The wiry man tried to exploit his advantage, but a wild slash sent him scrambling back. Sex With a roar of victory, the wiry man lunged forward. “Thank you,” I whispered as I closed her eyes, “Rest easy now young one.” Read 22005 times |
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Emmy though remained focused on her opponent. His body jerked one last time as shit exploded from his bowels and onto her legs. Blood seeped from the long cut in her back and flowed freely from the gash in her leg. It was perfectly situated within a week’s march of King Hrothgar’s new lands along the coast. “Kill… me…” she rasped. Both opponents, the wiry one and the blonde one, eyed her cautiously. Her small chest heaved and her guts wriggled as she strained to breath. Emmy glanced down and spotted the sword belonging to her first victim. Death was something that was ever-present in our lives as warriors, but every killing left a mark on our souls. Those forces would need supplies, boats, lodging. She parried blindly and managed to deflect the blonde man’s sword. The man continued to hum soothingly as she cried like a baby in his lap.
