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As the shadows of the planets long twilight began to set in, casting the world in an eerie red light haze the planets duel moons began to rise and Lysera found herself slowing. Over the last couple of kilometres the ground to either side of her had begun to rise and close in, what had been a low valley when she had entered was fast becoming an increasingly narrow gulch, the cliff walls stretching out above her in what for her would be a challenging climb and for a human an impossibility. Lysera came to a stop at a point where the gulch narrowed further, her breathing controlled despite the lengths at which she had been running, her instincts giving her pause. The human’s scent was thick here, recent and alluring in its baseness, no perfumes or masks, just her prey, tired from a long run, seeking shelter from the sands as night approached. Taking a step forward Lysera put a hand on the Lancer strapped to her back and she remembered her Seconds words, to be wary of the sands. She had no doubt her Second had been cautioning her not to forget about the planets unpredictable sandstorms, but even though none were in the air that she could sense, she hesitated, feeling uncharacteristically uncertain. The smell and sense of her prey so close fed the fire in her and it commanded she finish the chase, take the human while she was tired and unprepared, find a quiet spot sheltered away from the world and claim her prize. The fire drove her forward another few steps but again something in her mind held her back. Frustrated and eager to claim her spoils it took a conscious effort of willpower to force the fire to subside, something many others, even of her rank would struggle to do when the climax of the hunt boquete felt so close at hand. As the fire subsided Lysera felt a little weariness settle into her limbs. It had been a long run and a long day even before that. She turned her mind from thoughts of taking what was hers and instead tried to figure out what had put her senses on edge. With a hand still blonde on her Lancer she looked from the rock faces guiding her along to the cliff tops above, then down to the winding passage vanishing off before her and lastly to the sands at her feet where her eyes focused and a frown formed on her plush cherry lips. The human's tracks were deep and uniform, as easy to follow as the scent in her wake, so obvious in fact that even a Fifth could’ve followed with ease. Lysera blinked, her breath catching in her throat as all the pieces seemed to at once fall neatly into place, the entire day's events culminating into a single all-encompassing realisation that burned through her mind and body, giving her life. Lysera grinned and let her fingers release the Lancer. She knew where the human was and she would have to be quick and quiet. The climb wasn’t as difficult as she had first assumed, though it was a good test of blowjob her control, relying on her fires incredible strength and endurance to heave her own massive bulk up while keeping her cool and calm, placing each hand and foot with caution, knowing that any loud noise could prove to be her downfall in the critical moments that followed. Step brazil by step, inch by inch, Lysera rose, her skin gaining a thin sheen of sweat as much from the mental restraint as her physical exertion and as she reached the top she kept her body low, her teeth bared as she peered over the lip of the gulch and at the jagged, rocky landscape that awaited her. The sand-laced winds licked at her face as she crawled forward, sticking to cover and doing her best to ignore where the pointed rocks bit into her bare flesh, momentarily frustrated with her otherwise adored bust. She came to a large rock outcropping on the edge of the gulch and froze, tempering her fire to slow her heart rate. She inhaled slowly through her nose but caught nothing, the wind up here too erratic to give her a scent and she prepared to continue forward. As she breathed out something minute tickled her attention, something so small she had almost missed it. Pausing where she was on the exhale, not even willing to risk her own breath she shut her eyes and felt her pointed ears twitch as she exerted effort. It was a skill to listen like she was, but having six ears was not without its advantages. On the edge of porno hearing, locked away where her conscious mind always chose to ignore it, Lysera could hear the quickened thumping of her own heart deep within her chest, but it wasn’t alone. Another heartbeat echoed in her ears and once she had made the distinction between the two beats, she could hear it racing. When the marine came around the rock, rifle raised and shell casing flying free Lysera’s Lancer was already arcing through the air. The first few rounds pinged off the rock, the marine having pre-fired and another struck Lysera in the shoulder guard, virtually the only armour she wore. Gripping her fleshy hips, I eased back so that my length slipped out of her all slick with our combined juices just like the Doctor had ordered. Jessica pushed back as Bully thrusted forward. Victor zipped the bag up while Mrs. Vargas signed her name to the release papers from the morgue, and then the two began blowjob wheeling Saema’s corpse down a long series of hallways, out a brazil set of double-doors, and to a waiting van. My ignorance was quickly punished, as I felt my wrists become cuffed by the bartender. Futanari boquete are biologically stronger than women. “Do you want me to tell him porno to keep it slow?” blonde I asked. “It makes you wet that I'm strong,” I growled. 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