Alan had elevated and was floating forward at a rapid pace; he felt the attack long before they even started. The creature appeared to be a huge six l...gged animal sharp teeth and shaggy nasty smelling fur covering it. "Hold! You are on my territory, therefore you are dead, and your soul is mine!" A bolt of electricity shot out at Alan ('bout time they tried something different!) bouncing harmlessly off Alan's shield. Smiling Alan was about to give the creature a choice when he felt several. “I find that difficult to believe, Deadgirl.”“I am not of the First, the true Followers, I was taken from a village of the People years ago. I have been their slave and forced to act as wife. Prepare their food. To lay with them for their pleasure.”The distaste in the man’s eyes was clear. A glimmer of sympathy. She pushed on. “I have never eaten of the flesh of men. It is only allowed for the First, those that come to them voluntarily. I was allowed grasshoppers and mice.”He moved the axe in a. ” But for black millennials like myself, that’s not the case. I’m pro black by the way but I’m not racist. I just love my culture and in the skin I’m in. I believe the black woman is a goddess... it is what it is.Base off my past experience? It’s the Caucasian women who are victims of lust with a inner breeding desire for mix babies base off my encounters. Why is this? You could blame it on American pop culture for forever advertising jungle fever and reality tv shows like The Kardashians to a. He held his position for a few seconds, and then with an almostimperceptible movement, began to move in and out of me. After a few moreseconds of that, I began to move my hips in concert with his, savoringevery feeling. He speeded his movements and then, fully engaged with me,he powerfully, yet gently, pressed his manhood in and out of my body. Iarched my back, crying out once again, clawing at his back indesperation and joy at the wonderful feeling of this man taking me intohis bed and making.