”“I can’t do that. Not this soon after Markus.”“Ok well the invitation will remain standing if in the future you get lonely.”“Thank you,...Marion.”A couple of hours later Marion got a message from Alice.“Will be releasing King Hardrada in a couple of hours.”Marion had already decided on what she wanted from the king. She didn’t want money, she wanted all of his British lands.When Marion told the king what his ransom was, he exploded. He was not going to part with any of his land.“Fine then”. Her body starts to rock under his touch, he can feel that she is close to cuming, he looks up at into her eyes, and with an evil smile on his face withdrawal from her pussy and slowly kisses his way back to her lips.He reaches up and release her from the handcuffs, she brings her hands down and raps them around his neck and pulls him in for a kiss. She slowly brings her hands down to his shoulder and rakes her finger nails down his back like the hell cat that she is. She then brings then around. She presented herself to him for the fucking of a lifetime. The horse eased his way forward, until his cockhead found its goal. He thrust forward, knocking Lisa unto the bales of hay. She gasped, It was more than she hap expected. The horse bucked forward again, driving himself further into her. She clenched her teeth and her face contorted, fighting the pain her vaginal walls was feeling. Her breath was extremely hard and fast. She had to adjust and do it fast. The horse lunged again,. Sitting at one of the smaller tables was a familiar face, Sarah, her elbow resting on the edge of the table, palm against the side of her head, fingers trailing absently through the wavy locks of her orange hair, her other hand resting on the rim of her cup, steam trailing in little tendrils through the spread of her fingers.She was wearing a simple t-shirt, a logo from one of the centaur racing teams on the front, the curve of the shirt following the curve of her breasts, full and prominent,.