Halfway between being awake and dozing, she began to take inventory of her surroundings. She felt Marcus’ body underneath her, one of his heavy arms... draped across her waist and hips. Their legs were a tangled, jumbled mess, halfway inside of the covers, and halfway out. Her face was pressed into his strong pectoral muscles, which rose and fell with the rather loud snores that had lulled Makena to sleep last night. Comfy….OH HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! I am smushing this man! I’m gonna kill him! Now. "My pussy is definitely getting wet now. I'm still rubbing along the outside, remembering how it felt when you touched me yesterday, remembering how your big, hard dick felt in my hand last night."My cock lurched in my pants as I too, remembered."I'm spreading my fingers apart wide," Jen said, "sliding them on either side of my pussy. Ooooh, that's nice. Pushes my lips tight against my clit." Fuck," I groaned."2:25, Ed," she said. "Stay strong."I felt a warm hand caress my kneecap, and I moaned. The details do not matter.” Father Reushuel stomped up to him and slapped him hard. Ashriel tasted blood in his mouth and had to grip Amaranth to keep her behind him. “You insolent, conceited, young prick,” Father Reushuel spat. “We’ll see how you feel about the details later on when your fall from grace is announced and every feather on your lovely black wings is ripped off.” Ashriel closed his eyes in despair. Amaranth clutched his arm, her sobs ripping him apart inside. “Go to your. She was knocked unconscious and dragged away to the underground city. She awoke abruptly, feeling like she was falling. She looked around for a clue as to where she was but it was mostly dark and damp. She was hanging in the air, by a long thicker strip of leather under her breasts that connected with thinner rope-like lashings from her ankles and wrists, which were also tied together. She had a strip of dirty cloth in her mouth tied around the back of her head. Her muffled cries were.