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I looked past him to see Tova, standing with her bow lifted and her fingers curled around the next arrow’s fletching.

“Then why are you here?”
“Because my fealty is to the Svell.”
“Even if they’re wrong?”

For a moment, I wondered if I’d even be able to feel it if I reached out and touched it. If I wrapped myself in its flames like a golden cloak. Maybe death would just feel like going home.

I ran faster, passing the Svell and spinning on my heel as I twisted my sword in an arc around me to catch him in the gut. He tumbled into the grass and I lifted the blade before me, thick blood dripping onto the golden grass.

There was only one way to know for sure what fate was coming, and that was to wait. Because no matter what Jorrund had planned, the Spinners were weaving. They were folding time and every one of us within it.

“Our story is far from a fairytale. But everything happens for a reason, even if that seems impossible to understand.

“What can I do to help you? I’ll do anything.”
“Just don’t turn your back on me. No matter how many times I fuck up.”

“I worry about her and about this family. I’m just trying to hold everything together.”

“That’s less than I thought.”
“What kind of a manwhore do you take me for?”

”But in the end, people who grow up the way Gavin did have their futures mapped out for them. And that future doesn’t include people from the other side of the bridge, like us.”

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🔸💛🔸. . . (F)BR With Loyda . . . 🔸💛🔸

I hope this one is angsty!
I’ll be the one in pink looking all cheery and shit 😆

Pulling off his cock, I smirk. “A spanking?”

It’s incredible to watch his process, to see the magic come together before my very eyes. He appears to have reclaimed himself while being out here.

I offer persuasive encouragement, groaning with pleasure, dancing my tongue against his. It soon becomes hungry, our mouths dueling, caressing with urgency, ravishing each other.

Fuck, I want to so bad. Instead, I rub his bottom lip with the pad of my thumb and whisper in his ear, “You’re not ready for me yet, boy. But soon.”

This kid needs discipline, and I crave to dish it out. My eyes focus on the crimson spilt in his bottom lip. I ache to bite him there—to push the burn and see if he breaks.

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☄️👋🏻☄️ . . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . . ☄️👋🏻☄️

Time to get naughty! 😆
I’ll be blondie on the left.

"Well, shit. You've just made my day, Brandt. What can I do for you?"

There was no way I wanted Brandt to hear me. Only when I was confident he was out of earshot did I let forth a wail of absolute anguish. The pain was unbearable.

It might have helped if I had a little more meat on my bones, but every single smack he delivered went right through me, searing my skin and sending tendrils of stinging agony all through my body. Each one was less bearable than the last, and no matter how much I squirmed his hand always managed to connect with my backside.

"Which hole would you like me to start with?"

Five years of prison had taught me to be on my guard at all times. I wouldn't forget the lesson in a hurry.

“Your sword, Sir Gentry,”

He cried out, I knew not what, and seeing how poorly he fared, he ceased his futile defense and attacked. He hit his arm hard upon my elbow so that I must release him, and ere I regained my hold, he pushed me hence.

“My lady. Art thou well? Have I wounded thee?”
“I’m fine, but I can’t believe you said cunt.”
I expected him to apologize, but he said, kind of defensively, “’Tis a good English word,” which made me start laughing again.

“Wait. You’re building this? You are building it?”
“Yea. Stone by stone,” he said.
My mind was blown, because that was a lot of stones to be building one by one.

Gawen laughed and said, “The lady inflameth thy liver. Thou shalt have no relief but by thine own hand.”

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🌾💠🌾. . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC & Loyda . . . 🌾💠🌾

I hope this one is with feels!
I’ll The the redhead at the bottom.

My heart is yours. My spirit is yours.

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⛓ ❌⛓. . . (F)BR With TwinsieCC . . . ⛓❌⛓

I’m ready for some sext times 😆
I’ll be the one standing.