He would be taken before the elders, high priests, and priestesses. Later, he would be publically deplumed and then cast out...off the planet and forb...dden to return. To do so was an automatic death sentence. He knew there was a group of fallen reapers that rescued exiled reapers to keep them from being taken into slavery. Of course, having no credits, they all usually fell into prostitution. Ashriel closed his eyes in misery. He would rather starve before selling his body for food or. "Still hungry, baby?" he chuckled, which turned into a laugh when I grinned back, "Starved"."Unfortunately, I have an appointment & have to go, so you'll just have to wait, baby," he said as he turned to bend and pick up my clothes to hand them to me.I watched that sexy ass move and his sweet cock dangle as he did, but still murmured a soft "damn"."It's okay, I'll make sure your hunger is satisfied," he said, smiling as he watched me reluctantly get dressed. "I'm having some friends over. Mark was glad that he had brought his phone and he quickly flicked it on and recorded the culmination her hand job. Julie pumped her boyfriends cock faster, and his hips began to buck, humping her hand. Then he grabbed her hand and told her to grip him tight. He humped her hand and shot his load of cum all over the front of her sweater covered tits. Her boyfriend shot a massive load so they must not do this too often, and both he and Julie stared at the white cum dripping down her pink. No, I was not some latter-day Count Dracula with his horrid taste for human blood and the bite of death that seemed all too boring from a layman’s point of view.I was rather more just a fortunate recipient of a blessing in the form of a curse that made me indestructible except for the reason of drowning and the inability to inhale oxygen in its natural form. There was no medical logic to it in all truth but I was not arguing the fact that I had survived for some four hundred years already with.