It was always somewhat overrated. Trust me on that. I ran the place for a good while. I should know,” another voice interjected itself.“Lord,” E...ie instantly prostrated herself before our newest guest: Satan.“Satan! I should have guessed that you should your face whenever you got bored with ruling Atlanta,” Michael smirked.“Chill, girlfriend ... you don’t serve me anymore ... nor do you have to, though I have plenty of other of the old staff on board with me. Anyway, governing Atlanta is a lot. Several hundred miles to the northeast, four Sulvarans sat at a tavern table talking quietly. "Are you telling me that he bested Rhohala?" The speaker, an old warrior, missing his right ear, was clearly in charge."Yes, my Lord," said a young man of no more than 17. He had a light complexion and dark hair tied in a warrior knot. His hair was blond and his eyes were amber, "We found a cairn and nearby a broken sword. I'm sure it was Rhohala's. I saw him fight on more than one occasion. The honor. "Do you wanna?" he asked.Without much hesitation (I surprised myself) I threw my shirt over to his stall and then got out the door and stepped into his.We were so close together in there. Eye to eye. Wow he oozed masculinity!I enjoyed eyeing him down, seeing his green shirt making him look kind of like a veteran soldier, his khakis, his fly open with just a hint of his red pubes sticking out and his erect and somewhat low hanging cock.I squeezed his penis. It felt so right."Ooh." I said. "You. She was so hot, he wanted to feel her mouth around his now throbbing cock. She wasted no time, before he knew it, his trousers were unbuttoned, she was kneeling down and his hard cock was in her mouth. She flicked her tongue over his tip, tasting his pre-come. She pushed his cock as far back into her throat as it would go, he was so turned on he felt like if she went any faster he could so easily shoot his load. She pulled his cock out to speak. “Fuck my mouth, I want to feel you.” This was.