Six and a half feet tall, covered from head to toe in mirrored black armour, faceted like a gemstone. He's like something out of a VR game, or the nig...tly news: "Rogue habitat pacified; renegade CEO in custody." What's happening?" This ship and it's contents, including you, are now the property of the Captain Roath Privateer Company, New Tortuga registered. Don't worry too much missy, we'll just hang on to you until we can secure the payment from your K&R insurer, and then we'll sling you and. "I thought about it and shrugged my shoulders. "Sure, why not. It's notlike I have anything better to do?" My answer seemed to lift a hugeweight off of his shoulders, because he seemed very pleased that Icould help.He looked at the speedometer, and then at me. "You can live with us,and if anyone asks, we'll just tell everyone that you're my nephew."That was it, he turned to face the road again.I smiled at him, then looked back attentively at Angel, I was happy.This man had just given me. There were twenty hatchlings rolling around in the warm ash in the centre of the pen, their squeaks and squeals of delight filled her heart with joy. There were at least a hundred eggs spread around the pen, some in clutches others on their own. She heard the beat of wings above her head and looked up to see juveniles the size of dogs flying around just below the ceiling. They set to work cleaning out the pens and separating out the broken egg shells to be sold on to the Alchemists guild at a. Lips dance and tongues glide tirelessly over each other. I wince from pain as I try to lift my arms and embrace her warm body, and she shakes her head just an inch. “You are not strong enough, my love. Let me.” Her fingers caress my eager manhood. Stroking, exploring every inch. Every bulge and vein. Every part of my pounding member. I flinch each time she traverses the uneven landscape beneath the summit, slowly crossing the tight, narrow bridge towards the cleft above. Sticky droplets stretch.