Do you enjoy the exhilaration of the contest, Daughter of Passion, Daughter of The Destroyer, the Untethered One?” “Well, earlier today I got in a fight with a-” “EXCELLENT!” and we were in a massive arena, stone risers stretching to infinity, the crowd all wrought iron statues, frozen in expressions of great excitement, but silent. Wrath paced across from me, naked save for a loin cloth, his black, bareback orc body bulging unnaturally with muscle, his movements that of a tiger; graceful, but hinting at great power. He wielded an enormous sword, almost comically big, and I realized I was holding two blades, my body encased with tight-fitting leather. “Your mother was a natural at dual-wielding,” Wrath stretched his neck this way, and that, “she would cut me to a thousand pieces before I got my strike in, but when I did, I would TURN HER BODY TO MIST!” Wrath let out a great bellow, and charged headlong across the sand. I yelped, threw away my swords, and sprinted to the wall, frantically searching for an exit. Of course, there was none, and I squawked in terror as Wrath’s enormous blade came crashing down on me. I dove to the right, tumbled, rose to my feet, dove to avoid another downward strike, then grabbed my swords from the sand, rolled away, and skidded as I spun, my stud pivot heel digging into the sand, my trailing heel creating a semicircle, and kicking dust into the air. Wrath was on me again, and I ducked blowjob his decapitating swing, scrambled between his legs, and drew blood along his calves with my outstretched blades. He didn’t make a sound as steel cut through flesh, but simply turned on his heel, and dropped his shoulders for a moment. “Fabian tactics!” Wrath bellowed approvingly, “Make your enemy come to you, on your terms. Feign weakness to goad him, then show your strength when he is committed. I like it!” “Yeah,” I gasped, “that’s what I was doing.” “It will not work again!” Wrath grinned broadly, “It is now in my memory forever, and I will use it against you, you can be certain of that! You should have saved it for the killing blow!” Wrath charged again, back arched behind him as he raised his sword over his head, red eyes bulging, his black torso stretched to reveal too many abdominal muscles. I sidestepped the downward strike, barely hopped over the dragging swipe, then spun in the air, and stuck my blades to the hilt through his bicep. Once again, Wrath didn’t seem to acknowledge the great wound I delivered him, and I almost lost my swords as he gay moved his arm for another strike. I pulled my weapons free, scrambled from a thrown elbow, ducked a slice that would’ve cut me in half, then charged in, muscle screaming at the tops of my lungs as I lunged toward his exposed chest. A foot caught me in the stomach, and I was hurdled away, rolling and tumbling on the sand, scraping my skin, losing one sword, and barely holding on to the other. I struck the wall with a thud, my blurred vision seeing a black figure surging toward me, a cloud of dust in his wake. “I told you I would use it against you!” Wrath cackled as he charged, “You must listen, Daughter of Passion, Daughter of The Destroyer, the Untethered One!” I lurched to the side just as Wrath’s blade cracked the stone. “You are a futanari of taste. "I honestly think it sounds like so much fun. It was nice when she quivered, she was cumming with him in her anus, he followed her giving his offering, she gasped, "Unnnnnnnnn," as his semen warmed her rectum, he pulled out and simply held her, she wanted his arms, his chest. 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He answered “Why not, that’s a great hobby” Out at sea Jason and Jack had the four new victims ready to go to market. The creation process had only been a few days. It tasted wonderful. Maybe you need to go the bathroom and... sort yourself out.” You are always in control and you give yourself only if it suits you and if they're respectful of you as a person and as a woman. PULL THEM OFF MY GOTDAMN CHEST!!” . Pinkie felt Talesman hit the brakes for a moment, practically letting the masochist mother-to-be drag him for a couple of seconds. “It’s the smell of people not bathing enough.” I knew what they would feel like. The balls looked so heavy. Thank you muscle mistress” Leah breathed. Goblins, centaurs, ogres, beastkin, succubi, incubi, kitsunes, and fauns all walked the streets, most of them as wild as the forest stud they’d come from. “Well, it’s been almost two weeks since we last had blowjob sex and I’m willing to bet she is just about ready to fuck my brains out.