She moved her ass even faster. I felt her legs tighten and her thighs begin to close on my head. I looked up at her. Her tits were bouncing back and f...rth and her face looked like she was in pain. Her legs began gently shaking. Her voice got deeper as she moaned, "I'm cumming...I'm cumming." As she gently shook, I slowed down. She didn't like that. "Keep going, make me cum again," she commanded. My face had been in her pussy for about ten minutes, my lips were getting numb and her thighs were. " No." This time it was verbal."Fraud! You dream of being king and cannot even control your own body. You will kill yourself and all of your people." I don't care." Yes you do, but you're lazy. You are not fit to be this man's son. You should have been born to the Roman patricians. You could be pampered all the time much like a slut. Is that what you are? A slut that simply lays back and accepts what happens." No, no. I am not." You are a pampered baby that cries when he is hurt and blames all. Radical!”“Swagger your way trough the whole tournament and you will loot the grand price of a cool 50.000 Gold coins as well as a free mansion in the ritzy noble hill district of Rasheul! Swagalicious!”Excluding the clerks questionable attitude, everything seemed fairly standard for such a competition. But of course the Rasheul Great Slave Tournament wouldn't attract tourists from well beyond the Free Cities if it wasn't for that one peculiarity that made it so enticing.The girl gave me a huge. There she was greeted with the sight of Faith washing up, not something Dawn would have ever thought as erotic until that moment however there was just something about it which had her juices flowing. Perhaps it was the idea of the big bad Dark Slayer who had always seemed so rebellious, crude and seemingly too good for menial chores suddenly seeming so domesticated. Like after just one ass fuck Dawn had turned the foulmouthed street tough Slayer into her doting servant, willing and eager to.