Her back arched. xxx sex Salty blood filled my mouth. I spat out his flesh on his face, my ears twitching. She licked up the juices I smeared on his face, purring loudly. I had to help. The ruby amulet swung between us, the chain rubbing on the back of my neck. Master held Night’s reins in one hand, swinging his short sword in the other. I shivered, squirming on the saddle, the harder leather rubbing on my juicy pussy—it always was juicy—while my little nipples tingled against his back. The leader came abreast of me, staring at me through the silts in his helm’s visor. “A humble man contracted with protecting the radiant,” I said, hating the ingratiating act. The older man had the hard eyes of a veteran sergeant, a man who’d fought in the Strife before Prince Meinard’s construct army materialized. A purr rumbled from my throat. “And we had to fight them off,” Zanyia said, her tail swishing so fast. Then closer to my wrist. I grinned, eyes focused on the belly of the horse. Breaking the kiss, I moaned, “Father!”
“Yes,” he groaned, stroking my hot cunt. I had sharp fangs, but I couldn’t tear through chainmail.
