But not for her; for me. “Daddy already tried to help me.” I grinned up at Mom. “What?!” Mom hissed, suddenly growing tense. “He found me out here in the wild,” I grinned, sliding my hands down her legs, “but I wasn’t his little girl anymore.” I grabbed my mother’s knees, and forced them apart. ASTRID I spread my wings and launched head-first, and Mother did the same. Her axe swung like a pendulum beneath her, and my sword sheered along its head, skipped down the handle, and cut deeply into her forearm. I heard her grunt of pain fade as we flew past each other, and saw the droplets of blood trailing on the sand behind her. I whirled around, arcing through the air like a stalking eagle, and spotted Freydis soaring above me in a curved pattern, only one hand clutching her axe. I searched her face for a sign of fear, for acknowledgment that she knew she was bested, but I didn’t find it, and it enraged me. This bitch would never give me the credit I deserved, even when I’d carved it from her own flesh! india I gritted my teeth and launched after her, and she dove to meet me, axe raised above her, mouth screaming her war cry. She had the right angle, she had the desi better reach, she had the downward momentum, but it didn’t matter. I was an arrow fired from the depths of hell, and she was a falling leaf; old, fragile, and slow, drifting from the sky in the autumn of her life. Her scream became louder and higher as she dove, her axe head glinted in the moonlight, her wrath was painted across her face. I narrowed my eyes against the rushing wind, closed my wings against my body, pussy and spiraled upward, accelerating faster than Freydis could react. Her scream cut in her throat, her chest met the hilt of my blade with a thud, her eyes widened, and her fingers indian loosened, dropping the axe behind her. We hung in the air for a static moment where my eyes met hers, and the enormity of what I’d just done hit me. “Mother?” I gasped. She mouthed silently, her bulging eyes trembling and bloodshot, welling with tears. Blood dripped from her lips, a gurgle crawled from her throat, and we fell. I couldn't believe it. The hulk moved to my head and teased my face with his massive cock. She was almost eighteen... almost a woman. “I think she indian appreciated your technique. “My love :) Ted is being a little bitch so I have to babysit him for a bit. You can tell she was in a deep pussy sleep and was awoken by that special smell of the sauerkraut. Titty fucking her would be exquisite! “Damn you woman, how can desi you protest when conjoining india is such pleasure?” I asked. John asked. The girl gasped at the strange new feeling of something foreign entering the most personal, private place in her body.