Sir mene kabi mouth me nai dal sir . mene dalna hai or mujay pasand hai me . lekin sir app sara mere mouth me dal do gesir jitna tumare mouth me jayeg... utna e daluga me . j bol kar sir ne mere mouth me dal diya unka lund bahot mota tha mere mouth me nai aa raha tha lekin me dhire dhire le liya or sir ander bahar larne lage or mujay b maja aane laga thori der bad kisi k aane ki avaz aane lagi me dar gai or sir ko bola k sir kon aa raha hai sir , koi nai hay me ja kar dehta hu me . sir. That was the nasty mood going on, a buzz among the ranks of idle sellswords impatiently waiting for women they had yet to enjoy, when they heard the hooves of horses approach them. They didn’t know what it meant, but it couldn’t be good. There was but one knight in their own host and that was Ser Gregor himself. The sound of horses and riders at this distance could only be hostile, at least from their own experience.The next sound was that of shields clashing against armor and the steady tread. Be calm sweetie, go with the flow, the time has come.Sarah kissed her again and at the same time she felt her Dad’s hand on her stomach.STOP, STOP, Bristol cried as her Dad kissed her neck. She continued to protest butthere was little she could do as she lay tight between them. Her Mom and Dadcontinued to kiss her, running their hands over her sweet young body.Quickly her protests weakened. The cabin, the warm glow of the fire, the feeling oftogetherness in the wilderness, her parents had. To humiliate him father said I was to have his only daughter.The reason it humiliated him was because I was a bastard and of low rank and stature. My name is Dusk and I am a full blood sidhe or dark elf as they had began calling us. I spent all my youth learning the ways of the sword and unarmed fighting. I had even learned the art of sword crafting from enslaved dwarves.I had earned my name and what little respect I had by slipping into a dwarven mountain city. I had stolen one of the rarest.