Also if you find any bugs/inconsistensies in the story, please point them out. The story starts to get so complicated with the large amount of variabl...s that I might not notice everythingINTRODUCTION:You are Mike, an 18-years-old boy spending his last summer home, before moving out to college. You currently live in your parents house, conviently located just outside of a relatively large city.Your looks are something that people would call 'boyish'. You are slightly to the short side and have a. Into the shadowy nothingness she barked out a harsh laugh.She accepted the dark fellness of death to come, gratefully embracing the nothingness that filled her, the nothingness that surrounded her. A great battle was coming, a battle that would be known for it's staggering loss of life, of future, of love. Eowyn felt her heart steel itself, her mind become adamant, she would ride to battle - she had nothing to lose.Eowyn looked around and saw nothing to look forward to. She listened and heard. He absently reached for his whistle and put it to his lips. At its first piercing sound, Selah spun to face him and their eyes locked. The dance progressed, gaining fervor slowly, the tensions of the day and Steven’s doubts dissolved in the movements they made. They pursued each other around the fire dancing faster and faster.When the dance climaxed, Steven reached for his beloved. But rather than collapse with him into their nest of blankets, she pushed him down and stood over him.“Tonight,. “Oh, Master...” she meows, hands moving to stroke his hair.Brock knows he is performing right once he feels her. He slides his hand under her ass, raising her pussy up for easier access. His tongue dives into her folds, carving a path between them, gathering the juices he craves which have begun to flow like a spring from rock. The boy sucks her swelling folds into his mouth, running his tongue up and down between them, teasing her. Bolts of pleasure shoot through the catgirl’s body. She mewls,.