They found King Thrasamund’s body several days later in the rubble of the palace. Less than half of the Vandal soldiers survived, with less than hal... of those uninjured. Sailors rushing to the military harbor stopped in their tracks when they saw our ships offshore. By then, everyone knew what one of our ships did to a coordinated attacking fleet of a hundred Roman ships. None of the Vandal sailors even thought about trying to attack our armada. They concentrated on staying hidden to avoid. “I didn’t want this for you,” Eris says, stroking Lynn’s muzzle through the metal cage. Tears fill her eyes and run down her cheeks as her hand brushes through the black fur. “I could keep you as a pet or bodyguard if I were in charge, but as it stands my mother won’t allow that. She wants your head, especially now that the others have escaped.”Lynn whimpers, nuzzling her mistress’ hand. Eris pulls her hand free and stand up, her eyes never leaving the feral. She unhooks the latch and Lynn. Stiff and firm, event through his jeans. His hand slowly fell to my front and his finger tips traced the out line of my rock hard cock. I sighed out loud, breaking the silence, unable to hold my excitement. Derick rubbed me and I rubbed him. He brought me to the most amazing orgasm of my life, rubbing my hard dick through my pants, he made my body shake and my cum shoot in my underwear, making me feel wet and sticky. Derick moved closer behind me, pressing himself against me, I moved my hand. She nodded, not explaining how."From your space station, I suppose," he said, surprising her completely.He grinned as her mouth fell open. "We put transmitters on the supplies you stole from us. Two of them are in orbit right over our heads." Is that why your people are interested in us?" she asked, recovering quickly.He nodded. "We just wanted to catch the thieves and get our supplies back. We didn't know about you before that." What are you going to do about us?" she wanted to know. She used.