Desi deity 42

There was no wolf pushing inside the gate which he had ensured was the only indian entrance into the castle, no wolf appeared. But a naked and exhausted Gregor stumbled inside breathing heavily. He was surprised to see his nephew, and told the captain to hold off giving the order to kill him just yet. They instead watched as Gregor entered the empty barracks, no dount looking for a weapon he would not find inside. Seeing Gregor in this state made Roderick think back for a moment. The last time he had seen this was with desi the boy's father, he had been one of the wolves after all. When Roderick had found out about the man's true nature he had ordered the man slain on the battle field as soon as an opening was seen. He had had the pleasure of killing the man with his own hand and had told his sister the man was unfaithful. He told her he had seen the wolf pups sired by the man himself. She was the one who had the sorcerors curse the wolves to their forms in her fit of jealousy. When Gregor had grown to look like his father she had shunned him sending him to her brother only saying 'see that I never see him again. I'll not be reminded of the betrayal.' It would seem Gregor was indeed his father's son, a wolf at heart always. "Orders my King?" the captain whispered at his side. "Have him secured by the men and brought into the throne room and ... have Mathius' men waiting for me." Roderick said with a slow and malicious grin. "By your command." the captain replied bowing at the hip. Gregor walked out of the bunk house clothed in a loose fitting set of work clothes the soldiers used to train in. He was surprised and a little more wary since he had searched the barracks and had not found a single weapon inside. Even when all of the soldiers had been mustered there was always something left inside just in case it was needed by someone garrissoning the castle, but there had been an obvious lack of weapons inside. As Gregor walked out of the barracks towards the tall double doors of the castle he was set upon by the king's guards. He struggled but as he fought against them they overpowered him with sheer numbers. He was bound and gagged by the soldiers before they began to carry him towards castle. He felt his heart sink as he twisted his head this way and that to try to look his once loyal comrades in the eyes, none would hold his stare for more then a second before turning away. He knew there could be only one reason they would do this and it would not end well for him. As they carried him over the thresh hold they turned towards the throne room walking at a brisk step with him over their shoulders. Mother Aslaug had been right, his uncle would not listen, and he was going to die in the halls he had served so faithfully in. They walked into the open doors of the throne room and as he craned his head he saw the king on his throne with three disfigured men in robes at his side. They let out bestial growls as he was tossed upon the floor by the soldiers. "Dear nephew it pains me to see this. Your betrayal cuts me deeply you know," Roderick said with a sigh. "A wolf under my own roof, it is no wonder you sided with them when I tried to have the wolves removed from the temple. I had the forest burned down, they will now either die or run in fear." Gregor was racking his mind trying to think of a way out of this mess but as he tested the bindings he could feel the pain in his muscles pull at him. He sighed to himself wishing he had gone with Alsaug, she had been right. Roderick gestured for the soldiers to leave and then motioned for one of the robed men to remove the gag. "Why," Gregor spat coughing "Why have you done this? Even before they walked up, they had worn out their welcome. She pulled the blanket off the armchair and wrapped it around. Afterwards he started dragging the nesting Corbin with the ever faithful Olga, the newly infected copilot went back to her crew at the door. On the spot, she decided she would get him. Madelyn was wanting to crawl around to each one, covered in their cum and give them the blessing of fucking their queen. “AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH!!” Rachel started screaming. And here you are, nineteen and already fucking so many guys.” Universe, it seems, had already taken a decision for her. At least not as clever as what he had composed. As such, he had a broad chest and naturally big arms, with large, rough fingers. Erin slammed her foot down on the worm below desi her as hard as she could. One of the men gulped as he looked to her bald crotch, and couldn't help but notice the distinct sheen of her juices running down her thighs. As I pressed her face into my crotch, and enjoyed immensely the skill of her tongue, I wondered where her quest for power would take her, and to what depths she would stoop. 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