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It was obvious, that none of his sons nor his slave Eris were going to be of much help that was for sure. He sat far harder than he intended to, Ares held his head as it started to throb. By all the power the godling was going to pay for this! He had to come up with a plan, to get the godling alone. Yes, alone where he knew his superior fighting skills would win out the day. Ares laughed then slowly, (this time) arose, Big Tits reaching out a wicked, slightly curved, pitch black colored sword appeared. Ares touched the hilt then started to laugh harder, he felt the raw power of the sword throb up his arm. "Ah! The Caspian god killer! With this," Ares stated as he swung the sword, creating a shrieking wail as it cut through the air. "I should make very short work of him. After all, I have had hundreds of lifetimes to become the ultimate swordsman. Him? Bah! There are no finer to teach him, ah but I will, when I cleave his chest, rip out his heart, then eat it!" Again, Ares swung the blade, filling the air with higher and higher ear piercing shrieks. Laughing even harder, Ares licked his lips as he thought he could almost taste the godling's blood as he bit into his heart. Ares looked into the MILF full length mirror across the room. Swinging the blade, Hardcore he smiled at his image. "Damn, but you are a handsome son of a bitch! I am the only one capable of bringing order to all the realms. Especially with this little beauty." Laughing the hardest yet, Ares sat again to think things through. There was a way to get to the godling, he just had to wait and find out. ________________________________________________________________________ In the Olympus realm, Hera appeared outside of the great hall. Smirking, she looked at the building shaking her head. Usually males of power built great buildings like this to compensate for a physical deficiency. A small smile crossed her lips, he definitely wasn't lacking there, just how he used it, badly. A small chuckle, then a sigh escaped her lips. She'd never stepped foot in this monstrosity, nor was she about to. Feeling her power rise she pointed at the building drawing Zeus to her. There was a great shouting, then a loud thud from inside. A moment later, several pairs of feet could be heard within. A smirk on her face, Hera hadn't thought it would work. After all, her brother was far stronger than her. Within a minute later, Zeus, Apollo, Hermes, Dionysus and Hephaetus appeared before Hera. Hephaetus of course, had an energy shrouded sword drawn, which he immediately dropped as he bowed to his mother. "Mother forgive me, I had thought it was an attack upon father." Hephaetus stated causing the others except Zeus to prostrate before her. Trish had never felt pain like this before. “Why not? They were just enjoying each other’s company, in a way they had never even seemed to consider before. He...he was going to penetrate her---right in front of hundreds of people and, even better, right in front of her own father! When I went out to Big Tits go mop up the spill, I seen my daughter's boyfriend sitting there on the one pew passed out drunk. mad-man who seemed to be half my age. As she began to grope her fingers closer to his crotch, he decided it was time MILF to stop. It was a good job that it was dark, but there were still quite a few people about, mainly young people who were still moving from bar to bar. Stacy looked at him. Now pump it hard and cum for me baby. We both said we need to get together again soon and with that I left the store. Kyleigh purred in delight. I didn't even have a phone at times. I must have stood there thinking too long. She seems to know I was looking to see if Uncle Harry approved. Harry was my son. “It’s called, ‘Risk It All Hardcore or Take a Fall.’ The crowd chooses a person to play, and it’s the player versus the leader in a sexually-based game. I withdrew a satchel from my waist, gasped a fistful of powder, and flung it onto the rocks. Shock number fifty came right as she was getting light-headed and on the verge of fainting, and she had never been more relieved to be finished with something, nor had her body ever taken this much abuse. It’s an old Germanic rune; Uruz, if I’m not mistaken.’ The zipper of the hunter green outfit was pulled down to her navel, and it was clear at a glance that she wore nothing under her outer garments. Did she follow the rules?” he asked. Part 7: