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I looked down at the mother of my child. “Since the first day I could walk, I’ve been training to become the chieftain of the Terdini. It was preordained by my ancestors. I was to be the continuation of a line that extended long before the first Alkandra. When Dad became Froktora, it seemed like the culmination of that destiny. I would beat him in a duel, inherit his mantle, and the oral Terdini would finally take our places where we belonged.” I put my hand on her belly, my blowjob fingers spanning her entire torso, “I thought I would raise a son like myself, and one day he would cum challenge and defeat me, and the great cycle would continue. But it will not be so. I will have a daughter who bares none of my likeness, who will not even be of my race, and no matter what son I put into Certiok, this elf of my Hardcore blood will be his better.” “Yes.” She said, putting her small hand over mine. “We thought we had brought the tribes to their pinnacle when Dad became Froktora. Castle Thorum had been taken, Thomas Adarian had been captured, and the full might of the Great Forest and the Tundra had been united under the Dark Queen. It felt like destiny that night when we passed around your kitsune and saw the horror in your imperial eyes. How cumshot could we know that it was but the beginning of the end for us? That at our precipice, and at your lowest, the things had already passed that would reverse our fates?” “Zander.” “Zander indeed.” I chuckled, “I guess when you live as long as he has, it’s very easy to see the patterns of people, and set them like chess pieces upon a board. Even Yavara is but the queen to his king.” “He chose me to be the Head-ranger ten years ago.” “And he befriended my father when he was still a boy.” “Do you think he anticipated this very conversation?” I mused upon the idea with a smile. Leaning back I continued “If Hardcore you stay and Keep me amused you will get a bonus large enough to get you through school.” Later blowjob that same afternoon, at around 4:30, Chasni brings another much-younger guy into our bedroom, and fucks him too. Occasionally someone would cough or make cum a quiet comment about a particular painting. “I did not catch your name, priest.” “What’s your name?” oral the other guard asked. Even under water I could hear Tabatha shrieking. Thats all I needed to know. On the taxi ride over to the girls house she had her hand in my panties rubbing my clit I was dying to be licked fucked or even suck something she knew just what place to touch. In the early afternoon, as we crested a hill, we saw an ornate carriage. I stare numbly ahead for the rest of the flight. On the way home I told Jon that I had really enjoyed myself and asked if we could go again. “So what, you’re keeping him at bay and preventing him from fucking innocent girls cumshot by keeping him to yourself?”