What was called crime flourished as throughout human history, and so did guerrilla warfare; it was merely that all concerned had learned the self-serv...ng advantage of moderation in their hostilities.It was in this milieu that Igwanda grew up and pursued his chosen vocation. Born of a career soldier, he had from boyhood an orientation and interest toward what he called (and truly believed to be) "military service," his conscious thought emphasizing the "service." In fact, to him war was the. She was squealing with her own orgasm, twisting her head as he ate at her tender neck, while her hips squirmed violently back at him. "Gene, Gene" she gurgled. "Bite me, take me, wow." As his hips jumped in her jerkily, with the last drops oozing from his tool, he realized his heart was full of the rapture of this moment, and for the first time in years, there was no anger.They waited for their cumming to subside, and walked to the stream, bathing and rubbing each other wordlessly. Finally he. .." Kind of?"Ikuno cleared her throat still blushing, "there were a couple of things that happened. Firstly, I'm a spirit of nature and I draw in energy from around me all the time, when I became yours that was amplified and I was suddenly taking in a lot more than normal. Then there's the other thing…" What 'other thing'?" he asked.Ikuno's eyes flicked to Perra, "I'm not sure I should explain this in front of her."Perra pouted, "Me birthday is only a few months away and I'll be of age so don'. Stone faced, every quiver of muscle grinding to a halt, their skin having lost its supple. There was something very slapstick-esque about their fluorocolour vests, contrasted against their dull, red skin.I wonder if ordinary humans can see the difference.The old Dragon had warned her about the WuTong. Men corrupted by their lust. Exchanging their soul for orgasms and more orgasms, until they were addicted to the mind-blowing rush of easy access to dopamine turbocharged with magic. You could.