“Because ... he’s an idolater ... and he profits off idolatry,” one of the men tried to excuse himself, even as he pissed his robe.“That’s h...s business, not yours. I don’t care what a man’s religion is myself. I just want people to mind their own business. Smallfolk just want to live in peace, have enough coin to spend on wine, ale, and bread, maybe even a little meat if they’re lucky. You’re hurting this man because of who he prays to, as if it matters to the realm. Who does he hurt? Not you!. I squat down and lower myself onto his rock hard erection. Jacob holds my waist with his strong hands and helps me to bounce on it. My hands rest on his perfectly sculpted abs. (I’m a sucker for abs) I look up at him and his light brown hair looks a little darker in the dim light. Oh his hair is always so soft. “Ride me hard!” He commands. As if that three word sentence is the gun to start off a race, I slam my pussy down on his cock and it enters me. “OH FUCK!” I cry out. It hurt a little. Zeutch had been wracked by wars, the princes rising and falling to try and take control of the large nation while holding desperately onto their own pieces of it.And then my father had found a way to imbue an entire army of statues. Nonliving soldiers made of hard stone destroyed his rivals. He’d conquered a dozen smaller princedoms in the last two years, swallowing half of Zeutch in the process. The Lodestone let him do it. Somehow, it gave the rare ability of imbuing to thousands of people. It was Ed.“We’re trying to find your house, mate. Where are you?”I was confused for a second, and then recalled the conversation from several weeks earlier. I instructed him in where to go.It was 10a.m. but already the house was a mess. I dashed around putting away odd socks, dirty dishes etc. The private school mentality doesn’t allow me to seem a slob! Five minutes later, Ed turned up. His mother stopped the car, he got out and I met him at the front door.“Hi Ed! I’d completely forgotten! Oh.