Drugo and his entourage had to formalize and celebrate the treaty in the very same room where Thorvik Kabot still hung, squirming in his cocoon and his permanently-engorged cock, slick from saliva and pre-cum, was still being tormented by the hands, lips and tongues of Tura and the Spider-Acolytes she had trained in the art. Indian sex Still holding the Acolyte by her throat with one hand, Thorvik used his other hand to thrust two fingers into her pussy and one into her asshole. The barbarian-knight and conqueror of five kingdoms, surveyed his surroundings:
stairs hewn from limestone descended to an open shrine area of fiery braziers arranged symmetrically around a large golden idol of a beautiful nude Asian woman with six-arms and eight eyes. Sensing what was going to happen, Thorvik renewed his struggling against the strong-yet feminine golden hands holding him spread-eagle, clenched his buttocks in defiance and said “Do not even think ab-UNGHHHH !” as Kalindraa pushed her middle finger inside of the mighty warrior, causing him to grunt and the Acolytes below to laugh in amusement. Despite Thorvik’s struggling, eight eyes and six hands roamed over and explored every inch of his bare flesh as Kalindraa cooed appreciatively. The Acolyte tried to scream in rage, indignation and perhaps, arousal (?) as Kabot’s calloused and experienced fingers continued to invade her.
