‘Maranda, I need you. It is up to you, though, how you would like it. I could do you over the desk, or here on the floor in front of the fire. It is...up to you.’ I glance over at the desk, because I know that he likes it that way. ‘Over the desk, William. I know how you like it that way.’ William groans and grabs me to him. While he is guiding me over to the desk I can tell that there is something that he wants to say. Finally, when he has me bent over the side of the desk, he casually starts. "You're just trying to avoid doing your homework, aren't you?" I said skeptically."No," Sam said, "I'm serious!" She walked up to me, "Just stick your fingers in, or something."I blushed again. Here I was trying to do my homework and I was suddenly being asked to probe my roomie. Feeling on the spot, I complied. I inserted my (well-manicured) fingers slowly inside and stopped when I put them in as deep as I could, "Feel anything?" I asked."Not really..." Sam said, looking down.I looked up. Sam. We both know I am not going to last long, you decide to go for broke. You bring yourself up until just the tip of my cock is held in your warmth, then whap back down, hilting me inside you. Up, whap , up, whap . Your slow rhythm punctuated by the slap of our hips, your whispered fucks and my increasingly wild grunts. I am near to losing my mind with pleasure, skewered between your tight cunt and the delicious thickness of the toy; all I can do is let you use me as you want. When it is. “The Peak Kingdom is a place of much strife. The Powry necromancer-lords do this with their dead, raising them again to serve as guards for their mountaintop fortresses. That’s why the Dvergyr and Dwimar shun them. We do something else with our deceased. A dwarf’s Clan will place him in their own crypt, enchanted with the death-runes. These will cause the body to contract, solidify into a small measure of precious metal. Once the process is complete, the Clan will remove the metal and add it to.