I could fly, shoot out blasts of energy along with a bunch of other cool feats. The dream felt so real. As if it was actually happening or at least a recent memory. The rest of the week fell into a routine. Nicole and I grew closer during our little private practice sessions. Her skills seem to increase exponentially… Or maybe she was always this good and just needed to work out some kinks. Either way, she was starting to challenge me. Which is a feat in and of itself. She barely misses after she’s all warmed up. Her ball handling skills have almost become on par with my own. By the time we finished our asian drills on Friday, we both became quite comfortable around each other. “So I take it you’re going to Jeremy’s party tomorrow?” she asks me as we walk out of the gym. “You found out about that?” I ask. “The whole school knows,” she says. “That’s all anyone is talking about.” “Well, I’m probably going to take a hard pass on that,” I tell her. She gives me a weird look as if I committed a crime. “Why?” “Drinking beer isn’t going to help us win the championship…” “Totally committed to the cause, I totally understand that.” She nudges against me with her shoulder and gives me a smile. “But… If you don’t take time to relax and have a little fun you’re going to be all tensed up when it comes time to perform. You should go to the party and take a little time to enjoy yourself.” “Are you going to go?” I ask her. “Possibly, but I don’t really know anyone there.” “Hmmm, I suppose if I go, you’ll then decide to come?” “It definitely increases the odds, but I don’t even know where Jeremy’s house is…” “I could give you a ride on my moped…” I give her a cheese filled smile and do the quick suggestive eyebrow raise I’ve melted so many girls’ hearts with. “Okay! She could feel him increase his pace a little with each thrust. Looking down in growing horror, she realized she was sitting atop asian him, no, straddling him, right in the middle of the convention hallway. Even cleaned up he felt weird standing in front of her house. Ealaín gasped. Jill thought about it for a moment. He started fucking in and out of her pussy with long hard fast strokes forcing her to orgasm one after another non stop until he rammed balls deep into her cunt and held tight while he shot cum deep inside her hitting her cervix forcing her to push onto his cock and scream with a brain wracking orgasm. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” “But, believe me, I had to get away from him.” I’m supposed to make sure you don’t cheat or talk to anyone outside the player’s lounge, although for you…” she flashed a devilish grin, “…I’m sure I can be persuaded to be another type of escort.” She winked, taking a sip of her own drink.
Keep pressing the center! The orcs we surrounded surged once more, charging over mountains of their own dead into the chaos of reforming regiments, fighting with a savagery too great to contend with. No longer were they the cattle herded for slaughter, but the anvil for the coming hammer, the chopping block for the coming axe, and we, the doomed rooster who had so arrogantly called the morning song of victory, but the dawn had not yet risen. It was all so clear now. The Highland army was going to be massacred, and the only men in position to stop it, was the first light infantry regiment. We would hold this line to save the army, and we were all going to die doing it. “Freytian,” Deklian laughed, his voice manic with terror, “I think I just shit myself!” “All asian that fucking talk, and in your first battle you fill your trousers.” “Aye, I guess I’ll have to requisition brown pants after this is done!” I clapped him on the shoulder. “You know, I think I’ll get a pair myself.” The horde disappeared into the sulfuric fog, then burst from it a hundred yards away, charging headlong across the short expanse. I gripped my pole, dug my heels into the dirt, pressed my shoulder against Deklian’s shield, and screamed. The horde crashed into us. The impact nearly sent us sprawling, and the momentum carried us skidding on our feet for ten yards. I skewered three orcs just by holding my pole steady, and struggled to keep my weapon in hand. Deklian frantically stabbed over his shield with his short sword as he pressed his weight against the shield, screaming at the top of his lungs. The pole was wrenched from my hands, and I was nearly carried with it over the shield-wall. My head smacked against the edge of the shield, and I barely stopped myself from toppling before the relentless momentum that carried us backward. A snarling face appeared between the gap in the wall, eyes full of fury, tusk bared and spittle flying. I drew my sword and hacked at it, shouldering the shield and pushing with failing legs. I thrusted over my head again and again, each blind stab meeting its mark, impossible to miss against the wall of bodies. We slid back further and further. The men on my left side were grabbed and thrown screaming backward. The men on my right were flattened and trampled. Orcs poured through the gaps like water through a failing dam, surging past us and behind us. “Hold!” I screamed uselessly, “Fucking hold!” Deklian and I were nearly parallel in our effort to push against the ocean of bodies. “Yup. At one point I was sure his cock would just slide in with all his wild pumping and so much pre-cum. We arrived only a couple of minutes late. In the meantime, Yakov had taken off his tunic and unfastened his trousers and now he knelt before them. Dee sat and fidgeted until I could pause without dying “What?” “I think we need some sort of lubricant,” Ashley said, frowning a little. I offered her coffee and she said anything hot would be nice it gotten so cold all of a sudden.” I gathered he was a cousin from the family conversation. To tease him I told him again, ‘I want to watch you cum, but asian not until I tell you to.’ It felt bizarre to him. But John always suspected that Jan was just patronizing him, because she loved him, and didn't want to hurt him by admitting to him that she really wished that the man she married would have had a longer penis. At one point, just after a man had shot his load down my throat, I heard a voice say, “Do I have to untie the sock?” “No…please no. That’s what they told me in Payroll this morning.” "Shut up," he shouted at her.
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