" I whine in response, straining back against him gently."Ask for forgiveness then, slut." His voice breaks with this sentence. "You won't get fucked ...ntil you do." Please Master, please forgive me. It'll never happen again. Please Master?" I beg incoherently as he pushes me onto my back, him above me. He traces the head of his cock around my aroused cunt. "You're forgiven slut." He groans.I buck my hips eagerly against his cock, wanting him to fill me. "Please, please.." I beg helplessly. Furthermore, the Water of Life worked its healing magic forever. I was never going to get sick nor could I be wounded. A wound would heal as soon at the wounding weapon was removed from contact with my body.That night, all of us bedded down in the cave. The people believed that I could and would protect them from any demons roaming about. This was when I was forced to recognize that I did not need sleep. Every woman in the group wanted to mate with me, and they were so persuasive that I. I’ll be out in a second, I need to change, she will let herself in." Christopher nodded his head and sat down on the couch. He had been sitting on the couch for maybe a minute when the door opened up and a woman walked inside. She was short, with red hair, her breasts were large, bulging out of her low cut black spaghetti strap shirt. She wore a pair of short Jean shorts, her bright red thong rising above the belt line. "Hi, I’m Karen’s friend, Kaitlyn, you’re Christopher right?" He stood up. I can’t prevent a deep moaning when Alia’s fingers begin to penetrate my willing hole, in and out, in and out, in and out. She continues and my horny body eagerly desires every move of her fingers. My lap shivers, my face becomes hot, my breath goes fast. I climax with a long yell of intensive lust. When I open my eyes, I realize that we are still watched by our friends. And I still don’t care. Instead I push Alia on the pillow and whisper with a smile: “Wow, the shy, beautiful girl Alia has.