Ælfred had tried to explain, to justify his decision but Æthelflaed refused to be drawn. All she would say was "It shall be as you command... My Lord." It was to Ælfred's great sadness that she never called him 'Father' thereafter. Now, the day had come when she must leave Wessex and travel to Tamoworthig in Mercia to be married. Hereward had begged the King for command of her escort. He felt she might need a friend's company on such a journey.It was early summer and the weather. By the time you climb off my face, I'm screaming in pleasure. You sit next to my head at first, kissing me, tasting your juices. It's too much for me to handle, my muscles are tensing, and then I'm cumming all over the strangers cock. You laugh, and tell me that he wasn't gonna stop; if I got to cum, he should too. Then you scoot over so you're behind me, and pull my head into your lap, so I can see who's fucking me for the first time. He's gorgeous, amazing abs, muscular arms, and great hair.. We tried to understand more about each other. The time became too short and the conversations became more personal as we poured out our souls to each other. I found myself so needy that I would even share my physical intimacies with him. That was when I realized there was so much more we needed to share. He told me that the sound of my voice and descriptions of what aroused me made him cum. And I found myself wanting that. Wanting that power to make him spill his seed as he thought of me with. “I don’t know him,” Ryan explained to Nahash, “I’ve never seen this man before in my life. What could he possibly want with me?”The face crumbled away, caving in on itself and falling to the ground in a pile along with the letters. The mound of sand began to move, smoothing out until it had formed a disk atop the grass about as large as a dining table. A figure rose from its surface, humanoid, like characters in a videogame rendered with voxels. The person’s features were left blank, and he was.