I gently untied the knots that bound her, and then draped her petite body onto the ground. As I looked down at her, I had to shake myself from the euphoric realization that this was actually happening; I was the holy protector of a Creator! This was the honor all Valkyries dreamed of, but few ever actually achieved. It had to be fate that I was captured by orcs, and then thrown into that cart, it just had to be! It couldn’t be because I’m a terrible warrior and an embarrassment to the Iona Guard. I told myself. I shook the thought from my mind, and looked fondly down at the sleeping divinity. I will protect you, I thought, you will come to no harm while under my care, little god; I swear you this oath. I lied down beside her, careful not to get too close, and then folded my wings over the both of us, and fell asleep to the comforting roar of her divine snores. When I awoke, she was gone. I shot up in a panic, looking from left to right, cursing myself for my carelessness. I ran across the outcrop, and then found her, and breathed a sigh of relief. She was bathing in a pool of water, showering her naked form with the gentle stream of a cliff-side water fall. Now that the sand had washed from her, I could see that she was indeed, caramel of skin. Her hair, however, wasn’t the dirty-blonde it appeared to be when busty it was covered in sand, but a pure white; starkly contrasting her darker complexion, but blending with the ivory of her horns. Her girlish face was full and rosy with youth, and did cum not match the womanly curves of her body. Her blowjob breasts were petite, but well-formed, her back was lined with lithe muscle, her torso was toned with soft creases, her glutes swelled alluringly from her sloping back, and her penis jutted thickly from her… wait; what in Creation?! “Oh, hi, Astrid!” Willowbud called merrily Tranny from the pool, brushing wet hair behind her curved-back horns, “I bet you didn’t expect this, did you?” I tried not to gawk, I tried to keep my composure, and I failed. I stared with wide-eyes at the long, smooth piece of man dangling from between her thick legs. I had never seen one before, and its presence was a magnet to my eyes. It was… fascinating. “My grandfather,” Willowbud said, stretching lasciviously for the falling water to splash upon her caramel breasts, “was an incubus. They tailor their appearance to match the desires of women they lust after, and somehow, that trait passed to me as interchangeable genitals. I can control it, of course, but if I ignore it, my body naturally changes itself to match the desires of those around me.” She gave me a little wink, “So that morning wood I woke anal up with was a blaring signal of your heterosexuality.” He smiled and thought another little pain slut. My phone began to ring once again. With a better view of her face, he was certain she was a soldier. "Oh! I was turning 15 and it seemed like my entire family was in town. Now it's my turn to tell some greenhorns what to do. I didn't care if there was a futa's cum in there. If nature calls you, you’re going to have to go outside but don’t worry cum i’ll take you on walks outside regularly. I know what I'm talkin' about." She seemed to be searching her mind for the right response before replying to whatever the young man had said. There, I added: Then Tranny when my cock did the diversion thing with a branch of it moving up through her cervix, she began to shiver and moan in her body’s being male anal invaded, something she wondered if would ever happen for her. Then he led her down the dock. Anna groaned lustfully as I pushed the extended digit into the little hole and then began to slide it blowjob in and out. It plunged into the slippery groove. "Laura is right," she tells me. "All women are lesbians - or at least all women ultimately think with busty their cunts and are just as happy to have their cunt pleased by a woman - or a dog - as by a man. All women need to be controlled. She had opened up to me about a lot of stuff that afternoon. Sound good?" He looks dead serious. I painted across all their features, bathing Jocelin's glasses, splashing across Hilario's golden-brown skin. She started to sway to music in her own head as she played with the hemline of her dress.