Peter had tried reasoning with him. Saying the spear was not meant for mortal men, and as such Saint Andrew had descended to claim it. The legate was ...a shrewd man, drunk on the power his papal authority afforded him, and so he sought to punish Peter for his false tale and presumably for keeping the spear to himself. Adhemar had noticed his renewed health and was partially correct in assuming the spear was responsible.In those days following the failed destruction of the spear, Peter remembered. She’d been trained to be the sublime slut. Right now, she wanted to be only his. “Fuck, you’re so wet, baby. Here.” His fingers jerked from her pussy and shoved into her mouth. “Taste that. Taste that sweet virgin pussy.” Rayne licked and sucked hungrily at the fingers plunged deep into her mouth. He pulled his fingers out with a growl and kissed her again, his tongue tasting and exploring everywhere as he thrust his fingers deep within her quivering slit again. He rubbed her harder,. She weighed almost nothing as we cleared the entrance, her body against me as I kicked the door shut.Her squeals were muted with my hand over her mouth. I caught the flash of something small and furry scampering away. Seems her cat was brave enough to get away from the situation.I pressed her close to me. Her tight ass against my throbbing erection. She struggled, until my arm went around her neck. Cutting off her air for a moment. I let go, tightened, then let go away. Her breath came in. I finally leaned in and planted a wet kiss on the tip of his penis. I started licking around the head, trying to get the flavor but it just tasted like skin. I kept kissing and licking it, and I felt like I was in love with it. I wasn't nervous anymore, just extremely excited. I wrapped my lips around it and started sucking on it, closing my eyes without thinking about it. It was so overwhelmingly satisfying. It felt so natural. His penis was sooo smooth and warm; hard but the surface was soft.