Stale and decayed, flat and inanimate. Had Garranus left him another clue? If so, it was outside the Manor.Jothan turned towards the gate and cast a f...iendly smile towards the Cohorts as he strolled between them. He had barely crossed the imaginary border of the Manor when one of the Cohorts stepped into his path."Good morning and good blessings to you, honored Mage," said the Cohort, bowing his head. "May I ask where you are going?"Jothan was tempted to answer "no" just to see what would. She was so wet, and warm. First, I primed her opening with my fingers. She let out a gasp of air as I massaged her flower, and dove fully in with two fingers. Her pleasure rode through her body, and my cock continued to pulse. My breath was growing heavier and heavier, and I couldn't wait another second to enter her.A few more moments she rode my fingers. "Please, do it now... ohhh, do it now," she grabbed at my head behind her and grasped tightly on my hair, "Do it now."Through my breath and. It was amazing. I felt the pain and knew what the final outcome would be, yet I was not at all troubled. Go figure! It's like I'm both here yet not here. Gore-at-lum (at least that's what they were chanting) grabbed Belinda's quivering thighs and pulled her body towards his. She felt pain and screamed, his claws mercilessly digging into her legs drawing more blood. Belinda's arms, her hands chained to the top of the altar, were pulled out of their sockets with a sickening pop. Her screams faded. To slowly seduce, to show interest and then hold back, to build the desire like a building a fire from a spark into an inferno before the first physical touch.She opened her pudgy old thighs for me again. I slid it into her warm wet tight friendly middle, settling my weight against her voluptuous body.“Ah.” She sighed in satisfaction. “Fuck me hard.” She said softly, “And don’t come until I say!”She was so damn tight, so wet, so wild in her pleasure, that I had to stop after a few minutes, or I.