He was a warhorse, trained to kick and bite in battle. He was nothing like my sweet, gentle mare.Angela sat stiffly upon her saddle, her face drawn. I...knew nothing about her. We had only met last night for her Blessing, and then I was mostly concerned with eating out her pussy—and she did taste delicious—while hoping she would receive an easy Quest.She hadn't.We had to slay the dragon Dominari far to the east. Well, okay, she had to. I was just along to provide support. I had no idea why. It. I spun to the left and knelt to shoot another enemy as he turned to flee.My squad caught up as the enemy escaped into the jungle. I started to lower my rifle before I felt the jungle shift to my right. I spun while bringing it back up as a huge drake lunged through a bush. I fired point blank into its face and mouth which seemed to be filled with hundreds of teeth.It jerked back and shook its head as those around me yelled to run. I ignored them as I let the rifle drop on the single point. ‘Whoever heard of a romantic pervert? C’mon, really, that’s oxymoronic. Ha! Ha!’ ‘Of all people,’ said Dave. ‘Hal is anything but romantic.’ ‘He’s the epitome of insensitivity and sexually inappropriate behavior,’ said Sam. ‘There’s not a romantic bone in his body. Ha! Ha!’ ‘For the record, I’d like to start by saying that this is not a mistake or a joke,’ said Hal with a look of unbecoming seriousness. ‘My contest entry is, indeed, a romantic one and I’m not sorry to say that, even after. I finished and she hugged me. We walked hand-in-hand through the post-race booths, stopping here and there to sample new gels or energy bars before heading through the parking lot to our car. We talked about the race course, some of the other runners, and the next race as I drove home. She showered as I mixed smoothies for us, then it was my turn. A nap was called for after the race, and she was already on our bed when I joined her. She nestled in against me and drifted off as I read from my.