It seems that we have arrived. I fear our time together is short but if your face is the last thing I see before I die, I go to join the gods a joyous man. In the long antechamber I pause to select a slender sword and a matching leather gauntlet studded with iron. This time though, the leader halts his underlings before us. I will set you free.”
“But do you have the key?” asks one old man. I lap at it gently, letting my tongue dip inside to savour the richness there. I thrust back with each of Etrec’s strokes while Paask does his best to lick my pulsing clit. They are naked, twisted, tortured and discoloured. I tingle and I heave as their arms hold me; rubbing my ass, my breasts, my shoulders and my thighs. We are quickly pushed forward until other hands guide us through a stone door.
