Keep doing that.’ Mark knew the officer didn’t need cleaning – the cheeks being mashed against his face tasted and smelled clean. ‘Tom, I thin...k this pervert wants to show his thanks even more.’ ‘I think I know just how,’ Bill replied as he bent over. ‘Boy, now clean my crack.’ Right in front of Mark was the dark, furry chasm of Tom’s asscrack. I can’t possibly stick my tongue in there. Then Tom shoved his crack against Mark’s face at the same time that Bill rammed the nightstick against Mark’s. ‘Here to teach, to show, and to guide you into manhood.’ Running Deer paused considering her words. ‘Where you here for my father, and his father, and his father before him?’ ‘I was…and I wasn’t,’ she said cryptically. ‘You speak in riddles,’ he retorted with an edge of anger in hisvoice. ‘I was for each of them yes. But even as I am for you now, I am different. What you see, is what you want to see. Not what I am. The image I have allowed you to create is how you believe me to be, to look, and. And she screamed till she could scream no more, sobbing uncontrollably in place. Mille couldn’t get enough of the sight unleashed before her—she felt like a little teenage girl all over again. The demon was going to cum. Its body shook as it let out an unholy inhuman howl of pleasure into the darkness. The girl could feel it cum. She felt the base tentacles spring out and hook the lining of her pussy lips and spreading them apart revealing her pink pussy walls engulfing her attackers fiery red. She would not be a choice candidate, she would though buy the time necessary to accomplish the journey. "Rebecca, my dear Rebecca, I can not send you back in time, you will accomplish a great deal more here to ensure our cause." "But, who is this warrior you speak of then, who is left?" "I will be the warrior, I am going to be the one to go back in time." "But princess, you are not a warrior, you are a ruler." "I am a vampire, I think I can manage." "You are headstrong like Cheyenne." "That is.