This is ... this is really fucking dangerous.”“What can do this?” Sándor asked.“Hmm. Only thing I can think of is the Hosts, beshilu. You’v... met azlu, Jack, but beshilu are rats, and they gnaw at the Gauntlet. And ... and ... and a spirit told us that the azlu didn’t come to Dolareido naturally.” She gestured to the tear. “Which makes me think something strange caused this, and the azlu showed up. They’re driven by instinct to weave web and strengthen the Gauntlet.”Jack shivered. The azlu,. She seemed eager then, speaking rapidly, telling how she had it all figured out. It was, she said, a simple matter of rescheduling his workday to allow another ten hours per week to help with her class. Arthur noticed that during this talk she never said she would replace the other work, just add to it- but nobody ever said that being a collared criminal was easy. ——— [10 Days earlier] Arthur grumbled but still walked toward the mouth of Corpse Creek. Two hundred meters ahead the stream ran. The only big task that remained would be the fixing of the cellar; but that could wait, since there would be nothing to store in it before the Autumn.The problem was that I was running out of things to do. Of course, there was fixing the cellar and building the smokehouse, but the truth was that I was in no shape to start, or even supervise, either of those projects. Physically I was more than fine. I had made sure that the men who had been helping me had been eating well, therefore I had been. I proceed to do so. She leaned forward, and asked me to cum on her titties. Then she jammed the dildo in my ass. I cried out in ecstasy. I still can't believe this was really happening, especially with my 8th grade crush! She pulled her shirt up and placed my hands on her DD titties. She started to fuck me into oblivion. "You like this dick in your ass huh? You like this fucking dick! You love the way I fuck you, don't you?!?!?" I couldn't say anything besides loud moans and a million curse.