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Andrea's attention was back to the center of the Arena when the game started. "Now, Alpha Homer was on the lead. He got first a small archer. That was lucky for the Alpha. The small archer was easy to use," the commentator said. "Now, let's take a look at Franklin. As expected, he got the big and heavy archer. He was unlucky to have it. Because he was slow to run his horse, choosing his weapon affected. Now, Alpha Homer started to shoot his arrow towards Franklin," the commentator said. Everyone on the benchmark started to cheer for Alpha Homer. The studio was filled with noise calling Alpha Homer's name. Andrea just smirked.

The tip is pinkish but the whole shaft is the same color as Archer's tan skin and surrounded by raven black hairs. Beam looks up to see Archer's drunk for lust face while he teases the tip by licking it with the tip of his tongue. "Argghhh fuck you are sexy" Archer breathlessly mumble holding Beam's nape for balance while his other hand holds his pajama top as not to cover his shaft for Beam's easy access. Beam started to play Archer's erection and pleased the tan man with his expert tongue. "Arghh Beam...so good. I will really beat you if you do this to anyone" Archer, even in the height of his ecstasy, still remembers to make his threats.

The brawny one whose weapon was a pair of wind gauntlets stepped out of the shadows of the other two to meet Pathfinder; for he had judged that he was the only one physically capable of stopping such a charge head-on! Seeing the Wind demon that stood within his path was one of the three whose heads he sought to crush, Pathfinder’s eyes glowed brightly. His already tense muscles accepted a little bit more of the pressure that inflated their masses and caused them to explode with strength. Outer energy filled every single muscle fibre of Pathfinder’s arms, tearing the sleeves of his robes to shreds to reveal the strong arms underneath. While he was not the bulkiest of Barbarians, his physique

"Ow—fuck that hurt," I growl, rubbing the inside of my arm. The skin stings and is slowly turning bright red. "That's why most archers wear guards on their arms. It's not just for decoration." "Well can I get one of those guards then?" "No." "Why not?" "Because I know you're tougher than that." I scowl a little and notch another arrow. It takes quite a bit of effort to pull back the drawstring and I only have a few seconds to aim before my fingers slip.

“How could I have forgotten.” “Well! I have three powerful wolves with me,” she sang as she beamed at us. “Surely you could give me a hand when I need it.” Archer jumped out of the car and started to pull off his top, unbuttoning his jeans; he kicked off his shoes and proceeded to remove his boxers. I knew exactly what he was thinking. Turning, I looked at Ayla. Her eyes were wide, and her face was the colour of beetroot. It was hilarious but adorable at the same time.

I held the bowstring, preparing my fingers to let go of the arrow as I gasp for air. Archery has been my preference. It gives me a calm mood and I often uses it to reduce my anger or grief within my chest. As I let go of the arrow, it directly darted toward the target and I sigh in relief upon witnessing how it pierced through the center. "Not bad at all," I whispered and a smirk escaped from my edges. Mayhaps I must go home and assemble myself for the night's lantern exhibition. As I have my departure, I notice a silhouette from afar. The butts aren't distant from the forest I used to stay in. Out of my interest, my feet hasten to tail the figure of a woman. I could evidently glimpse how sh

State Arch Bow release. Name : Arch Bow Strength : 20 Agility : 20 "Master, the healthy can be added?" She was greedy when hunger about power. "It can. Remember, I need a sword added by your State level!" "Remind me, handsome Master." She love flattering Xiao Wan, when ask her like the lion on mirrors actually a catty cat.

Almost breaking her resolve in one go. “Archer?” She spoke softly and lowly, almost out of earshot. Archer was stood with his back to her, his back on full display showing a magnificent goddess across his rippling muscles. Cara gazed at the beautiful artwork. The goddess was battling with a dragon, a silent similitude to her inward battle. She coughed lightly, catching his attention and he turned suddenly. “I’ll be out in a sec.” He answered quickly. Cara's feet travelled the room faster than she realised.

Archer asked, warmth lingering in his gaze. "Yes," I whispered back. Archer's eyes shifted to my belly, and a smile spread across his lips. He looked up at me, seeking permission with his eyes to touch my stomach. I nodded, and as he placed his hand on my belly, a tiny flare of power sparked within, as if the child was reacting to Archer’s presence. I caught Archer's eyes, noticing a glimmer of the wolf within them, a sign of the alpha wolf connecting with his child.

I beamed up at him, the joy bubbling up and over the walls of my fear. Archer’s eyes softened completely then. He didn't smile back, I wasn't sure he knew how but the harsh lines around his mouth relaxed. He simply gave me a short, sharp nod, acknowledging my gratitude without needing to hear it, before turning his gaze toward the window, already planning the war he was about to start for my sake.