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I took five paces to the guards and stopped when one held up a hand. “I have a message for Field Marshal Droughtius.” I said, proffering the parchment. “From whom?” “Confidential, sir.” The guard eyed me with the suspicion he undoubtedly eyed everyone with. He finally grunted. “Well, give it here.” I stepped forward and held out the scroll. The guard kept his hand on the hilt of his sword and reached out with his other to grasp the scroll. NOW! I shot forward, gripped the guard’s wrist, and tore his couple arm clean from the socket. Before he even had a chance to scream, I’d drawn my sword, decapitated him, and split the man beside him from crown to crotch. I dashed between the falling halves of the split man, impaled the gawking guard behind him, then twirled around and flung my sword end-over-end at the fourth guard. It punctured his breastplate, caved it in like it was cheap tin, then exploded from his back. The sword carried into the next man, struck him in the crotch, and finished its final rotation by splattering his head with the crossguard. The five bodies hit the ground nearly at once, the whole act taking less than a second. Too slow. I frowned to myself. I rolled into the tent, shot upright, punched through the helmed skulls of two guards flanking the entrance, and brought their bodies together just as three Nadi bolts twanged from aimed crossbows. The projectile thudded into the backs of my impromptu shields, and I retracted my hands from the mush of their hollowed faces, tore the swords from their scabbards, and sent the weapons spinning like boomerangs into indian opposite corners of the tent. The two guards there were chopped in half, leaving only the final guard staring down the sites of his crossbow, not yet realizing he hadn’t hit his mark. The two bodies before me dropped, the two bodies in the corners dropped, and the guard lowered his crossbow, blinking confusedly at me. I turned to my left. “General Polantius?” I asked. The old man mouthed soundlessly at me. I punched a hole through his neck, then turned to my right. “Field Marshal Droughtius?” I asked as Polantius’s head thudded against the table. The field marshal stared implacably up at me. “I understand you have a message for me.” I nodded. “And it’s from the Dark Queen?” He asked gruffly, his quivering mustache betraying his terror. I nodded again. He cleared his throat. “Well for fuck’s sake, deliver it then!” He roared, and I tore his head clean off his shoulders. His body slouched in his chair, then spilled onto the floor. Outside, the alarm bells began to toll. “Are you going to kill me too?” The guard asked. homemade “That depends,” I said, setting the head on the table, “do you have a lot of friends?” “What?” “Are you a popular lad?” “I guess I am.” The guard swallowed. “But I won’t tell anyone a thing, I swear it!” Even though he was my uncle, he was only a couple of years older than me. And I thoroughly enjoyed my indian long-lasting 'special secret relationship' with him. And if I do win – and if I have a say in the matter – I’ll make sure you are my escort for all the future games as well.” She almost swooned at the gesture. Julie fucked Sarah varying her strokes with homemade much greater control than a man ever could as it was only the friction from the base that affected her rather than the tightness of Sarah's pussy clamping on the rubber cock. Her freshman year, she started on the cheerleader squad for the football team. I didn’t even have to conjure up any images. “Yes, Master,” I said softly. “How is that possible?” I stuttered out. They were all here now. “It's safe, right?” Turned out, Dad's secretary was a cunt. I looked around to see about half of the guys stroking their cocks around me. I closed my eyes and fucked myself faster, stroking and stroking until finally I moaned and came, leaning back and shooting my load all over my chest. “I’m closing you down, Mr. Bolt, right after I search all of your patrons.” Then I offered them to my brother, “Here, have a taste of girl cum. “Ruri, you feel so amazing!” I groaned. She just laid her head over the chair saying, “Hi daddy.” The horny couple girl was on a fast train to cum-ville. He was wearing black briefs, and his already firm cock was stretching horizontally towards his left hip. As they critiqued the work, they also jotted down some things they could do to the ones they were designing. “Just fuck me,” she said, “I’m horny.” She hasn’t suffered enough. The perverted man then pulls his head back, turn Dora’s body around and bend her over. “Can I have you after while Candice watches? I turned and followed Jennifer back to the front desk. “Good, we did the work that the lady told us to.” Her pussy newly bald at that. “Hmm, good point…. She could feel her insides tearing apart.