A heartbeat later, I crashed into his armor. I planted my feet and leaped off the dying man's plate, the steel flexing.I soared from him, my blade rip...ed free. Droplets of blood sprayed out before me, my tail swishing to provide counterbalance. My ears twitched as I landed on the back of another soldier's mount. He cursed, twisting as I punched my right fist at his neck, katar jutting before my attack, a thick, triangular claw.He gurgled as he died.“I'm not a bitch!” I howled. “Do I look at all. He reached down and took a handful of her dark mane in his hand and pulled her head towards his, making her arch her back and thrust out her chest.“Are you my whore?” he whispered, his breath hot in her ear.“Yes! Yes!” she gasped, her excitement overwhelming her. “I’m your whore! I’m your dirty fucking whore! Fuck me! Fuck my whore cunt!”Her words spurred him on as he held tight to her hair, and he looked down as his hips slapped against her, watching the length of his cock disappear into her,. "I get ribbed for it all the time. Tamils don't realize just how hard their language is to learn. I tried studying it on my own a few times, but there's hardly any books or reference materials on it, and they just cover the basics." What Tamil do you know?" I tried learning the alphabet, but I only know a few words." Such as?" Well I remember my mother saying words like polathe pullah, viser cutee, mokku padian, pisasu, channion..."Those words meant "naughty child", "crazy kid", "stupid boy",. A mouth found a nipple and teeth nipped gently at it while another hand snaked its way between my legs to the warm wetness waiting there. I could feel myself starting towards another climax, but Uncle pulled away. “No, I think we might get more fun by making her wait to cum,” he told Dad. “Besides, we have not started to have our enjoyment yet, have we?” He went over to the table, bringing back a set of nipple clamps linked by a thin but strong metal chain. Expertly he clamped the first to a.