Carsina sobbed over the mangled body lying in a puddle of water. The entire sanctum was flooded, water flowing around my feet as it drained out at the...corners.Zanyia, splattered in black ichor, looked pleased as she crouched atop a dead monster, her tawny ears twitching. My sister stood by Ealaín, a perplexed look on Kora’s face. Greta hovered by them, the busty sex slave looking hale.Everyone save for Master Theophil looked hale and whole.“What happened?” I asked my sister as she stared down. ‘Pak..pak’“You are enjoying this, aren’t you?” I added two more slaps.“Yes.” She pushed up her redden ass for me.“Say whose ass is this?” I really wanted to hear her answer.“It’s yours. My ass is yours.” She was really into the game.“Good girl.”My hand ran down from ass cheeks to her pussy. She purred on my touches. She pushed back her hip to maintain contact with my hand. My fingers brushed the folds of her pussy. It was dripping wet.“Aren’t you a horny slut?” I teased her.“Yes, I am.” Her. At Christmas, we did the usual and flew up to Marilyn’s family for a few days. Everybody had heard about my promotion, and I spent a fair bit explaining to my brothers- and sisters-in-law what the job was, or at least what I thought it was. Everything went well, but there was a somewhat uncomfortable conversation on Christmas day. It wasn’t about the truly dreadful meal, which Marilyn’s mother cooked - Marilyn got her abysmal kitchen skills honestly - but the question asked over dinner. Harriet. "I had been in a bad relationship with someone and so I find it hard to trust anyone." Isabella turned to look at him and her heart fluttered. "I'm sorry to hear that, babe, really. I understand why you were cold at first now. You can trust me, I promise I won't hurt you." Markus caressed her left cheek with his right hand and stared deeply into her eyes. He leaned in and kissed her tenderly on the lips.Isabella grinned at him then pushed him back on the sand and straddled him."What are you.