Alkandi mated college with the beast, and bore the ogre’s children, who were to become the second generation of dark-elves. She met with the ogre leaders and organized them, often times trading her body for favors. She did the same with the orc cock chieftains, and the goblins and centaurs, until she stood at the head of an army greater than any the world had ever seen. She exacted her revenge upon the high-elves, cutting their kingdom in two, and establishing Alkandra, the realm of beasts, where she ruled for five-hundred years. I paused to gaze upon the girl astral figure of Alkandi, her naked body still as beautiful as the day I met her, her face fierce and defiant, her eyes ablaze with orange fury. Yavara stared confusedly, her eyes narrowing, the hint of recognition dawning across her features. When I was a young boy, I continued, my temple was sacked by a band of orcs. I hid behind a bookshelf as my brothers were massacred, praying that the orcs’ illiteracy would keep them from searching my hiding place. While I peeked between the spines of two dusty volumes, my eyes were met with two blazing orange eyes. The orcs dragged me out and wanted to kill me, but Alkandi said she had uses for a young mage with a knack for survival. In a few years’ time I became headmaster of the temple of Alkandra, and found myself in Alkandi’s bed many nights. I loved her, Yavara, though she never loved me the same way. Alkandi didn’t believe in monogamy, and I grew jealous. One night I was contacted couple by the headmaster of the grand temple of the Highlands. He offered me amnesty for information, and in a jealous rage, I gave them what they wanted. Alkandi was assassinated in her chambers, and with her death, the kingdom of Alkandra tore itself apart. In my grief, I hung myself from the rafters of my temple. As I dangled from my noose, I looked up to find the ethereal figure of Alkandi, looking down at me from the astral plane. She told me that she would rise again, and that I needed to be there for her when she did. She gave me her gift of agelessness, so that I could remain youthful for as long as I needed until she once sexy against sat upon the Black Throne. Alkandi’s astral face turned sharply toward me. And what a fine job you’ve done so far, Zander. Yavara gasped at the breaking of uniformity, but my attention was divested elsewhere. It was so good to hear Alkandi speak to me, even if her voice was seeped in venom. I smiled at her, then turned to Yavara, her face twisted in confusion. Do you recognize that voice, Yavara? A voice that is your own, but somehow foreign? Their lips smacking. My eyes were on Tom’s cock as he put in close to the opening to my pussy, inserting just the head. “Good morning and Happy Holi to you too dear”, Manya cock wished her son back, forgetting her exposed state and still letting her concealed left hand caress her pussy. That amazing tongue. She trailed off, her eyes gazing into the distance. When James dropped us off I told him that we’d need him again at 7 o’clock. “I want a word with you.” Jerry said as Mona appeared with two cups of coffee. Tears fill my eyes as her dick fills my ass. The first cock that pop my cherry properly. I couldn’t see her.” His thick cock is right in front of me. He helps me down to my knees and I lean in to kiss his cock. I can't know for couple sure but I was told a right good few of the guys in my school wanted to kill me over what I was getting to do that they couldn't, but all I get were a bunch of stares and so many questions girl I couldn't keep up. “Unless... wonderin' down the highway's just where ya need to be.” When we got to the top of the hill we had a short rest, well short enough for Mason to fuck me. Thankfully with no one else there to witness our sexy copulation. Wednesday afternoon arrived and as expected, Eddie has a western themed uniforms laid out in the makeup room for Silvia and I. Mine isn’t terrible. He hands me the money and sits back down. I could feel the heat emanating from Stephanie's body as she was just inches away. “You’re right.” The waitress comes over and takes our orders. You cost me ten Grand slut, and if i say you are going to ride a horse for me. you fucking will.. Which we prefer, especially with you guys…….. This worked out so well, that Hoss hired a black hand that was known to Fancy (and had been much abused by the cowboys, many of whom were from the Old South) to drive a highly modified wagon that he bought and he used the local carpenters to fix it up. All those talks about college domination, rough sex and having children with their moms are outright disturbing to me. How do you feel about last night, mom?" Shit.