In 1423 a castle was erected here on the north bank of the Erne River by Niall Grabh O'Domhnaill, Son of Turlough O'Domhnaill, to control the principa... ford of the river. It was constructed there because of a perceived vulnerability to attack from the Province of Connacht. The possession of the ford was of immense strategic importance because of the threat from Connacht, and because of the harbor here. At the time it was considered the key to the Province of Tir Connell.The castle was attacked. The fabulous golden cities was a writhing populous of dark flesh. Men could not keep from fucking and sucking each other relentlessly. That was when the gods abandoned their own out of disgust. Also when the dark elves became their own gods.The current dark elf is product of eons of burning lust. Already women were rare. That curse made it so each elf was sterile. As an attempt to kill them out and start again. They had not accounted for the elven magics covering that. Eventually artificial. ‘Oooooh, Pastor, you’re right. I’m a bad girl,’ Alexis cooed, her mind surprised at the sudden rush of heat to her pussy after she was spanked. ‘And what do we do to bad girls?’ Pastor said, rubbing his dick against her slit, gathering her juices on its head. Another smack landed firmly on her ass. Alexis wiggled her opening sex against the Pastor’s cock and she whimpered a little. ‘We punish them,’ she said quietly. Pastor’s hands came down in a quick flurry of blows on her ass, Alexis jumping. Turning off the engine my mind went back to when we had first met. It was two years ago; I was single and a jobbing plumber living in Bristol and she was living with her partner in Cardiff. A problem with her bathroom plumbing solicited a call to my employer and off I went to remedy the fault. I didn't take long although she had booked a 2 hour slot so we sat around her kitchen table chatting over a cup of tea. She was about 30, spoke with a soft lilting Welsh accent and was pleasant to look.