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ASTRID The crowd quieted, but the tension built. Tera moved behind me, ready to get into Slingshot formation, while across the arena, the reigning champion sat cross-legged on the sand. Skull appeared to be an unassuming human in his mid-forties. He was bald, short, and kind of fat, but I could see the mastery in him; I could see it in the way his shoulders were set, the way his elbows flared slightly, and the way his heels pressed subtly into the sand. He had a longsword laid across his lap, Hardcore with one hand resting casually on the hilt. With the other hand, he drew a prayer to the Life Giver in the sand, then got to his feet with a simple flexing of his legs. He let his sword trail tip-first through the sand, and in the quiet, I could hear the steel scraping softly against the grains. Then he brought it upright with lightning swiftness, and the ring of it sung metallically against hooker the walls. “Finally,” I smiled back at Tera, “someone worth our time.” Skull and I moved toward each other, our stances changing in reaction to the subtle changes of the other. Most battles were pussy won before steel even clashed, and this battle was no different. Skull matched my positioning motion for motion, not revealing a single weakness in each technique we changed to. We neared each other as Tera circled around to flank him, and I watched his foot carefully, waiting for the toes to point to her, and betray his counterattack. They never did. Skull let the succubus get around him until she was standing twenty feet behind him. She stopped, I stopped, and he stopped. The net was closed. I had speed, reach and strength, not to mention flight, and Tera had an open attack from behind. Why had he let it happen? I exchanged a look with Tera, and in the brief moment I broke eye contact, Skull was on me. I barely blocked the attack that would have taken my head off, and stumbled backward to avoid the swipe that would have split my knee. The crowd gasped, shocked to see me put on the defensive, then they cheered the name ‘Skull.’ I growled, ducked a swipe, twirled for a leg sweep, then rolled away as another unexpected strike nearly impaled me. The crowd cheered louder, the name ‘Skull’ on their lips. The man himself didn’t seem to care that he’d gained the favor of the thing I loved. His face was ebony a mask of slut neutrality, but his body was a whirlwind. He moved inhumanly fast, his speed matching my own, his fluidity even better. He changed techniques with ease, anticipated my attacks like I’d telegraphed them, and counterattacked with such graceful ferocity, that I was caught between desperately defending myself, and studying his novel footwork. “Where did you train?” I managed to ask through an exchange of blows. He didn’t even acknowledge my question. He swung overhand, and I blocked it, he slid his blade down mine, and I caught it on the crossguard, he ducked my stab, moved his edge along my hilt, and almost cut my fingers off before I rapidly disengaged. The crowd roared again, and I felt the anger swell in me. They were supposed to be mine! Tera made a moved to strike at Skull’s supposedly open flank, but I saw the way his shoulder rotated beneath his shirt, and I had to lunge forward to keep his attention divided. Skull sidestepped my attack, blindly parried Tera, and jumped over my sword sweep, flipping behind the succubus, and forcing her to tumble forward, one of her knifes left in the dust. She came out of her roll awkwardly, and I noticed the purple blood dribbling from a long, but shallow cut down her back. TERA Fuck, that black hurt. Not since the incident with the centaurs had I felt the touch of a blade on these sands. But because Astrid and I ‘had this match in the fucking bag,’ we didn’t have Brandon here to heal any mortal wounds. We were on our own, and I was incredibly outmatched. Even Astrid was having a hard time with Skull. “Why don’t you just fly at him?” I asked as I got into Slingshot position behind Astrid. I love it too; the sex when we get home is just amazing. Sorry, Ladies, maybe I’m a coward– at least when it comes to magical creatures– but I am going to relent and move this story to my Ready to Publish folder. I could not hear any, but in far distance I could hear the sound of a hammer. I think he tried to implement every suggestion we listed. The procedure was the same. Right ladies, I’m off to spend the day sunbathing on the boat. She opened a box beside her, and one by one, she laid out the instruments onto a table. “Oh fuck Neil! He smiled shaking his head. Her name shone. Being that she is the old whore's daughter. I’m considering slut it though. Only those in the room would be close enough to see that Rose and Seth were inside full body gimp suits, thick latex outfits that hooker were designed to match their skin tone and hair color. “Only better. “Mmm, pussy I bet you want me to give you a titty massage.” I brought my oiled Hardcore hands to my large breasts. It was a bit like event 1 in that we were paired off (girl 1 was left out) and we then had a pillow fight with the girl on top holding the pillow. treated us to some very sexy lingerie got down ebony on her knees and told black the guys to line up.. Her fingers clenched into my rump. I pointed to the television screen over her head, and she turned, glanced up and burst into laughter. And then he sexually molested me for an extended period of time, before he finally fucked me. “Exactly. In fact, as she was quite physically aroused, even feeling her breasts on him felt really hot. I follow, might as well and I’m stopped briefly by the old lady he has as a secretary. The 16 year old Cathy was stood in front of a large wooden wheel. Genevieve licked her lips. I love that woman.