"I'll clean you up, don't worry." Krista told me as she pulled the blankets off my legs. I thought she was going to get a towel for me, but boy was I ...rong! Krista immediately straddled my legs and bent down and began licking the sweet, sticky, buttery mess off of my tummy. I giggled as I felt her tongue dip inside my belly button and slurp the syrup out of it. Then she kissed and licked the mess off of my waist and all the rest of the remaining stickiness. She made kissing and slurping sounds. They do need to move more so the land can heal, the people can find more food, and they will have less sickness. I probably need to teach them about building a place to go to the bathroom — before it gets too cold to dig. Much of the disease they have is caused by the fact they will do their necessaries anywhere.We take plenty of knives of different types, as well as salt and pepper for trading. We each have a fur tied to our back and our bows and knives. I have my trusty big caliber pistol. “Well, we forced them into another embarrassing retreat, though we didn’t kill off as many as I would have liked,” Morgana said sombrely.“Meaning they’re likely to regroup and have another go?” I asked.“Yes, although I suspect they’ll be a lot more cautious this time, still their ward blocker will be useless to them now as they wouldn’t be able to get close enough to invade Kedyrn,” Morgana replied“They’d have to know if we see them grouping that we’ll just attack again,” I mused.“Well, the. It wasn’t that large and he was obviously inexperienced, but I got the impression that she wanted a bit of a “beta” male type to warm her bed at night for the rest of the voyage. I tried to focus on this and my own household rather than thinking of Margret’s sad fate and the loss of her ... at least we had that one last fuck, aboard a space freighter no less!“State your name,” Sergeant Auvray told him, “For the record.”“Andrew ... Tucker,” he stammered a bit, still quite excited.“Do you consent.