Her head rested lightly on his chest as she straddled her leg over his, preparing to go to sleep.Just as he had calmed down and was near sleep, he fel... something inside his boxers. After squinting his eyes and adjusting them a bit more, he realized it was Megan's hand. She was fondling him in her sleep. He couldn't believe what was happening. But he didn't want it to stop either. So he spread his legs a bit more and slid his boxers down below his knees, allowing his cock the freedom it so. This curse; that our children would slay one another, was cast to cause enmity between Yazadril and I. To break our friendship. To break the alliance between our peoples. To cause war between The High People and The People of Life!“And look how close it came to accomplishing that! I was a hair’s breadth away from killing Talia and Nemia, and then Yazadril would have killed me! When my people learned that my son and I had both been killed here by Yazadril and his family, they would have declared. It was amazing that anyone found out. I’d known she was pregnant, but I didn’t know she was that far along. She’d had the child in her apartment, and I had happened by to see if she wanted to go to a movie that night. That’s when I found her lying in the middle of the floor, holding her dead child in her arms, cooing to it. When the police came to take her away, she insisted that the child had not suffered. She had nurtured it for several days before she had drowned it. Fed it nice, the child. Don't stop now. Your other grips mine in a sudden fury, leading it between your parted legs. Fingers dip in between slippery velvet folds to the hilt, to the wet fiery core, thumb massaging your throbbing bud as I pump within you. It was the combination of everything, really, that led to me to the inevitable explosion. This achingly slow build up where my hand was really just the conductor to your delicious symphony. Your voice, the conductor of this ecstasy. So calm, yet full of an.