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I felt a ping of sadness as Drask’s words came flooding into my mind, and the tears began to film on my eyes. I brushed them away before Freydis could see them. “That’s awful.” I muttered. “It worked in her favor,” Freydis sighed, shifting against the tree she was resting on, “as all things seem to with Astrid. I raced after her once I heard the news of her capture, and I found the slave cart she’d been hauled in, melded to a massive cube of obsidian that could’ve only been made by one man.” “Did it have a fist sticking out of it?” I asked. Freydis raised her eyebrows, and nodded. “My father took me to see the exact thing,” I chuckled sadly, “small world.” “It sounds like you have a story to tell me, Bound One.” Freydis said, her eyes searching. “I’m Princess Lucilla Fritari of the elven empire and my father is an insane tyrant,” I replied tersely, not wanting to tread on still-open wounds, “that’s pretty much it. Please continue.” Freydis puffed out her cheeks, her eyebrows raised. She seemed to mull that revelation over for a moment, then inclined her head, nodded, and continued. “I searched far and wide for Astrid and The Earth Former,” Freydis continued, “until I came upon more evidence of the god’s activities on The Gratoran Wall;” Freydis frowned for a moment, “a statue of my own daughter, arched in the throes of great lust, complete with the act of her fornication blowjob carved perfectly between her stone legs.” “Sounds like they became pretty fast friends.” I giggled. Freydis did not share in my amusement. “The Iona Guard has vows that prohibit such things,” Freydis said, “a winged-warrior is to have sex only once in her girlfriend life, and only to bear a daughter. We believe that putting oneself beneath another for pleasure is a weakness, and a warrior cannot afford weakness.” “But how many warriors get a chance to sleep with a god?” I laughed, “Isn’t there some clause in your contract that makes exceptions for a divine fuck?” Freydis eyed me with amateur a stern frown, and then broke into a smile. “I suppose you are right, Bound One,” she chuckled, “were I a younger woman, raging with lust, I’m sure I would’ve fallen prey to the temptation of bedding a divinity. Still,” she smiled slyly to me, “I’m not exactly adorable pleased that everyone south of the Droktin Pass gets to see a statue of my daughter getting plowed.” I burst into laughter, my mirth unusually strong in the wake of the day’s events. I laughed until my stomach hurt and tears welled in my eyes, and Freydis’s sonorous laugh accompanied mine. We shook together until the sighs of dying merriment fell from our mouths, and Freydis continued her story. “So, I traveled south along the Gratoran Wall, until I came upon a great heap of smoldering ruins.” Freydis’s mirth left her, and her frown creased her cheeks once again, “Their wreckage is the reason I’ve traveled to Arbortus. The Earth Former, pussy it appears, has some quarrel with the nymphs, as he levelled their entire colony in the Tentigo Tropics.” “Holy shit,” I whispered, feeling my heart drop, “that’s terrible.” “It is a terrible thing,” Freydis nodded, “I worry after my daughter, but if she has sworn her allegiance to him, which I’m sure she has, then there is nothing to be done. I can only wait for her and her charge to come to Arbortus, if his quarrel with the nymphs extends this far. If not, then I have no idea where they’ve gone.” “Would you follow him?” I asked, “The Earth Former? If he demanded your servitude, would you bend the knee?” “If I am unsworn, then yes,” Freydis replied, “I would gladly bend the knee.” “But he’s a monster!” I exclaimed, “He slaughtered an entire colony!” “The gods are still very young,” Freydis said, “and prone to emotionally-charged mistakes. The morality of divinity cannot be compared to the morality of the common man; it would be like comparing your morality with that of an ant’s. Where a normal man might get into a fist fight, a god might destroy a town. It is up to institutions like The Iona Guard to not only serve and obey, but to also advise and guide, to mold the adolescent gods into adults of morals and principles. Astrid is an ideologue, a foolish girl at times, but a good one; I am sure she is working tirelessly to teach The Earth Former how to become a good man.” "Oh Newlyn that was great. Finally, Sandy carefully peered around. Goodbye." However, she didn’t show for work today. Her neckline now partly open I slid my hand into her dress and pussy ripped her right breasts free of her bra, her enormous breasts topped by a large pink nipple and immediately bent forward and took it into my mouth. As I looked at the financials, our recording studio was losing money. I can see them cumming under my shirt, cum spurting all over me making a big sticky mess. Troy nodded. She was so concentrated on his cock she didn't even notice he woke up. She was indeed pretty and young. “If I don’t need to go to California to meet him, where would he be right now?” Melanie asked. More screams and popping followed. “Well I was hoping to take some more photographs amateur and videos; that’s if you don’t mind.” “I have no fuckin’ idea. Since Jenna touched Connor’s ass when she went down on him, he felt it only fair to return the favor. How many other fathers had orgies with his wife, blowjob daughter, and girlfriend her friends? I stood up and slowly started to take my top adorable off. “Good morning baby.” She said happily setting two plates on the table, “Just in time.” “A splash about! Her pale DD cup breasts were now free. “We’re wearing them down, I can tell they’re starting to play sloppy. "Cut in shreds, you should not borrow clothes that are not sexy enough," the ghost taunted. I wasn’t really ready to move yet. She raised both arms over her head as she yawned and stretched. She stood up and bent down to kiss him passionately on the lips. I was very happy, he pissed for a full minute and I loved how warm his beautiful piss was.