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Arbitrus nodded gravely. “Without Trenok to dissuade him, or me to fight him, Droktin had free-reign to exact his revenge for Hektinar. The Gratoran Wall was opened, and Wrath infected the hordes that charged through it, driving them insane with battle rage, making them fight even after they’d been dismembered and disemboweled. Millions of dead, because of unbridled creation, because of unchecked life. Do you still think me the monster, dearest descendent?” “Of course,” I hissed, “the war would never have happened if you hadn’t melted Hektinar!” “Yes, it would have,” Arbitrus countered, “maybe a hundred years later, maybe a thousand, but it would have happened. The orc empire was too powerful to be amateur limited by its borders, and it would have spread across the world with no one strong enough to stop it. You will have to develop the foresight to make these decisions, Julia. They are hard, sometimes they are cruel, but I see in you, the same-” “We are nothing alike!” I snapped, flames playing beneath my flesh, “We share blood, and that is it!” “I think we’re more alike than that.” Arbitrus smiled sadly. “You’re a psychopath, a murderer, a-” “I wonder what Passion would have to say about that,” Arbitrus grinned, “or maybe your parents?” Flame leaped from my flesh, burning exhilarating energy from every nerve, my eyes blinded with Cuckold red indian rage, my head pulsing with murder. The interracial boulder beneath me grew soft, the rock turning molten, running from its crystalline Hardcore form and hissing in the grass. Arbitrus just stared back, his grin broadening to a manic curl, his orange eyes shining, reflecting my image. “I remember that feeling,” he said in hushed voice, almost reverently, “the energy surging through me, the flame raging from my flesh, scorching the world in searing sheets of heat. God, I miss it; killing like that… it makes you feel like a god.” “Yes.” I whispered, my breath barely coming from me. I saw the manic sparkle in Arbitrus’s eyes, and I saw the same gleam in my own, reflected from his sclera. "Yes I do princess." She was thankful that he was going to allow interracial her time to adjust before plunging his thick cock into her. indian We exhaled mightily as a signal that we were done for the night—well, for now anyway. So now I am screwed no matter how you look at it. All of which Amy thanks her for and gives her a quick kiss. I plant a grateful kiss on the wet knob of his cock, and he steps aside. As I was caressing her back, she was flexing her thighs on my lap and grinding her crotch into my own with a bit of force. I looked at her and pointed to my mouth. They have been quite good to me. What’s with you having your car here too?” Hardcore I asked. “No, not you,” I groaned. Cuckold I could feel the stranger’s manhood grow in my mouth as I sucked it. I put two more fingers inside of her swollen pussy. I might like that. He went up to one of them, a little boy of about seven. He could see her pussy twitching and leaking. Jenny gasped and amateur Brandi used the opportunity to push her tongue into her mouth as she did so. "Yes mistress, I understand." Faith has a wonderful body. Unfortunately, she would have to remove the metal plate from her crotch in order to stroke herself.