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But motivation was not enough. So few survivors were forced to sort, move, and care for so many wounded. About three hundred fifty Arkadians surrendered, including two dozen oarsmen that had jumped ship and now bobbed in the water or splashed ashore. Many of those captured were injured themselves, able to run and retreat but unable to help big lift bodies. Across the battlefield in the span of an hour, the blood of over seven hundred of their comrades had been spilt. The wounded were innumerable. The dead lay as they'd fallen, neglected for the moment. Adding to this daunting anal task, Sigrid cautioned that the sand prevented healing and declared that none but the most critically injured be treated on the beach. Stretchers were in short supply and were reserved for my own men and women. We’d tried using carts, but the wheels always got stuck in the sand. Thus, the wounded had to be carried hundreds of paces into the town for treatment. The waters of the fjord ran red with blood—figuratively of course. But on the beach, literal rivers of asshole blood stained the sand. Over two hundred Arkadian bodies were spread out across the beach itself between the water and the trench. They lay alone and in cum small groups, felled by great volleys of arrows or run down during the flanking assault. A beautiful Blade with wide hips and a narrow waist coughed blood over her plump breasts, her fingers brushing the arrow stuck in one round orb. An Arkadian spearman bobbed face-down in the shallows. A lissome blonde lay on her side, plucking at the shaft through her belly. A teenage youngster, her cheap, cotton bra hanging loose, cried bitter tears as blood flowed around the broken spear shaft in her teen bare belly. Twenty-five Arkadian archers lay in a row like fallen dominoes, the pattern of Clan arrows noticeably denser in the sand and in their bodies. In contrast, the mixed Arkadian and Clan dead at the top of the beach lay tangled together in a mountain of death and gore. The dead and wounded there were too numerous to be counted, but it couldn’t be less than four hundred. A small teen, blood covering one side of her face, wriggling weakly under the crushing weight of a barrel-chested Viking. Her back against the still corpse of an Arkadian spearman, a tall Wildcat used her hands to try and plug the hole in her belly. She moaned in pain, piss dribbling from her bare crotch. A gutted redhead stared upward sightlessly, her hands still tangled in the intestines spilling from her belly. Across her legs, another girl lay face-down in the guts and excrement. The dainty feet of a fourteen-summer-old trainee dug shallow furrows in the sand as she screamed in anguish and hugged the gash across her belly. Facedown on the ground, sand clung to her blood-stained belly and crotch, the flaps of torn flesh, and the intestines which hung out of the rent. Maybe Sigrid was onto something about that sand. The real shocker though were the Arkadian ships floating in the fjord. As soon as the surrender of the Arkadian forces was finalized, I sent boarding parties out to secure the drifting ships. They used the same canoes that the Arkadian warriors had rowed onto the beach. Jari was the first warrior to clamber up the side of the closest akatus. He took one look over the lip of the ship then vomited noisily into the water. Six dozen bodies—nearly every oarsman and warrior on the ship—bled onto one another in a great heap of flesh. Her hair danced around her shoulders. “Mostly, I have to thank you, teen Sir. He moved to sit next to her, but Kat slid another foot down the edge of the bed, keeping distance between the two of them. Nikki sashayed to the door, and I followed. It will be no problem, sir. Her fingers jammed into my asshole. It was leaking out of her, her pussy lips thick like Mommy's. Matt called and told me had "talked" to Roger and he was going to keep his mouth shut. I hammered her harder, faster. I gently laid myself atop her, letting her feel the cum comforting weight of me, the enticing pressing of my pillowing breasts, my silken flesh, my leaking slit on the back of her thigh. Then it began to happen, and he knew he could not stop it. You pause for a moment, and stand, as if to give me one last loving anal look at her corpse. I get several people at the same time asshole say, “HELL NO!” which is just what I wanted to hear. Ryan backed away and put his hand to my pussy. "David, this is the biggest bedroom I've ever seen. I was kind of weird but I was nice so I was liked by my peers just not included by most. And being straight, they appreciate a feminine person, like myself to suck big them off; I guess it makes them feel less gay.