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Men screamed as it ripped off legs. It scuttled through their midst as they hacked at it with ineffective strokes of swords or thrust with spears, points skittering off the chitinous thing. It wrapped around one oral man, pouring its oily tar across shining armor. The man screamed as the Hunger's mandibles pierced into his skull. I clenched my iron fist and made myself colder than winter. Colder than death. These men had to die for Kivoneth to survive. Flames burst around the Hunger. It became a blazing, undulating bonfire. The fire raced down its oily trail, burning around the feet of the squad. Men fell to the ground, the tar coating their armor blazing. Smoke rose out of joints of their armor as they cooked alive inside. I was grateful I couldn't smell. Masonry crashed to the ground to my left. Men screamed as a building collapsed onto them, burying another group of soldiers in heavy stone. A cloud of dust burst from it, rolling across the ground. The Formless oozed out of the rubble, the beige, viscous thing moving along by thrusting out flowing appendages to seize the ground and pull it, moving towards more carnage. The Colony dissolved into a cloud of brown, buzzing insects, sweeping into another group of Soldiers. They screamed. One guardsman burst out of the roil, his face covered in swelling bites dotting his face. He collapsed after two steps, gurgling, foam frothing at his mouth. I shook my head. Why did they need me? Why hadn't they gone after Sven and his women before? Why did they bother using the Big Tits naga interracial to retrieve the amulet when they could do this? A hundred soldiers already dead and more dying in moments. The Hunter ripped through more soldiers, the emaciated, bear-like thing drenched in viscera. Why did they need me here at all? They could depopulate a city on their own and— Chords of music filled Latina/Latino the air. Zithers and lyres, mandolins and flutes. Voices sang as the bards from the College of Az appeared, a motley group of men and women playing their instruments, forming a concert of reverberating power. Their harmony assaulted the monsters. The Formless contracted in on itself. The buzzing insects of the Colony fell out of the air to quiver on the ground around the groaning, spasming, dying men stung over and over by their venomous bite. The flames wreathing the Hunger snuffed out while the Hunter bellowed and thrashed. The bards music filled the town while the fencers flowed in around them, the deadliest fighters. “Ok, Ecstasy isn’t a real drug, it is not causing addiction, we use it to overcome the odd situations we have in our lives and to deal with the non-stop horny desires & lust of our kids,” she replied and continued explaining, “Similar pharmaceutical drug was prescribed to Niky when Nicole took her to Psychologist after she divorced George to overcome isolation and separating from her father, who she still love by the way, that how we knew about the Ecstasy, for Niky it’s a treatment.” I was looking over every word, judging, thinking, overthinking. That was great." Without another interracial word Linda dropped her outfit and assumed the position. His aunt was kissing the lady and the lady had her hand on his aunt’s private area. She wanted to know why I was Latina/Latino mad at her. Her bush rubbed into my shaved pussy lips. I was happier than I had been in years. “But with us here they Big Tits won't start anything.” Eight pairs of eyes seemed to be shocked at this request from him. She would even put the nozzle in my ass and lick me clean. I was at her mercy now. or perhaps it should be called Some escaped, and they stole the fragments of Wuuthrad, Ysgramor’s battle-axe – Ysgramor, of course, being the founder of the Companions many centuries ago. They don’t know you’re here, and they would never believe me if I said it was just for drama.” I was standing beside my father, looking for cheap package of oral hotdog buns, when a set of hands appeared over my eyes. “When things happened, when I was sleeping… were you ever the one to initiate it, or was it me every time?” Marty was busy trying to think up ways to accommodate this growing brood. He was off to the side groping himself, looking so pathetic. and was facing him.. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. After a minute of rubbing her pussy and clit with his cock head, he started to put it in, the cock head was pushing in, spreading the cunt lips until she thought they would split. “The many worlds hypothesis?” Sam asked, excitement bursting across her face. The days of the family going naked were over. “If you…” Ally pants, “If you touch me again-”