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Standing before that altar was Primarch Valerius. His physical form was far more menacing than his holographic projection. He stood over seven feet tall, clad in layered robes of woven shadow-silk and heavy gold-and-platinum battle plate. His pale face was smooth and hairless, his eyes burning like hollow purple suns. Hovering behind him were twelve Praetorian void-guardians—constructs clad in towering, four-armed iron carapace armor, wielding massive dark-silver halberds that hummed with destabilizing force-waves.

Images of Hades cupping and sucking my nipples flashed through my mind, sending sparks and tingles throughout my skin, shooting its way into my core. Suddenly, my cheeks felt warm and the room temperature was oddly shooting to the roof. The more I stare at the love marks, the more I am reminded of… them. The more my body recalls Hades’ tongue lapping and sucking at my nips like he could never get enough of them. The way Valerian pounded me in the deepest angle while I squirm and my tight pussy clamps down on his cock…

Violet blurted out. “What the heck is a Valkyrie tribe?” Theophile raised his eyebrows. “It looks like ancient Egyptian people. Can you ditch these weird fashion choices? You’re going overboard with decorating these paper dolls. Their necks will snap.” “These are just paper dolls. I could snap off another head,” Violet retorted, looking up. “You’ve raised a slightly creepy girl, mate,” Theophile sighed, glancing at Alpha Matthew lying on my lap. “What’s wrong? Kids say weird things all the time,” Alpha Matthew shrugged it off.

The younger Yoshima squeezed a generous amount on his right hand and invaded Val’s narrow butthole. “Fuckkkk!” Val cursed as the feeling of seventh heaven drowned her when her wildness above Khanu brought her to her soul-shattering end. She felt divine. But as Khanu wasn’t done yet, he took advantage of her clasping walls to draw his own end out from its hiding. He bounced his hips up to pound on her, and with his hand drawing circles on Val’s engorged clit she was pulsating and dripping her cum making Khanu glide and slide blissfully in her delicious snatch.

With one look, Arianna knew the bitch was up to something. "You dare come into my darling's chamber without being summoned? You’re here to steal something, aren’t you?" Valkyrie smirked, and Arianna’s brows furrowed. "What are you talking about?" Valkyrie took slow, menacing steps toward her, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. “What am I talking about?” she repeated mockingly. “Oh, don’t play innocent now, little rat. I saw you touching that painting. What did you think you’d find here—some hidden treasure? Or are you just trying to leave your scent on everything that belongs to my darling?”

If we were to do that, it would have to be skin to skin, so I'd rather not turn myself in so easily. Finally, Joana stopped stimulating me and continued on all fours by my side. I loved that position for full women, you could perfectly see her big and juicy asses, and her pussy getting even tighter. I became an animal by putting myself behind her, and I lost track of who we were when I pushed my arm down her spine, urging her to lean to the ground. Joana's breasts touched the cold floor and she hissed, I almost apologized, almost, if I hadn't noticed the glow of her humidity slipping through her smooth and pink pussy.

We’d always done it that way, and always would. He nodded. “Do you know the oath?” “I do, boss.” “Alright then. Karma, sambuca, please. Shotgun, when you’re ready.” She poured three shots, and was ready with a lighter. Good ol’ flaming sambuca. “I, Frank ‘Shotgun’ Yates, stand here today to pledge my loyalty to the Valkyrie, my club, my crew, my family on two wheels. To my fellow Valkyries, I swear to have your back on every road and every ride.

’ Czer snarled within me, his voice edged with warning. But the way out was gone. The Rift pulsed, alive and aware. And then — I saw them… Figures in the distance, caught between time. Lycans, witches, warriors… and among them, myself... Standing amidst the ruins of Valkyrie, sword drawn, blood dripping down my hands. “No,” I whispered. “That’s not real.” Valentina reached for me, her hand brushing mine. “Andres?” But her touch sent a violent shiver within me and something crushed before my eyes— two moons bleeding together, and between them, her silhouette standing alone, light pouring from her chest.

As she closed her eyes and held both men’s heads securely to her breasts, she gave silent thanks to the witch. With a unity of movement that surprised her, Valkyr removed his hand from between her thighs while he and Jeremiah lifted her body into the air; their mouths never leaving her breasts. Her eyes grew wide with surprise and she gasped at the sensation of being lowered onto Victor’s hardened manhood. When and how he’d managed to position himself on the desk to receive her was a mystery.

The contrast of their skin colours made it even more exciting. “Amela, get on your knees and eat her wet pussy” I commanded and she wasted no time. Valerie quickly rolled up her short skirt, revealing a lacy red panties which Amela quickly pulled down, her clean-shaven shaved chocolate pussy came into view. “Ohh.. Fuck” Valerie moaned as Amela’s warm mouth made contact with her clit. She grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and placed a leg on the office sofa to give her a better view of her wet pussy.