Thread: Ascension to the Heavens|Descent into Hell(Corsair and Xana)

Anja gasped as Lily pinned her to the bed, gasped again as orgasm-slick finges pushed roughly into her own wet cunt. Goddess, she moaned, fingernails digging into Lily's ass, spreading her wide as she did. Fuck me like that! She spread her thighs wider, opening herself to Lily's hand. Fuck me! shd begged, body arching in a desperate attempt to take Liky deeper. Meanwhile, the unseen figure behind Liky shifted and moved, hard abdomen pressing against her rear. A thick cock bobbed against her thighs as a callused hand explored her slit, then jerked as that hand stroked up and down yo lubricate his length with her juices. Therecwas no warning when he took her. Just a blunt head pressing against her lips and a sudden thrust, impaling her on his thick length. A hand gripped her shoulder and another took a fistfull of her hair, pulling her back onto his meat as he roughly fucked her You're not just a convenient fuck, Mykel insisted, drawing back a little. You're my best friend, Eva. And, yeah, those blondes got me really hot. And the idea if sharing them with you got me hot. But... He shrugged. If I just wanted to get off, I could jerk off somewhere and get some sleep. He held out a hand. I want you because I enjoy you. Because we're bith turned on, and I want to get you off. And yeah, because I wanna fuck. He leaned forward. I want to fuck you , Eva. Hard and deep, until we're both too tired to think about blondes ir demons or anything but falling asleep. Verrier walked past articulated skeletons of angels and racks of heaven-forged weapons, listening to a thousand year's accumulation of precious stones and coins crunch underfoot as he did. This is not what we're here for, he said, waving a dismissive hand at the skull of Verdan, the dead Forest Lord. Unkess you want to stop and look at them. He kept walking, following a narrow path around the heaped mountain of treasure that served him as a bed. In the distance, a dim red glow could be seen dancing on the coins and casting odd shadows on the sculptures that lined the walls. We are here for another purpose, one I believe you will appreciate. Astrid! Attend me! As he rounded the pike, a young woman scrambled to her feet. She was, perhaps, seventeen, witb long wavy hair a red so dark it appeared black, and grey eyes, and a powerful build softwned by the flowing gown of black and crimsin silk she wore. In her haste she knocked iver her oil lamp. My lord! she gasped, stooping to right it once more. I... that is... You were sitting, Astrid. Nothing more. He looked her iver. Are you still decided on this course? Yes, my lord, she saidm nodding. I... that is, I wish to... Verrier laughed. Then choose your dowry wisely, fir we shall depart when you are done. With that he crissed to ine of the racks of weapons in the wall, selecting a keen'edged silver sword nearly six feet in length. And it will include this Verohars, the Light of Destruction. The battle-blade of the Seraph Za'monviqima Lord of the Third Host and leader of the seventh Scourge. Astrid's eyes were wide as she took it, handling it lightly with one hand. Verrier laughed again, rolling up his sleeve to reveal a jagged white scar on his upper arm. It has tasted dragon blood once, and its master found the taste bitter. I advise against seeking a second draught. Astrid's eyes went wide. My lord! I... I would never..! Shaking hid head, he fell backwards into the coins with a metallic crunch. The thought must have crossed your mind Astrid, he chuckled, or you would have been a poor student indeed. But where are your manners? Have you no words of greeting for your cousin, Astrid Heldasdottor?