It reverberated around her and she shuddered. She shut her eyes and braced her whole being against him. But her nipples were beaded hard in the blasph...my of his presence. There was a betraying, melting sensation in her loins―unsought and inevitable. He was waiting, she knew, waiting for her to submit. Waiting for her lips to part through her own volition, so he could impale her near to her throat and pump his boiling, demonic seed into her stomach as though she welcomed it. She must not let. I guess they didn't want me getting up. He left without saying anything. I had been through this before so I just relaxed and let the pumps do their thing to my breasts. I was actually able to take a couple of naps laying there. I peed a couple of times, getting used to the idea of just letting loose when ever I needed too.I knew I had been hooked up for a few hours because I could tell it was getting late in the afternoon by the light. My nipples were getting sore and I knew the suction had. My hair was longer than it had been in a long time, since I'd been a child really, and it was a thick black mass falling over my shoulders. I had muscles under my skin, hard and lean muscles that worked effortlessly as I ran with my mates. I had small scratches, the occasional scrape and bruise, but largely I was as comfortable naked and outdoors as I'd ever been clothed in my old apartment. I spent most of my time outside and careless of everything but the fun I could have with my mates and. “I’d give you a run for your money. Give me a sharpened spear and let me fight ya!” he said.She laughed and pushed her thumb into his eye hard while he squirmed and cried out. She didn’t pop his eye, but she warned him she’d be taking it before they left. “You aren’t dying with a spear in your hand or at sea. You are dying by my hand at the time and place of my choosing on dry land like a coward. I’ll take both your eyes, your balls, your cock, your arms, and legs first one at a time before I.