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The sinking sun cast the sky in crimson, illuminating the thick fog of the marshlands in ethereal red, the helms of the Highland army barely glinting through the haze. I watched it through the silk fabric of my mask, the rest of my body submerged in a murky pool. Topographically, this part of the Highlands was not part of the ‘high lands,’ for it was flat marsh without so much as a tree stump to raise the elevation. The border was drawn after the collapse of Alkandra to ensure that no army from the Tundra could surge into the Highland kingdom without first wading through thirty miles of treacherous bogs and swamp. It worked both ways though, for while one could almost see Glacier Lake from this distance, the elven army was still ten days away. Ten fetish miserable days of blonde wet clothes, unsure footing, squelching boots and rot. Not to mention the parasites. The marshlands were home to the worst flesh-eaters on Tenvalia; mosquitoes, leaches, flies, spiders, snakes, and oh yes, now vampires as well. The sun crested the western hills behind us, casting a long shadow over the army. “Father?” Ivanka asked beside me. “Yes Dear?” I responded. “Is it time?” Tiffany asked from my other side, glancing at what I was doing, “Who’s your new friend?” I stroked the carapace of the foot-long centipede, admiring the size of her mandibles, the clear poison dripping from the scarlet points. Her bite was said to be the most painful in the world, and one of the deadliest. Necrosis would occur within an hour of injection, and if the affected Hardcore skin was not extracted in time, it would be carried into an artery, and the worst death imaginable would ensue. She crawled up my arm, her hundred little legs stabbing pleasantly into my skin, her antennae seeking, her mandibles clicking. “I think I’ll name her ‘Gloria’ after my dear mother,” I smiled, guiding the creature along my shoulders and down my other arm, “they do share so very much in common.” I opened my hand, and the insect crawled down my wrist, and into the moss. The sky turned from crimson, to purple, and the fires began to ignite in the vast campsite. “Now, it is time.” Hundreds of my children moved silently behind me. We took off our clothes and waded through the bog. We BDSM ducked beneath the muck blowjob and swam through the viscous waters. The task would’ve tired most beings, but our stamina was limitless, and our hunger great. It had been three days since we’d last eaten. We emerged from the other side, peeking over the bank at our quarry. It looked like she came here for a reason, and not because blowjob she felt a naughty urge to have fun with my wife. “Ah, yes!” Stacy came all over her friend's fingers. He left large bruises and hickies in his wake. BDSM Molly was tight as the head of my cock began to feel the warmth of her pussy and as Hardcore it slid in a little farther, Molly moaned and stopped to let her pussy adjust. “Only an idiot could believe it is possible to summon a demon! Plead with her. “Oh. Everyone looks at her lips and mouth and then into her eyes. He knew he had to keep Tyshawn here somehow. She went over to the player and began to flick through the pile of discs. And just like blood slaves there body belongs to there Master. Neither of them were wearing much clothing. He started to climb back on top of me I was trying to wiggle and fight to get away from him. There was no jealousy. He blonde then rolled on top me I then spreaded fetish my legs open so we could both be comfortable as we kissed he kissed every part of my body. I can handle a taste.