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would have her, finally. Robin. His cock in her cunt. All his thoughts of working out kinks felt immediately wiped away. He was going to have her.
Goddamn, what a friend he had in Carthage. He suddenly could not walk quickly enough to the indoctrination area.
She could take the other men. He knew she could. And once she had been through that trial of fire, that tribulation of cocks and cum and brutality, he’d know for certain that she was his and his alone. Forever.
But when they arrived finally in the small valley in the hills, the sand black and torches lit up in a circle to illuminate their dark ceremony, it was not Robin in the middle of the stones.
It was Abigail. Not Robin. Not the love of his life.
Abigail.
She looked like she had arrived early, before the sun had properly started to set past the mud-red horizon. But it was dark now, and all the men were waiting for Brall to arrive.
In the circle now, she was surrounded by six men. Each of them with muscles hard as the land they stood on. All of their thick, veiny members glistening with precum, stroked slowly and sure by helping Cauldron Girls aching for their own taste of the hot, delicious substance contained in every man. The soldiers thrummed with anticipation now that Brall had arrived—they would start soon.
Abigail got down on all fours in the circle, her tight ass held high. Long blond hair draped to one side, the tips sliding in the dirt. Her thighs were wet already. She may have been a Family girl, but she was still a woman—all those hard, dripping cocks around her was driving her wild.
“This isn’t enough men,” she called.
A happy grumble struck up among Brall’s men. They all wanted a turn with Abigail. Even if she had not been a Family girl, and so all the more taboo of an offering, she was gorgeous. Positively gorgeous. Possibly the sexiest babe any of them had ever had chance to come across in the past, saving maybe for Robin. She was like an angel, fallen from on high, waiting to be corrupted and destroyed by their sinful ways. Their eyes shifted to Brall, each of them hoping to take the honor of having Abigail for themselves.
Abigail continued. “And none of your number will be enough, truly...unless...”
Her eyes blazed and rested on Brall. She brought up one hand slowly, like she was composing at a concert.
“You. I want your cock to claim me.”
Before, Brall had tolerated this exercise. Knowing something was up with the girl, knowing that she had her mind on evil things. It was the way of a mind like hers. But now his mood, always volatile, had ramped up to a strange grinning fury. He could not turn down her request in front of all his men. And yet his heart burned with endless, furious hot passion for Robin. Only for Robin. The thought of fucking another woman—someone so close to Robin, as well—was not a welcome one. And yet he felt trapped. There was no choice in the matter.
If he lost face in front of his warriors, he lost everything. Already, he had waited too long. To hesitate much longer would bring questions.
Approaching the blond vixen his stance was tall and strong. He took off his vest and then the shirt beneath, revealing the massive musculature that had won him his primal kingdom of killers. Then his pants, his thighs dense and cut with rivulets of defined flesh, his cock half-hard but already more massive than any other in the mob. The Cauldron women in the crowd, previously purring in the ears of the soldiers next to them, stared in awe at his reveal. Muscles stacked high, each one chiseled and hard. Like a statue from old. His appearance struck something primordial in each of them, a distant relationship to the gods they had long ago abandoned for slaughter and hedonism.
This was so even though almost all in the crowd had seen him before in such a manner—naked and hardening. Their awe was only re-doubled by seeing the force of his nakedness once more. Women stroking cocks stroked them harder,
Goddamn, what a friend he had in Carthage. He suddenly could not walk quickly enough to the indoctrination area.
She could take the other men. He knew she could. And once she had been through that trial of fire, that tribulation of cocks and cum and brutality, he’d know for certain that she was his and his alone. Forever.
But when they arrived finally in the small valley in the hills, the sand black and torches lit up in a circle to illuminate their dark ceremony, it was not Robin in the middle of the stones.
It was Abigail. Not Robin. Not the love of his life.
Abigail.
She looked like she had arrived early, before the sun had properly started to set past the mud-red horizon. But it was dark now, and all the men were waiting for Brall to arrive.
In the circle now, she was surrounded by six men. Each of them with muscles hard as the land they stood on. All of their thick, veiny members glistening with precum, stroked slowly and sure by helping Cauldron Girls aching for their own taste of the hot, delicious substance contained in every man. The soldiers thrummed with anticipation now that Brall had arrived—they would start soon.
Abigail got down on all fours in the circle, her tight ass held high. Long blond hair draped to one side, the tips sliding in the dirt. Her thighs were wet already. She may have been a Family girl, but she was still a woman—all those hard, dripping cocks around her was driving her wild.
“This isn’t enough men,” she called.
A happy grumble struck up among Brall’s men. They all wanted a turn with Abigail. Even if she had not been a Family girl, and so all the more taboo of an offering, she was gorgeous. Positively gorgeous. Possibly the sexiest babe any of them had ever had chance to come across in the past, saving maybe for Robin. She was like an angel, fallen from on high, waiting to be corrupted and destroyed by their sinful ways. Their eyes shifted to Brall, each of them hoping to take the honor of having Abigail for themselves.
Abigail continued. “And none of your number will be enough, truly...unless...”
Her eyes blazed and rested on Brall. She brought up one hand slowly, like she was composing at a concert.
“You. I want your cock to claim me.”
Before, Brall had tolerated this exercise. Knowing something was up with the girl, knowing that she had her mind on evil things. It was the way of a mind like hers. But now his mood, always volatile, had ramped up to a strange grinning fury. He could not turn down her request in front of all his men. And yet his heart burned with endless, furious hot passion for Robin. Only for Robin. The thought of fucking another woman—someone so close to Robin, as well—was not a welcome one. And yet he felt trapped. There was no choice in the matter.
If he lost face in front of his warriors, he lost everything. Already, he had waited too long. To hesitate much longer would bring questions.
Approaching the blond vixen his stance was tall and strong. He took off his vest and then the shirt beneath, revealing the massive musculature that had won him his primal kingdom of killers. Then his pants, his thighs dense and cut with rivulets of defined flesh, his cock half-hard but already more massive than any other in the mob. The Cauldron women in the crowd, previously purring in the ears of the soldiers next to them, stared in awe at his reveal. Muscles stacked high, each one chiseled and hard. Like a statue from old. His appearance struck something primordial in each of them, a distant relationship to the gods they had long ago abandoned for slaughter and hedonism.
This was so even though almost all in the crowd had seen him before in such a manner—naked and hardening. Their awe was only re-doubled by seeing the force of his nakedness once more. Women stroking cocks stroked them harder,
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