She was my slave.Relaria’s yowl screamed through my mind. Her body rolled limp across the ground, her flesh burned from the mage’s wards.“Faoril...”Thrak’s booming voice washed over me. He surprised me, but I didn’t jump. He loomed behind me. I wanted to turn, to bury my face into his chest and feel his strong arms about me. But I didn’t deserve comfort.I was a murderer.“Faoril.” Softer this time. His broad, swarthy hands rested on my shoulders, squeezing, comforting.I shrugged them away.“What’s. My only thought was of HIM and the waiting water.I ran in up to my knees, and then I dropped in face forward like I was still a little girl. The shock of the cold water felt refreshing against the hot skin of my body and the heated beating of my heart. And not only that, but I'm shameful to admit that I could even feel it radiating out from my sex. I found myself horny as hell, probably the horniest I had ever felt in my life-or at least the horniest without actually in the process of receiving. She pulled him to the floor before climbing on top of him. He felt her hand firmly guide his cock into her waiting hole. She ground her hips against his, sinking his cock deep inside her waiting pussy. He lay on his back as she rode his cock. He had never been with a woman who had this kind of raw passion, she ground and gyrated her hips, keeping his stiff cock trapped between her legs. He reached up to feel her breasts but she pinned his hands against the ground, simultaneously burying his. "You must have had some adventures worth remembering." Oh, yeah," she smiled. "I had a good time, and I think I learned a lot. There's a lot more to the world than Spearfish Lake." Well, yeah," he shrugged. "But you knew that already." There's a big difference between knowing it and experiencing it," she replied. "Tell me, isn't Springfield a lot different than Spearfish Lake?" In some ways," he said. "It's not bad, but it could be better. I'm probably not going to be there too much longer,.