Agreeable Hottie Talia Shepard Enjoying Her Warm Fingers Rubbing Her Slits

Astrid’s massive sword split the thick, oak table a quarter of the way in, and Terry’s head rolled across its surface, his eyes writhing in his dead skull. His fist clutched the handle of the mug he’d been passing to me, and a thin packet of powder slipped from his twitching fingers. I dipped my thumb into the substance and sniffed it. Belladonna Nightshade. “Looks like Gloria already knows.” I muttered to Grunt, picking up Terry’s decapitated head as Astrid sheathed her sword. I turned Terry’s face to each member of my gang, and stared coldly into their eyes. “You all know what I am,” I said quietly, making them look at Terry as they matched by gaze, “you all know what I do to people who fuck with me. Terry is the lucky one, gentlemen; remember that. Astrid is Big Tits quick and painless, but I am not.” Each man held my eyes without faltering, their expressions as cold as their killer’s eyes. I was satisfied that I didn’t have any more traitors seated with me, but I kept Terry’s head as a decorative piece just in case any of them needed a healthy reminder. Gronk unceremoniously pushed Terry’s body to the side, and no one so much as blinked an eye over the death of a man they’d known for the better half of a decade. “That one,” Hacksaw said, pointing a meaty finger at Astrid, “needs to fight in The Pit.” “Fuck yeah, she does,” Gronk said, a touch of awe in his baritone voice as he stared at the Valkyrie, “I’ve never seen anyone move that fast; not even vampires, and those fuckers are like lightening.” “That draw,” Flendian said, mimicking the motion with his hand, “to move Solo a blade that heavy, that quickly; Night Eyes, I hope you’re not going to waste her in the brothels.” “That was exactly what I was going to do.” I replied. “We could make a fortune off her as a whore,” Grunt said, leaning forward on his elbows toward me, “but we could build an empire on that blade, Night Eyes. The Pit is the beating heart of this city, and I know how you like to be babe perceived.” “Are you calling me vain, Grunt?” I asked with a smirk. “You’re fucking right I am,” Grunt grinned, “you don’t do what we do for the money, the women or the men; you do it because you like the way people look at you when you walk down the street. You didn’t fly into this city on the back of a fucking angel, knowing half this town wants you dead, to avoid attention.” “Think of the opportunity!” Flendian hissed excitedly, “The Pit champions are all brutes; orcs, ogres, trolls and half-giants; hardly the sort that gain the people’s finger in her cunny adoration.” He looked unapologetically at Gronk and Hacksaw, but they just nodded in agreement. “It’s a place of brawn and savagery,” Hacksaw said, flexing a massive arm, “fancy knights and fencers get buried before they can even make the tournament.” “Drastin starves for a real champion,” Flendian said, looking appraisingly up at Astrid, “someone they can adore, someone they can romanticize, someone they can idolize, someone they want to fuck. A shining beacon, a hero, if you will. Night Eyes,” Flendian said in a hushed voice, “if you play this right, that Valkyrie will be on the lips of every crier on every street corner by the end of the week. By the end of a fortnight, she’ll be more famous than the fucking king.” “And whoever owns her,” Grunt smiled, “owns that fame. You want to carve your name onto the face of this city?” Grunt gestured to the gash in the table, “Do it with that blade.” If I wanted to carve my name onto this city, I literally would, I mused to myself, masturbation I’d carve it from the docks, to the west gate. Hell, I could kill Vistir, Ryan, and even that bitch Gloria without so much as breaking a sweat, but there’s no fun in that. Grunt’s right, I don’t play the game for rational reasons; I play it because it’s fun. I looked down at the poison that had been meant for me, And the deadlier the game, the more fun it is. What game is deadlier than The Pit? “Astrid,” I said, looking at the statuesque Nordic beauty, “how would you like to be my champion?” “Killing for sport is against the codes of The Iona Guard,” Astrid said, “it is an evil-” “Fuck your codes!” I laughed, turning away from the dejected Valkyrie, picking up Terry’s severed head, and raising it aloft, “To Astrid!” I toasted merrily, “The Avenging Angel, The Winged-Executioner, the future-fucking-champion of Drastin!” Only difference was they were not the first erotic dreams I had and, no, I had not had any masturbation dreams with you. “Are you wearing that egg again Georgia?” Everyone, including me, held at least one second job in addition to our primary duties. “I don’t know, I am afraid. I told babe her that the guy that they just cuffed was one of my employees and for her to post his Solo bail no matter how much it was. She nuzzled down and sucked on his balls as I blew him. You have until after next week’s assembly to put up posters and do anything else you want to get your fellow students to vote for you. She said “if all of the guys do me like you did, I'm going straight”. finger in her cunny They stood and stretched before putting their clothes back on, and she sat shyly on the edge of the bed and stared at their dicks and asses out of the corner of her eye. We could dine there if we could be done in about an hour if that would be okay. All I knew, was that the question and answer were beyond me, I simply didn’t have the experience that a normal life may have given me. I am only able to hold my slave silk against my back with any dignity. Ryan was not the wisest of men, nor was he the best featured, his beer gut had earned its place, though it was not extensive. To be continued... “Tribe? I told them Things were so different now. Her body was limp, drenched in sweat she was panting with tongue hanging out in her efforts to find enough oxygen in the thick air to maintain her state of excitement. Josh wasted no time in calling. The man holding his hand over her mouth growled, "Listen up slut, we can do this two ways. During the weeks that followed Alexis' death, I just didn't want to be around anyone at all. We only had snacks and one of those Big Tits fancy ice creams before heading back to the hotel.