"She strained her leg almost up to her waist, her skirt bunched up on her thigh. She knew that he could see under it, her panties probably exposed, bu... that was the least of her problems. Her leg ached. "Please hurry." Gladly, Justine," his hand reached out and gripped her ankle tightly, raised it higher, made sure it stayed straight, his other hand under her knee, he wanted her to feel the pull in her muscles and in her crotch. He looked down at the sleek leg beneath his hands; her skirt. “Master please fill my ass, make me your dirty anal cum slut,” I shriek, “Please master I need your cum.”I do everything I can, begging him to release, to grant me the gift of his seed. And yet he still holds out. Where does he find the control? He’s not human, I swear. With savage fury, he continues to pound my ass. My feet fall off his knees, unable to maintain my balance against his onslaught. He roughly palms my breast, kneading the soft lace, teasing my sensitive nipples. Hell, my whole. "I went over and helped him up. I looked at and felt his ribs and saw that I had probably broken one or two. I said, "You are injured. Do you have someone that can do your heavy work for a month while your ribs heal up?" I asked him."Yes, my brothers will help," he answered.I helped him up and took him over to get some water to wash up with.I introduced myself and he told me his name was Kovar.Kovar said, "I appreciate you not harming me more than you did. I can already see that you are a. It is a wonder we have any candles left here! I am a loving and caring person and from what Tschaikov has learned, you and I are similar in that regard. Though this land can be cold, my heart is warm and that will never change. Know that I anxiously await your reply and perhaps we may meet someday soon. Warmest Regards, Gregor The next morning, Gregor’s letter was dispatched with Aleksander’s most trusted courier. II. A brilliant sun shown over the royal dwelling of Kesse that late March.