His first spurt of cum was followed by another more violent explosion, and then a third that felt just as intense as the first."Oh my god…" they bot... moaned, almost together, both laughing quietly as they’d realized it."Fuck, Megan. You are just too much."He watched as her breathing slowly returned to normal, still slowly stroking his cock, barely noticing as a thick string of cum dripped slowly from its swollen head. He felt drained, his knees suddenly weak as he watched his partner in crime. Peaceful happy shades gladly waiting for the next adventure.Others saw the end result of lives spent in gossip. Gibbets hung with twisting figures, trying to speak but weights hung from lying tongues prevented it. They too were in line for the next adventure. Will they hold their tongues?Figures missing heads, but holding on to the Goddess, burnt and battered ancestors, murdered by the religions of man and greed.The fire was lit, the blessings given, the dead released to be sought next. The mortar shell had chipped the concrete of the road a bit, so a warning cone was left to mark the place until the blemish could be repaired. Other than that, the next afternoon rain would remove most traces of the battle, and life along the road could return to normal.A celebratory party was held that night to mark another victory for the expanding territory of New Ochnee. One could expect a baby boom in nine months and a corresponding reduction in the size of the militia a few month prior to. S. Olympia. The hull was a bright white, with a red stripe along the water line. The superstructure and masts were a golden tan. The lines were straight and strong, the weapons and ornamentation a mix of 19th and 20th century. A massive gun turret rested on each end of the deck, yet small one barrel turrets stuck out from the sides in odd places. Seeing it made her realize that beauty can be independent of function, and some of her husband's fascination with weapons of war now made more sense..