It was still a sword, but it had an odd almost talon shaped cross guard; unlike the Great War swords I had seen in the weapon chamber of our burg, it ...had no false edge, but a long grip. There was a skull like symbol on the blade just above the hilt and a similar shaped skull shaped the pommel. The entire sword was made of a very dark metal.Tyr said. “This is Dark Blade, a token of power and a piece of a cosmic puzzle if you will.”I still stared at the transformed weapon and there was an urge in. She's scaring me. She's almost catatonic.I helped her into the tub. She has that dazed look on her face again. I'm a little worried because she hasn't said a word since we left the farm. Granted there was a cock in her mouth all the way back to town. But I can't help being more than a little concerned about her mental status.I gathered some candles and put on some soft music. I don't want this to look too much like a seduction. But I'm worried about her sanity and I figured we could both use a. I thought of the previous night as I took a long, hot shower. My handsroamed my body, feeling the smooth lean muscle. I flicked the smallbarbell piercings in my nipples and sighed as they sent jolts through mybody to my cock. I didn't even notice the shower door slide open.I felt big, strong hands on my sides, which then slid around to my chest.I jumped at the touch, tried to turn but the other man was much strongerthan me. He pushed me against the stone tile wall, and I felt his large,naked. Still, I was at least able to press myself against him when he grew hard. God, I wanted him in me.Following the advice of the Police Constable who took my final deposition, I went to see a counsellor. She was surprisingly perceptive, and noted my fidgeting and general anxiety; I was, however at least able to obfuscate the actual reason for my jumpiness; she put it down to lingering fear after what we came to call "the attack." I, of course, knew better; I spent every waking moment fantasising.