I didn’t know what was coming next. She was panting with excitement in anticipation of what would follow. She said there’s some white cream on the...nightstand take it and coat my ass with it. I grabbed the cream and the label read “desensitizing cream” as I rubbed it on her lower back and ass cheeks. Then she said “there is a three foot whip with a red handle in the cabinet go get it. I got the whip and snapped it a few times to show her I knew how to use it. I flicked the whip and it made a. With a smile of mocking bemusement on her face, Kalindraa flirtatiously said, “Why not relax and stay awhile as my guest. Perhaps you'd be more comfortable without your loincloth ?”“Enough prattle, bitch-demon. Prepare to be vanquished !” Kabot said, closed the gap between himself and the Spider-Succubus while raising DawnKeeper to deliver its deathblow and then tripped over an ankle-length and strategically-placed strand of golden spider-silk.Thorvik went tumbling and his sword, DawnKeeper. From the Dothraki horselords, to the pirates in the Summer Sea and from the shadowbinders of Asshai, to the knights and kings in Westeros, no man can pride himself with a cock of notable measurements. None of them except one.This would not be an erotic story if there wasn’t one man, that by a twisted joke of nature is endowed with the right tool to turn this world upside down. Turn it upside down, one, maybe two women at a time. Possibly three, but that must be the maximum, doesn’t it? I guess. She had been advised by her first cousin Lord Tinder, often referred to as the “Lion hearted” that Sir Alfred was a charming sort of fellow, but never to play cards or chess with him because he hated to lose and was the most annoying of creatures whenever he won.Alice remembered that specific warning because it was shortly after that short bit of advice Lord Tinder was relieved of his handsome head in a public execution. It was the sort of anti-royal family affair that made the jealous males.