He was dead before he could yelp. One swipe of my paw took his head off, just to be safe.His blood was both foul and thrilling, my predator instincts ...coming alive. I let them push aside my terror, revulsion and conscience; right now, it was kill or be killed, nothing else mattered.With no time to lose, I picked up another trail, but found more than I could handle. Three more Werewolves were feasting on another poor soul, their bodies huge and snarls aggressive as they fought over their kill.. Her eyes were lidded, her face and chest flushed with arousal.Smythe had fought Goblins before, but he’d never seen this... “Don’t let them touch you!” Smythe yelled to anyone who could hear, though it was fruitless. All around him, men were being knocked down and women were being overwhelmed. Suddenly, the sounds of the fighting took on a different tone. Indeed, the men were shouting and grunting as they fought, but the women’s screams were changing to squeals and moans of pleasure, rather. .. ?" As you are a stranger here, I will explain something to you, but only once," said the Captain, "In Kobekistan when a man gives a woman an order she obeys it. She does not question it, nor does she object to it, nor does she delay her obedience. The man has his reasons for what he orders, but they do not concern her. The Emir has ordered me to follow a certain course of action and I will do that. You will obey. Is that clear?" Yes," said Emma, wondering why she felt so excited inside, and. She touched me and we moved towards the stairs. As soon as we entered the room we lay on the bed and got down to some sensual deep french kissing. She was rubbing the outside of my crotch and said she hadn't been fucked for months. I eased her to the edge of the bed and started stroking her thighs under her dress and running my hand over her panties. I loved her in the dress so kissing her thighs I made my way up towards her crotch slipping a tongue inside them before pulling them to one side.