She’s realizing how bad her situation might actually get. Her body weakening.I pull my hands away suddenly, my lust becoming unbearable. I smell my ...ingers, taste her juices. Fucking hell, it’s so sour. Pungent and raunchy. Everything else about this perfect little girl is so pristine and ladylike. But underneath it all, she hides a secret nastiness. And I can’t get enough.I reach down and grasp a fistful of her skirt in one hand, bunching it up, my lust making me forget about her modesty. I. Had she been a Greek born between 800 and 300 BC, she would have called the water the Euxine Sea, the “hospitable sea”. Eight thousand years BCE. she might have lived as much as 120 miles out on a great fertile plain surrounding a huge fresh water lake. Earthquakes and a rising Atlantic ocean inundated that fertile plain. It probably happened more slowly than the stories but faster than science believes. Surely within the span of two lives. Catastrophic events must be rapid enough for mankind. And its capable of being fully accessorized. Standard accessories are the Robo-Dick, a mechanized fucking machine to keep the whores holes stretched when shes not being bred, the Belly Bar, to tighten her down into place if need be, the Choker, if she tries to move her head and for newly lactating breedwhores, our Lactation Cups. They suck the breastmilk out of a bitch thats just birthed so we can use the breastmilk. What weve done is created a new line of Lactation Cups that can force. “Will there be orcs?”From the direction of the words, Vennoa guessed the turtle was speaking. She had never heard a turtle speak before.“We don’t know,” Seireri answered in her calm voice. “We’ve heard of kobolds and goblins, but no orcs.”“Hmpf,” the turtle grunted. “Orcs are vermin like kobolds and goblins. I’ll kill any that we come across.”The hooded man stiffened, and pulled onto his hood a little more tightly. From her angle, Vennoa caught a glimpse of green on the man’s hands. Was he an.
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