Dev nodded thoughtfully. He had seen the way wooden bowls seemed to absorb stew juices or even soups. It made sense when he thought about it. Another ...thing his grandfather had given him was an unusual silverware set. There was a knife, a spoon, and another thing with two prongs coming out the end of it, that you could use to spear meat with. Most useful and ingenious.Days turned into a week, and then another week. The weather was cold. A light snow fell occasionally, which they marched through. “Of course not,” Alistair agreed, surprised, and Rolan seemed to relax a little at that. Knowing that the hallways behind us were cleared, we allowed the soldiers to lead the way up the stairs, through the warren of tunnels. “Are you injured? Do you need help?”Conrad shook his head. “Not sure how, but all our injuries were healed before we woke up. Not even a scar to show for them.” He gestured to the damage to his armour, where he’d clearly been impaled at some point; I raised my eyebrows,. We’re both panting from exhaustion and she’s got this amorous look on her face. I move her legs around my waist and sit her up. She grabs me by the face and gives me a long, passionate kiss as my cock is still rock hard inside of her.I pull out of her as cum drips onto the floor from my quivering head, and sprawl out on the bed out of breath. Surprisingly, my dick’s still upright, covered in a mixture of her vaginal fluids and my thick, creamy cum. She turns around and puts my swollen cock back. Their destination was a red door."Let me do the talking. The father here is an old friend," he said. Ashkrath wondered why he hadn't given her his name. In retrospect, she only new names by listening to talk. The village she was alive in, Ashkrath had been the closest thing to beauty, and so she was protected from men who weren't suitors. The village and her parents should have been more worried about the priest. To hide his shame, they sacrificed the innocent. No matter how much she pleaded,.