Day 5 kitten and taters - Heavy Impact and Incredible Orgasms

Here, only silence. My group of the most skilled assassins was still assaulting the main corridor of the castle’s upper level, defeating the last guards that uselessly still defended the royal chamber. Our work there was done already and I had King Leandrus the Fourth's blood all over my right hand, as it spilled and dripped from the hilt of my curved blade when I trespassed his head from his chin up. The queen and four of his sons and daughters had the same fate by the hands of my men, easily taken, one by one, when we hit the wine stenching chamber, where they gathered to keep celebrating after they left the street festival. Now it was a death place, with blood all over the floor. I just needed the fight to stay there while I worked elsewhere, so they kept attracting the guards of the surroundings, letting the metal clang so they would be heard. Our mission was almost over. Only two still to go: Theolus, the Second Son and Moraine, the Half-bred. Theolus, reports said, was the only son Leandrus had that actually knew how to defend himself or knew something about military. I expected him to show up at the royal chamber eventually, so I left my every men there. I could handle a princess and her guards by myself with ease. Moraine was the bastard daughter known to live isolated at an annex tower by the queen's demand. Fruit of an affair the king had on a year’s long expedition to the fiery desertic lands southwest, stories told her to be a dark skinned midget, hard to the eye, therefore kept in secret. Apparently, it was harder for the queen to accept being cheated on when the king's target of sexual desire could produce such hideous creature, seeing that there were other bastard children that did not receive the same treatment and lived normally at the court. The order our suzerain gave us was to kill them all, using the knowledge that King Leandrus was more of a sociopath and less of a strategist in our favor. The poor idiot kept his entire royal bloodline stuck to his court and under his wing, living at his same quarters. It would be a good strategy, if you were certain that they were protected there, which was not the case. One of our elders once said, "A free and happy kingdom is always a place for insecurity." He was right. Troops advancing on other lands aiming to enlarge his territory, enslave and loot, all in name of great and noble Caestyria, while the reign itself was so convinced that nothing could hit them that, here we were. With the right people for the job - mine - it was just a matter of using a festival, as they had many, as an excuse to be as close as possible to the castle at night, kill a guard or two, infiltrate the place and wait for the right time. King Leandrus had a top-notch army at the battlefield, at his borders, gagged but that made his kingdom nothing but a nut; tricky shell on the outside but soft and easy to handle on the inside. The word around was that Leandrus was somewhat crazy, an abuser, a good king only to his servants but a tyrant to his own court, full of himself and nothing but a fool. Not that any of that mattered to me. I had my orders; I had my village to maintain and to lead. That job would buy my soldiers, my elders, my peasants and me some peace for the months to come; the whole winter would pass unnoticed. The large ladder to the annex tower was made turning left on its way up. The outer walls had thin and tall windows at every small tits quarter circle and each seemed to kinky face a cardinal direction. Although it was a thoughtful construction, now they were covered by bricks, turned into windows to another wall, I wouldn't know if on purpose or if it just happened that they covered them up with stone on the outside when they expanded this wing of the castle. The thing was, now they were weird. Moreover, useless. Mainly they represented what my thoughts were about the king's court, something to watch, merely decorative and of absolutely no use. I had no problem killing members of a court. The higher, the better. It was amidst that train of thought that I heard light steps on their way down the stairs. I took a moment figuring how close it was and, by the speed, whoever it was had no idea of what was happening downstairs or had a good plan to escape, one that did not include passing through the fight. Unluckily, the person had not rough noticed me either. When the rushed and light steps were close enough for me to slice through, I had to decide whether to kill the woman or child instantly or to make myself visible and make the person surrender. After a moment of fast deliberation, I made my move, shifting myself swiftly spanking on the way of the coming prey. I would take less time identifying and striking than I took deciding the better course of action. Branding my saber up to her face, just one quick step forward, a punctured throat and it would all be over... However, after one glance, I did not want things to happen as fast anymore. Do you?” I closed the app, the angel fading away, though she would still be watching. She had that insatiable look in her eyes whenever she glanced at me. rough I slowly shook my head no in response. My nerves were shot, my hands shaking like I was at small tits the Parkinson’s ward. Jon took me into the gents changing rooms where we left our robes and quickly went out and jumped into the pool. I do as requested and take her hair into my hand again. The room smelled of sex, and the sounds were undeniably, sexual in nature. And if you don't comply, well..." The male fired a bolt toward gagged Eris then was shocked when it not only stopped, then it fizzled out. The aroma of arousal was spanking hot and heavy. Her fingers massaged them, coaxing my nuts kinky to a boil. The thoughts of the videos of her girls raced through Grace’s mind, and she feared he may have her on video as well.