We never looked up to the gods, but you sired a vampire of pure blood. You could become our god. Do you understand?” Shaya Toa said, looking intense...y at Roban.“Yes, I understand, but you’ll have to talk to my sister, Athea. She usually handles my breeding schedule.” Roban answered coolly.Unsurprisingly Roban’s remark was not well received. Everyone in hearing range froze and Athea slapped him at the back of his head. Unperturbed he dropped the bleeding stone on the table and called for a new. Neither her mother nor Richard had ever told her why she became a slave after the games in Buenos Aires in 2000, and years later Alicia had to research it herself. After gold in karate and taekwondo, her mother had not only earned a lot of money with advertising contracts, but had also made many enemies in East Asia who did not allow the blonde Swedish woman to succeed in her traditional sports.After several assassination attempts in Europe, from which she only narrowly escaped, Alicia Senior. He grabbed my head, I opened wide and he just pushed himself right into me, having me gagging and choking right away as the tip touched my throat. I tried my best but there was no way for me to squeeze this cock down my throat. In an instant I made up my mind that I wanted to be fucked by this cock. So between a gag and a choke I looked up at him and breathlessly asked "please fuck me, PLEASE..." He didn't take much convincing. He yanked me up, turned me around and bend my upper body over. Youthful enthuasism, dedication, drive, determination, the hunger to win...it was all still there, out on the field and in the stands.I stopped down by the end zone and leaned over the waist-high fence that surrounded the football field. This was the same exact field I'd spent four years on as QB. I looked over at my high school team, in a huddle, and had to grin. The QB was wearing my old jersey, #15. Only, instead of my last name written across the back, it said "JENNINGS." I wondered who.