Bring my naughty baby upstairsto the Nursery when you've finished feeding her." Here, baby. Aunty Alison has a nice warm titty-bottle for you." When s...ethrust the warm silicon nipple between my lips, milk gushed into my mouthand spurted down my throat. I realized my raven-haired cousin must haveenlarged the hole in the teat, to make it easier - and quicker - to feedme my baby bottles. She held the end up for me, smiling down at me inthat smug superior manner as I obediently suckled from the. "In addition they will provide an amusing extra attraction when you perform erotic dances for me." I know nothing about erotic dancing!" said Katrina, "Elven Princesses are only skilled in the more sedate dances of the Royal Court." Hah!" sneered Delrog, "If I ask you to dance you will do it in a way that excites me ... because if you don't you will be made to watch as one of your friends outside is skinned alive!"Katrina's mind wandered outside. The sound of orc grunting and elven sobbing. I knew he had some sexual adventure in mind. He was alway driven by sex. He and I had sex every day and also did 3somes a lot. He liked a cock as much as I did. We even did a 4some one day. It was four hours of hard fucking with two men with hard cocks. I had my first with a guy in all three holes at once. It was amazing.On the drive to his k**s, my step told me to take off my pants and get next to him so he could finger me. With three fingers in me I reached over and unzipped him and pulled. That wasn’t the worst part of this war, of course. The worst part was knowing that they still didn’t have enough dragonglass, let alone Valyrian steel, to fight back this foe. There was only one weapon in their arsenal that seemed foolproof thus far, the very thing that the Hound feared and hated most of all: fire. Every day, he, Sandor Clegane, the Hound, had to order the pyromancers to work harder on all things fiery to thwart the Army of the Dead. Every day, he, the Hound, who feared almost.