She tells me to come closer. When I stand in front of her she makes me kneel down and then she takes the bucket of milk. She asks me to open my mouth....I open wide. She then pours a little milk into her mouth. Gargles it and then spits it into my mouth. I keep the milk in my mouth some time savoring the taste of Shweta’s saliva mixed with the milk. I finally can’t take it anymore I take the bucket of milk and pour it on Shweta. She gasps ahhhh! And gets drenched in milk. I can make out her. I need you to make me come. Please, Khamûl...”“First things first.” Khamûl applied more oil to her stretched nether hole, rubbing it around the entrance and then pushing a finger inside, massaging the soothing liquid into her sore rectum, slowly moving it in and out of her channel. She gasped, gripping his penetrating digit with her internal muscles and reveling in his easy mastery of her body, but before she could settle into a rhythm he again broke the contact.Éowyn gaped at him in. I've really missed you." she sighed heavily.I leaned forward to kiss her cheek and she turned her face so her lips met mine. I slid my arms under hers as she lifted her arms around my neck, meeting her open mouth with a very hot, deep kiss that lasted a couple minutes and had our tongues hungrily lashing at each other.Her body came alive in my embrace, her pelvis arched forward, grinding her tummy against my growing erection."Are you sure?" I asked, not wanting to take advantage of her. ’ It became apparent instantly in Eamon’s mind who he was. He was Porrohman, a harbinger of death. A darkness to an unknown number of people, who would suffer at the utterance of his words. Against his heart’s own wishes, his mind played out scenes of horror he knew would happen, as a result of what he had caught in his nets that fateful day. He had unwittingly made himself an executioner and his voice was the axe. MacDougall called for two of his men, his younger brother and captain, Bruce.