Sárkány stood as a bipedal dragon with wings and armor. His sword sheathed in his scabbard, ready to be used. His armor newly furnished from Diablo ...imself made with the finest magical steel he could make. His wings stood prepared if he ever needed to take flight. His spiked tail hung low from his back. He stood ready to challenge any foe that could pose a danger to them.Tefnut, on the other hand, stood as a bipedal seven-foot walking cat. She had the features of a lioness with fur that covered. “Our ships are better than theirs,” I said. “At least on a ton for ton basis. However, there is an old saying that quantity has a quality all its own. They outnumber us and their ships are larger due to their crew requirements.”“How bad is it? You’ve had one encounter according the reports I read last night,” the Colonel said.“If we had stayed to fight, we would have been outnumbered by at least four to one. And that’s just the smaller ships. There were probably two other small ships and then. "Git 'er on the bed, man," the Negress suddenly said, withdrawing her fingers wetly from Susan's cunt. She rose and taking a knife from under her blouse, slashed the bonds holding her to the wall, and lifted her by one arm to a standing position. "Now jist lay down there, baby, and ole Stitch's gonna give ya the best fuckin' ya ever had in your whole life. Jist like he did me last night," she added with a bitter sneer.Susan hesitated and through the slit of her half opened eyes she suddenly saw. ”“Yes Aunty,” a now reflective Becky replied. She was going to do it though and she was quite the determined young lady when she made her mind up.Steph was looking forward to spanking her niece. “You’ll like my hairbrush Becky, it’s got a big oval head.”“Will I Aunty, will I really?”They both laughed and then fell silent, musing over what was going to happen. Becky put her hands between her legs and surreptitiously, or so she thought, pressed down on her pussy knowing she was already wet from.