go with the rest of her life. Whenever I blowjob touched any of my friends’ cock it was just to get them hard and I never did it too long. Amazing breasts, and a sweet body with curves. I saw him looking over at my legs a lot. What now? The stubble felt good and and his lips were moist from him just licking them. Jace kept watching the clock, tick tock, tick tock. Ten minutes later Dawn returned to the car. I sat on the edge of the bed, near her mom, and pulled her to me between my legs. However, he did feel a sort of metaphysical tingle in his chest, and realized there Natural tits was some sort of transfer of energies happening between him and Vanessa via the wet spot on his shirt Hardcore from her tears. My orgasm swelled pussy licking in them. He stood Infront of me. Started to undo his pants. As strong as her hero was, it was clear he would not be able to make it out of this; Song was draining his strength bit-by-bit. Sure enough, when Marge began speaking to some of the others, she was quick to criticize, "You should wear gold earrings with that outfit; not the fake stuff, either."