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I smirked at Brandon, very much enjoying the way frustration played across his face. He picked four elves, one centaur (who I really wanted, but the fucker nabbed him before I could), and one human. I added some defensive muscle with four preteen orcs, and some speed with an elf, while Sister Julia made it obvious that she was intentionally picking the worst, and most pathetic of the children. Not only was her team comprised entirely of dwarves and goblins, but half of them had missing limbs. Fine, be a charity case, you dumb bitch. “Jade Tao, Astrid Skyborne, and Bianca Blackwing will be the referees, but they will not referee their own gods. Jade will be Brandon’s ref, Bianca will be Night Eyes’s ref, and Astrid will be my ref.” Sister Julia said, “The rules are simple. The flags must be accessible to everyone. If you get tagged in someone else’s territory, you go to the jail at the corner of the territory you were tagged in. If you get tagged out of jail, you must go back to your territory before you can attack again. When one team captures teen another team’s flag, that team is coopted into the victor’s team. Now, before we begin, I’d like to say a prayer for-” and I put up a thirty-foot wall surrounding my territory, a stone maze within it, and a citadel in the very center. Sister Julia’s muffled squawk of indignation barely sounded from the other side of my wall, and I turned to my little army with a maleficent grin on my face. “Alright team, here’s how this is gonna go down.” I said, huddling my soldiers together, “Sister Julia picked all the weak little shits, so we’re not even going to worry about her. Brandon’s team’s the real threat, but he went mostly for speed,” I gestured to the maze, “which I’ve negated. You, big guy,” I pointed to the biggest of the orc children, “what’s your name?” “Grok.” Grok said, puffing out his chest. “You get in a lot of fights, Grok?” I smirked at him. “I win a lot of fights, shaved Your Holiness.” Grok grinned back, producing a thick fist scarred with teeth marks. “That’s what I like to hear.” I said, grabbing his shoulder, and turning to the other orcs, “When I’m not here, Grok’s in charge. Grok, when you see Brandon’s little minions encroaching on our territory, I want you to make sure they regret it. Bianca won’t let you beat on them, but maybe you could aggressively tag them.” “Oh, we’ll tag ‘em, Your Holiness.” Grok smiled behind an evil brow, smashing his fist into his palm. I liked the little bastard more and more. “Don’t bite on distractions, and don’t give chase if they run away. Set up ambushes, pummel the fuckers, then send ‘em limping to jail. Spread out and patrol, and whistle when you need help. If you need to get through a wall…” I knocked three times against the maze wall next to me, and a portion of Lesbian the rock slid away to reveal a tunnel, “it’s that easy. Use it to your advantage. Here’s the flag; put it in the citadel in the middle of the maze, and keep your fastest to guard it.” Grok nodded, and he and his three minions disappeared into the maze. I huddled my offense together. “Alright team, you three and me are the invasion party. You, elf, what’s your name?” I asked the dawn-blood, picking her specifically for her nymph heritage. orgasm “Ternia.” Ternia said shyly. “And you, what’s your name?” I asked babe the nymph-boy. Chapter 32 Now he knew why they didn't cover his mouth, they wanted him to participate in their depravity. I would have liked it. And then she turned around, walked over to me and orgasm put her arm around my waist. “Fuck, yes!” I howled as my cum spurted out of my now-cleaned futa-cock. My hands slid around Tiffany's waist to grip her pregnant belly. teen He inserted another finger shoving them all the babe way in. When I said that I didn’t know if I could do that he asked me if I wanted him to tie me spread-eagled to my bed. But perhaps it did. That was crueler for me. Me “Vikas was also saying something about evening show what is that?” Manju smiled at me “evening show shaved will show our exact place in the life out these men. There were no buttons in front, and the wide neckline plunged daringly all the way to where each side was tucked into her slacks. But my cousin quickly Lesbian sensed my discomfort, and my overall shyness around large groups of people, so she started making a concerted effort to introduce me to everyone and involve me in conversations. They were shocked at the size of the mow. While I was still letting that soak in, she continued, "She really likes you, you know."