You are nothing. I can have you killed with the snap of my finger.’ ‘I would gladly die for my country,’ challenged Caspar. ‘Leave my sight, b...fore you force me to do something I may regret.’ Yersef turned and walked into his tent, extinguishing the lamp within. Caspar stood still for a moment. He then grabbed a torch and lit it, and took a bow and quiver from a knight’s grasp. He had always been in the habit of becoming peckish after arguments, and he thought some venison would do quite nicely. I whispered this into his ear and how fucking good he was doing me and I was about to cum again so please fuck my ass as hard as he could. This set him right off and he started to pound my ass with all his strength and within seconds he shot his second load of cum deep into my bowels. I felt my whole tail and pussy jerk rapidly as I had another super orgasm until we both collapsed on each other from exhaustion.We laid there for quite a while to catch our breath and he told me I was the best. It's slightly lower than the rest of the room, with a few drains set into the tile floor, as well as multiple shower heads and small shelves along the walls. As you pad across the tiles to the centre shower head, you step over the drain in the middle of the room and hear a quiet gurgle. Assuming it's just water in the pipes, you pay it no mind. You get to the shower and turn it on, sighing as the hot water falls over you, re-drenching you and warming your cold body; it wasn't exactly. " It's been almost three years," she whispered. "Three years! Why do you think it will just go away?"Perhaps the tears distracted me. Perhaps I was just dense, a condition caused by worry for her. But I didn't understand. "Three years for what?"She shook her head angrily, thick burgundy ponytail dancing."Please," I begged.She finally looked at me, eyes still glistening with dampness. "I knew I loved you three years ago, Dad."I smiled and brushed a loose tendril of hair from her face. "I knew I.