But, I am in service to the God-King, and, as with you, that service is a duty. Duty says, I do not throw away my life, when it will mean nothing, whe...e there is benefit only to our enemies and none for the God-King."Denethon stopped his horse and looked behind him. There were hundreds of soldiers to the north, most making their way south."It is time, my friend, that we do some of that duty." Denethon pointed at the men. "I will go there and rally them. You go south and rally those who've. When my cock did stop pulsing she grabbed a towel from her cleaning supplies and wiped me clean. She gave my cock a couple of long and tight strokes to make sure it was done wiping every little drop off.Then like she had just finished cleaning something in the house she turned and walked out of the room closing the door behind her. I threw my hands down to my side and let out a long deep breath. Damn, that was good. It was so good that I grabbed my cock and began to stroke it again thinking. Mark, though, had endedup with an ass that wouldn't just stop traffic but might actually causethe cars to explode. He had split a seam in his shorts, though the restof us were wedged in ours tightly now. Kevin, with his taller frame andproportionally more generous curves was in a lot worse shape than I was,but still my too-large sweat pants were stretched tight around my muchwider hips and larger ass. Mark, though, he'd turned into something justthis side of a parody.Walking was strange, and. His nose brushed up her folds. He blew out a harsh breath, inhaled, and dug in.Diluted semen slopped onto Sam’s taste buds, and he moaned against Heather’s lower lips. She forced him deeper. His fingers sank into her hips as he held her in place. Groans filled his ears before her thighs pressed in on either side of his head.“It might be because I’m still super sensitive, but,” Heather yelped and squirmed, “your tongue feels so good. Take your time.”Sam cocked his head to the side and breathed..