“My turn first.” He said. I agreed. I was on my knees and he inserted his cock inside my mouth. After few blows, he took his cock out and turned b...ck. He rubbed his ass on my face too. Now it was his turn to pour the golden shower on me. He nicely pissed on my face and body.We were now lying and he now took the piss on the floor as if it was some oil and rubbed it on my body. Now it was my turn. I made him taste his own urine. I got him to kneel down. I spit on his face and then rubbed it all. Well, it sure looked like a log breastwork. Obviously it was something the Hostigi had done overnight."Signal the second attack!" Oaxhan commanded, now eager for battle.Denethon wasn't on that western hill, but even if Harmakros was there, seeing a hundred thousand men appear suddenly and start advancing on you was bound to have an impact. Perhaps he was wrong, after all.Bright sparks appearing in the early morning, among the advancing soldiers. From the distance they could hear cracking. Gum, and starch were all that was left that would allow me to make matches. Match heads could be mounted inside a grenade and a simple twist would ignite one or more of the heads. This would get a wick going. In turn, this would lead to the main charge.Making black powder was not hard, but to make it as good as it could be done was another matter. Hundreds of years had been used on refining the process. Ball mills to crush each of the ingredients then heavy steel wheels supported just a small. It was extremely painful. I told him that it really hurt, but he said to relax and give it a minute or two and the pain would pass. He left the head of his cock there until I calmed down. He started shoving his dick slowly and very gently, deeper and deeper until he was balls deep in my ass. He gently massaged my ass and my back as he slowly and gently fucked my ass. He was right, the pain did go away. Either that or the sensation of that big cock in my ass felt so good I forgot about the pain..