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Chapter Twenty-Five LEVERIA “…three, two, one!” Elena grunted, and with a heave, we tossed Sir Fraldias’s corpse down the spiraling staircase. It clanked and boomed as it disappeared into the stone blackness, then ended indian with a distant splash. “How are you going to explain it?” Elena asked, catching her breath. “I’m the queen of the Highlands; I don’t need to explain anything.” I smiled, wiping the blood off on my already-ruined night gown, “No one will question me about a missing knight, but a dead one at my door would’ve raised some eyebrows.” “It’s going to stink in here if you leave him down there.” “The escape route leads to a drainage pipe that empties into the Bentius Bay. Sir Fraldias is likely halfway past the docks already.” Elena snorted, and pulled the lever by the fireplace. “And so Sir Piss and Shit is flushed.” The secret passage closed, leaving only a brick wall. We turned around to look at the state of the room. A trail of blood led from the door, ruining a beige rug that had been woven by dawn-elf textiles, the very best in Tenvalia. The satin bedsheets were soaked in blood, sweat, and worse, and our clothing sex was a disaster of fluids. “That’s a lot of evidence.” Elena muttered, “The servants will talk.” “Hmm.” I mused, turning back around, “I am rather cold.” A minute later, the evidence was the tinder for a roaring fire, the priceless rug and luxurious sheets turned to fuel to bathe our bodies in warmth. We stood side by side, naked and filthy from the night before. I dared to touch fingers with her, and she dared to clasp our hands. And when I rested my head on her shoulder, she did not flinch or move away. It was a delicate thing, whatever this was, and so we tended it like an ailing infant, cautious and gentle. “Do you wanna fuck again?” I whispered. “Yeah.” She whispered back. Here, we were not cautious, nor gentle. Elena had me against the wall, driving as though to break me through it, forcing her cock so deep into me I thought she might pierce my womb. My legs splayed wide for her, my thighs jiggling with the ferocity of her thrusts, her fist entangled in my hair so that she could plunge her tongue into my mouth, tasting my surrender, my depthless need for her hatred, her lust, her… whatever this was. Then her foot was pressing my face into the cold stone floor, and my ass was perched high in the air so that she could fuck my sucking shithole, her girth stretching me enough that my rim clung to her with every retreat, my pelvic floor tenting about her pole, heinous pleasures singing through parts of me that were not meant to know such things. Then I was riding her, my hips rocking like they’d never rocked before, my thighs squeezing as though I bestrode a bucking bull, her filthy cock sullying my pussy with the sheen of my rectum, the dirtiness only heightening the primal rage of it all, her need to degrade me, to punish me, and my desperate desire for her to do so. And when we came, we did so with our eyes and lips locked, devouring each other’s mouths like lionesses in fervent combat, our bodies heaving to take all we could. Then the catharsis waned from us, and our breaths fell, and I crawled down Elena Straltaira to suck her clean, to taste the comingling of my pussy and ass, but mostly to savor her flavor, the heat of her, the pulsing rigidity. No; it was to see the look in her eyes when I did with my mouth what even Yavara, with all her succubus D.N.A and adventurous lechery, could not. Elena came a second time, her nectar flowing from her tip without pressure like lava from the throbbing head. I drank it all, then kissed her tip, then kissed her. When I made to nestle myself in her arms, she rolled away from me, but she did not protest when I outlined her body with mine. “Do you like being the little spoon?” I whispered into her pointed ear. “Sometimes.” She muttered. “I’ve never been the big spoon before.” I mused, marveling at the feeling of her athletic back pressing against my soft curves, her plump buttocks molding against my pelvis. “I think I like it.” I ran my fingers up her spine until I felt the flesh change texture between her shoulders. Fletchling's been trained so she's not going to be some pushover wild Pokemorph hiding in the grass.” He's not the same, he's far faster and stronger than the last time I saw him. We entered our room and were met with the very strong odor of sex. We head out to the car. I felt his palms on both of my cheeks indian and spread me wide open. Jack mouthed the words "WOW" and didn't hesitate to stand up . . . And... After she was done, Clara turned back around towards Alex. She started laughing as I pulled her top and bra off then turned on the bath water. It was so different from being in her pussy. We enjoyed our lunch and I thought the chicken was just outstanding. I pushed down harder and tried to focus on making my nipples shrink. She would normally wear outfits to work that would hide her body. I hang up the phone and throw it on the table, slumping back down into my chair as tears pour down my face. My one hand went directly to her perky breast. Bending he forces her to bend with him causing another cry of pain. sex Sara and her elves guarded Julia’s temple, while no one guarded Willowbud’s. Of course, even the most insane person wouldn’t venture to cross Night Eyes, so I guessed a violent reputation had its uses. my husband but I want to tell you that you can fuck me any time you want, I owe you She smiled as she licked my dick and took it back into her mouth sucking down the cum still leaking from the tip. “Here’s one about to be processed. It made our pussies rubbing together even naughtier.