Kora FalkAs Sven flowed beneath Prince Meinard’s attack, I stared in horror at the beige ooze writhing and convulsing. Inside of it was the shape of...a thrashing man. Master Theophil. Carsina shouted in horror beside me as I stared at the silhouette of the old man thrashing in obvious pain.“Save him, Ealaín!” I gasped, horror filling my soul. There were so many terrible things. Other monsters scuttled through the church. The women of my harem, my new wives, darted away from Sven, obeying his. .. things should be fine but I don't know if I'm homesick or what but I just couldn't shake that feeling of melancholy. I grabbed a roll of bandages and went back to my living room to mope some more while watching Grey's Anatomy. I pulled my tank top off and gingerly pressed the wrapped packs of vegetables to my tender, inflamed nipples before securing them to my chest with the bandages. I look like I got my tits done, I must look like an idiot.I smiled at my inner musings and begrudgingly ate. It had definitely gotten bigger in the recent months. The veins were bulging, the head was full of blood and his precum was dripping from the tip. She motioned with her tongue that she wanted to lick it, but Richard ignored her. This was about her being pleased. He grabbed her, forcing her to stand, still with her hands tied and led her to the other couch in front of the window. He wanted to show off his hot little slut. She bent her over so she was looking outside and grazed his throbbing. Then my phone rang. Usually in the middle of such a great wank I wouldn’t answer my phone. But this day, it was sitting right next to my computer, and I could see it was her calling. I couldn’t believe my luck. I maximized the hottest photo (bikini on the beach, youch!), and answered the call.It was some bullshit about an extra shift or something, but my cock was so hard by now, and I listened to her voice and looked at the photo. But the conversation was too quick, when she said.