I pull my cock from her mouth, and ribbons of the bitch’s saliva drip from it. Her head lolls back as she gasps for breath.“Such a delicious slut,...Annie,” I whisper as I move to her cunt and jam three fingers deep into its juicy depths. I clamp my other hand around her tit and squeeze with all my strength as I now slide all four fingers and thumb deep inside her. I form them into a fist and begin to pump deeper and deeper, making her d**g-befuddled face grimace with the shock. I penetrate her. ’ Hands helped me sit up, and I found myself in bed, under soft blankets I had never met. ‘Where are my blankets?’ I looked at him in a panic, which was shortly followed by anger. Who had told him to take my blankets? Those blankets were not his to take! He had no right to smear his fingers all over my sheets and impress his life upon them! They were mine. They were all I had left. ‘They’re in the laundry…’ He glanced at my bedroom door and back at me, ‘these are my blankets here. Yours were. Enishi... His hair was snow white. That's the form his pain took... It's not over. It's not over yet... 1877. Saigou Takamori's uprising in the Seinan War. Katsura Kogorou, overworked, was frequently bedridden. In the midst of the Seinan War, he died. His dying words were, "I nearly did it, didn't I, Saigo?" He died guided the country to its future even to the end--1878. Shishio Makoto's coup d'etat. However, this battle would never be recorded in history.Two months later.(Kenshin finishes his. It was a small space, just big enough to fit a workbench and a bookshelf. She had two stools by the bench for any customers as well. At the back was ladder leading to an upstairs loft where she lived. There was a bed, and a small kitchen area, and an even smaller bathroom. It wasn’t anything fancy, for sure, but she loved it all the same. And as a young witch who was only just starting out, it really wasn’t half bad.“Aahh~!” A moan echoes through the house. It’s early morning and the doors are.