Meanwhile, the Teutons became more and more independent. They finally split completely from the spellcaster order. The Hospitlars and Templars did so ...ater. There are also other, smaller, orders. But they are weaker, and less noble. For their victory, we spellcasters hated the Micesriks. Though the Hospitlars and Templars, weaker and less resilient, let the Micesriks have some peace, the Teutons never did!"It was we, for over three thousand years, who kept them in check. And, when the time. That's a wonderful thing. A blessed thing. If you have sex to please your partner or just share in a fun, stress relieving time with someone you actually like, and want to please, well, Amen to that too. But if you use someone, because you're tired of using your own damn hand, or you're just putting up numbers. That's pretty shitastic on the crapmeter of morality. And, if you molest or rape, well, that's a karmic, FUCK YOU, brothers and sisters. It's a karmic fuck you, that you, put right into. He then pushed his cock deeper into my throat, bringing tears to my eyes. "I didn't hear you," he said. "Mhmm," I responded with a mouthful.He slapped me again. "What did you say?" he demanded. "Y..Yes...Yes Sir!" I responded."Good girl," he moaned as he continued to feed me his long cock. "This is the closest you're ever going to get to a pussy from now on, so you better enjoy that taste. Do you understand me?" Yes Sir," I mumbled with his cock in my mouth.He then grabbed my head and. Hungers drove her. Feelings gnawing at her, she dove into the sea. Hunting, trying to feed her hungers she killed and ate till she was full and yet hungers still drove her. With a burst of speed from her swimming she left the water like a dolphin, yet never stopping the leap, her great wings snapped open with the sound of thunder. Water streamed off her scales and fell like sparkling jewels back to the sea. Great wings lashed the sky driving her ever faster, ever higher as if in a race to reach.