"A nice, friendly name softens the image." Bloodmoor," Adray said. "A dragon needs a name the peasants will dread." They are already going to dread wh...n they see a towering dragon complete with fangs," Pardin said. "We need a name that will soften her image so that the people of this land don't run away screaming in terror, something like Sunshine or Cupcake." I fear that you are brain dead. She needs a name that demands that the subjects bow their knees to her like Blackdread. My favorite is. “Ooh, we're going to kick your ass!” Aingeal screeched, forgetting only I could hear her.His blade slashed down at me, a falling meteor of iron death. I sprang to the side with ease. It crashed into the stone. Purple energy fired from my mouth. It struck my father in the shoulder. He reeled back.“How?” he demanded, jamming his blade into the gap between cobblestones, buckling up the paving stones, to keep his balance. “How do you have that power?”“Because I love Sven!” I cried out. “I'm his. He inserted it in her and asked how does it feel to you Mrs. Smith, she was gasping now from seeing and feeling that huge black cock in her tight under-used married pussy. He asked her since she said I was small endowed, how big was I and she told him 4". He said then your cervix does need some expanding doesn't it Mrs. Smith to keep it flexible? She just said oh god yes as he pushed it deeper up in her. He said this is an experimental treatment Mrs. Smith would you like to keep giving it to. Midday came and Gwen decreed a short break. Jessica took this opportunity to whisper to her friend as Harriet washed and bathed her feet in a little rivulet."Why can't we help the poor girl. Can't you see she's in agony?" It's part of her punishment. Let her keep her self respect and stop trying to help her. This is something she needs to cope with herself." You're being so horribly cruel, Gwen - I almost hate you for this!" Alright Jessie - offer to support her and if she accepts, then so be.