They both came in a short while. He collapsed on the floor and shedutifully licked up and swallowed all his load. The man had been knockedout by his e...plosive orgasm and Elia made sure he was still okay.Once she confirmed that the man was still out of it, she glided over tothe gown and plucked a small vial from a fold and proceeded to drop afew drops down the sleeping man's throat. The senator coughed a bit, butthen fell back to the ground, limp. He was dead.Elia sat down on the bed and grasped. In short it wasn't enough. I needed nasty, kinky, dirty, humiliating sex and most of all I needed cock!Then I met a girl at work and fell head over heels in love. She wasn't drop dead gorgeous or anything -- just a pretty girl next door -- athletic, with a cute face, firm legs, great smile but small tits. And, it turned out, she was a lesbian. We formed an incredibly deep, loving friendship. But with a cock instead of a dripping slit between by legs, I wasn't going anywhere with her. Knowing. Brushing a strand of black hair out of her face with a toned green arm, she looked over at her axe resting against teh wall, wishing she could use it to solve all her problems. Rohkella needed this, though, for many reasons. Somehow, since taking over her clan, she had gone on to gather quite the Horde, other clans pledging their allegiance to her as she achieved greater and greater success, until she found herself at the head of an actual army. One that now marched towards the Human Lands,. " I will," he made clear, turning her to him. "I'm never going to let go of you, you're my queen, and now I just have to give you my crown too, because you gave me one hell of a gift," he explained, before kissing her."And it’s not over yet," she mentioned, before leaning down to my cherry."Oh, damn fucking right, you tart, I love you, Grace, you're awesome." But you just called her a tart though, wench," he reminded me, leaning down to me."Hey," she snapped, lifting her head. "Only we can.