“Princess?” Greta asked, her voice soft.“Yes,” I said through the muzzle of the... of the feyhound. How was I in Scáthnamhaid?Then I remember...d the lamia. My eyes found her creeping up on Zanyia. She straddled Sven's sex slave, prepared to rip out her throat. Metal clanged behind me. The assassin laughed as I sprang at the lamia.She looked up just in time to hiss. My new jaws felt so strong as they crushed about her throat. She yowled in pain as I carried her off of Zanyia. I bit with all my. When her sobbing had quieted a bit, he moved and standing directly in front of her, lifted her chin with one hand, holding the quirt in front of her face with the other, said nothing. Susan, feeling her head being lifted, opened her eyes. She saw the tiny whip in front of her and suddenly realized what was expected. She blinked away the tears filling her eyes, and strained her neck slightly forward, pursed her lips and softly kissed the tool that had caused her such enormous pain. Looking up. As I slammed home she brought her feet up behind my shoulder blades and hooked on with her heels, allowing me maximum penetration.I then hammered into her hard and fast, the way she likes it best, nailing her to the bed. She thrust up hard with her hips and clawed at me with her nails as she rode my dick and tried to bury it as far inside her as she could. We established a frantic pace, with my ass jack-hammering up and down between her legs as she moaned and squirmed.Jake got in on the action. I pretended sleep holding my breath as long as possible. A couple minutes later I could hold out no longer. My last memory before passing out came through careful slits of my eyes. Jason donned headphones. He whispered something into the mic, some question about Rhonda.When we emerged from the room, we noticed a tall, handsome man with blond hair sitting at the dining room table slugging back a giant swallow of rum. A couple of long lines of cocaine lay in front of him. We made our.