His cock bounced before him like a battering ram. Indian sex The onyx-skinned woman gripped a long, narrow sword in her hand, bright-red hair spilling about her face. People watched the house, staring at it. “PINK CUNT!”
Chapter Forty-Seven: Teasing Lies
Ealaín
My ax hurtled down at the ogre handler’s dark form. His lust-filled bellow echoed as he charged after me. I loved traveling with Master. “You’re a monstrous bitch!”
The woman smiled, her head cocking to the side. I slashed. It was the ultimate punishment given out to lamia sex slaves, so we were often reminded of what awaited us if we displeased Zizthithana. He thrust his hand at the movement, blurring through the illusion. The scimitar slashed at me. “I don’t know?” I frowned. I landed on the ogre’s warty back. Metal clashed. Wood smashed below. I lifted my head, staring at the window. Zanyia yowled, ducking as I flew over her head. I shall enjoy draping your hide over my throne and sitting upon it.”
“How flattering,” I said. Plaster shattered, falling off it to expose the inner core of wood. “Back up,” she hissed. I twisted. “Get ready,” Sven growled. I parried.
