Atta mamma

Holy fuck! Angela exclaimed in my mind, Is that a fucking Valkyrie?! I thought they were myths! They live on the Gratoran Wall, I said, mentally showing Angela all the histories I’d read of them, On Mount Iona, Mount Ofan, and Mount Breyta. They’re supposed to be the greatest warriors in the world, bound to a strict, unbreakable code of ethics. How this one became a whore I’ll never know, but whoever owns her must make a fortune off her. She was the most majestic creature I’d ever seen; tall, subtly-tanned, features of cold, Norse beauty, and a body of athletic musculature framing feminine perfection. Her blonde hair was braided intricately about her crown, her wings stretched angelically from her back, and her asshole was stuffed with two, thick cocks. She had her arms slung over the necks of an orc and a dark-elf, supporting her in the air between them as she writhed and screamed, her legs spread to expose her defilement, and allow for the dwarf to eat her leaking pussy. Even in her compromising state, she was the most stunning thing I’d ever seen. “Hey,” a male voice said to my left, “how much for a good time, Sweetie?” I looked down, and saw a man of maybe thirty years. His crown was thinning, but he was youthful enough (I hoped) for Angela. You hoped wrong, Justina. Angela replied, What part Bhabhi of ‘flowing hair’ was hard for you to understand? Holy fuck, Angela, if you don’t like it, you can get out of my head! I growled. If I hadn’t gotten in your head in the first place, you’d still be at Mommy’s house, feeding yourself from her poop-shoot. Angela retorted, You owe me, Justina; now tell baldy to scram! “Sorry, Babe,” I said to the man in my most sultry voice, “but I’m afraid I’m off work. Give me your hotel number though,” I smiled with a wink, “and I’ll make it up to you later.” “Fucking whores.” The man grumbled, walking away. I fucking hate you, Angela. I seethed, clenching and unclenching my fists as my feminine hunger screamed its emptiness from my nethers, Can you not feel what I’m feeling right now?! Oh, I feel it, Angela retorted, I just have this little thing called self-control. “Did I just fucking see that?” a girlish voice laughed beside me, “A succubus, rejecting a man, because she’s ‘off work?!’ aunty Now I’ve seen everything.” I glanced over to the side, and saw a nymph-girl about my age. She had white hair that blended with her ivory horns, a caramel complexion, a developed, but slender body, and pine-green eyes surrounded by black sclera. She was bare-chested, and her eye color was interesting, but what really caught my attention was the bulge in her pants. Hey Angela, I mentally sniggered, Long, flowing hair, nice smile, smooth skin, mid-teens, and on top of it all, it’s a woman! Now we can both pretend you’re not a lesbian, and finally get this over with. I… am intrigued, Angela replied cautiously, you may proceed with the flirtation phase. Ha! I laughed, You really are a dyke, aren’t you? I don’t know what I am! Angela shot back, Not having any actual body parts makes it difficult to know for certain. All I know, is that I enjoyed our physical time together, and this… woman, feels like a perfect stepping stone from lesbianism to hetero. “Just because I’m a succubus doesn’t mean I don’t have standards,” I smiled to the girl, extending a gloved hand, “I’m Justina, by the way.” She asked "What now." Billy? Angela ran to the bathroom. It was as if time had stopped in our world and we were allowed to just be happy. We taxied the jet to the private plane area. But he had no plans to stop. You’re gonna be so sexy in a few months.” She wheeled aunty on Astrid, who shrank in her chair, cowering before her god. (There is a pause). Ravi had an eye full of wonders to see. “Sure, I’ll take whatever you’re having,” she says. The ropes cut, all tension gone Pieter tries to get Bhabhi me up.