Drops of Kaarthen’s milk sprinkled onto her as the lusty Amazon built to her own frenzy. It occurred to her as she fingered it, that this was a wall she could get past. Its forearms were thicker then its biceps and its hands seemed swollen with three sausage like digits. She eased up off the ground as his fingers moved into her and straightened up onto her knees. When he didn’t move, she started squealing and whimpering louder, and again thrust her ass back onto him frantically. Finally, she dismounted. Kaarthen was addressed as ‘the Champion’s blessed maternal sheath’ or ‘The Goddess’ chosen milk carrier to the Champion’. We travel to Mavvus at the moment. She didn’t get far. He spoke of adventures in every place and several on the high seas. He spoke of sadness finding out the children he sired with mortals were borne as vampires. A collar kept her head down and it ran through a ring before splitting and shackling the creature’s feet.
