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Chapter 14 - At last trumpet!
Summary of Previously : Finished the job and continue their personal and existential problems, our are going to go back to Belle. Unfortunately on the way back comes the bad, Andros, a vampire of the lineage of vampires werewolves Reeks of Mortino with various reinforcements. Jean-Claude, however, against all the odds and unexpectedly for him, he does finally finding out the joys of the massacre, and Asher, who had discovered them long before the wolves remedying defeats all but a stab in the side. Will Asher survive? And above all, the poor will succeed Jean-Claude have finally his damn wet sex scene?
Soundtrack: Poison by Alice Cooper
was probably dead already and fuck off, judging from the painful sound of the dwarves who move furniture in his head, despite being placed on a beautiful skin hot and excited, perhaps a bit 'hairy and smelling of horse, in fact let's call it by its name: the hair. The climate, however, was just ispiratorio: a good time with thunder and lightning and hard rain of the Virgin Mary. Too bad that Jean-Claude had wrapped in a cloak el'avesse slammed awkwardly on his own horse, which he did well both to his wound to his mood as you can imagine.
"Bastard, who told you that you could drive? And since vampires sleep? Put me down, pervert, I know that I was scratching his balls under his cloak, "she complained in a hoarse voice.
"Come on, Ashy, t'agitare not you die," replied the other softly, giving him a shot in the head to get him back to bed.
When he awoke, he was all naked and wet and sore from the wound and the coarse straw under his ass, but at least the most hailed in the face and was in a hovel that stank of cows, I remember vividly Anality peasant. Jean-Claude
back soon after a servizietto to horses to calm them down, also naked and wet and sculettante, her hair wet that threatened to make him catch a cold.
Asher stared drooling, and he would come in his underwear that he had no points if he had enough blood in the body. "Thou hast stolen clothes, eh? I bet you'll tell me that they are useless and damaged bales and other "attack to give himself a countenance.
"I'm wet, I just put them to dry in the sun. Can I rub your ass to relieve the discomfort of hay. Let me look at where you've done wrong, maybe the knife was silver. "
"What the fuck do I look, hairy as a werewolf? It must have been poisoned, Pirlo, and hurts like Executioner if you do not mind. But so what? "
" Eh, I was a bit 'naughty' sadly piped Jean-Claude. "I get angry?"
"Fuck you did not tell me that you let him go because I'll shoot!"
"Nope, I killed them all. That is, all those who have not stiff you, I do not want levarti glory. I hope Belle will be happy that I made man rather than the man for once. And I want to know? It 'was a cool crazy bastard that infamous plea for more and I sucked the life out of that instead of dovergli suck that is too good! Then I also cut the head with the Swiss boxcutter "
Sisi good, it was time that you wake up, usually I do all I ever ... and anyway you're a cheater with that your fucking ardeur 'said Asher hurling a cold stare. That phrase
it froze. Probably not just those "adventure, nor the" saving his life not to be endlessly accuse his cool moments like Er der coliseum. "Forgive me. If you want you can beat me. If you want to do it again. "
"Well, that bitch, you've also tried to kill me. Well ... at least look at the side, and made to suck a little 'blood. "
"SSSSSSSììììììììììììììììì, finally! "The wound was
inflammatory effects, but licked the Jean-Claude as a mouse, making obscene verses, dreaming of a sexy nurse outfit and shaking her hair dripping for show, not until Asher pulled them to him to attract his neck on teeth, biting to get a midnight snack made from the blood of the werewolf and vampire just corrected another vampire, causing a bit 'of multiple orgasms that illuminate some' clouds.
"Hey Ashy, Molly, I want Diablerized? Do not like the wet blowjob that you talk so much? "Gasped Jean-Claude on the verge of collapse. "Look, you can also feed the horses or goats that are beyond if not. "
Asher sat better in the hay, raising a hand to his friend, ringed with flowers, and muttered only "Blow."
"Evabbè, but we also put a pair of parpatine, Romeo de nice mouse of your" growled the ardeur before setting out to work.
"Evabbè, if I have to ... at least Lick my scars, shit!" It would not really need to say it, but now we know that our queer male needs to compensate.
Asher was upset. His eyes stared at the void above him, heedless of the drops of rain that the wind hurled him, his mind clouded by "excitement, found himself at times lucidity, now overtaken by the tremors that invaded each time the "else touched and began to eat it all. Was actually a good thing ... a boyfriend so it seemed that even the black fishnet opened heavy rain ... in a series of bright rainbows.
His power slipped on the skin in myriads of electric shock from which "poured unrelenting groin to the brain, sucked into an" ecstasy that seemed to have no end, while still trapped between those lips trembled not intending to leave him, and eager to continued squassante prolong the pleasure.
After interminable moments, Asher stood up on their elbows and their eyes met: Jean-Claude was as happy as a child, we just missed beating out their hands to show contentment, and Asher reached out to him, urging him to come closer, hugging himself.
"As soon as decent, my dear, you see that you lost the hand. Maybe dry it as soon as we do it again eh? "He whispered softly, finally decided to relax a bit 'for the happiness of his companion.
not last long. There was something hard in the hay, as if it were an uncomfortable piece of metal in the ass, and the two vampires took out the script.
"Nooooo! Here he says that we should not make peace, and that you should not even like our wet scene "burst into tears Jean-Claude.
"And why not? You'll read it wrong. Can you read? "
" Yes, there is also written that you must get scared and I do not want dell'ardeur piùùùù for a lot of other chapters, "sobbed the more.
Asher still did not believe it, "I fear? And for what? Of course you're a little 'tamarro Pelazza when you grow up, but you are sexy, and it is not the first time that we fuck junkies, think it was when found thee from the goats. "
Jean-Claude was now inconsolable. "I knew I knew fuck Morgana71 had undertaken to make an epic poem, and instead has run and stain to him in Chapter 10 was already clear to everyone that we still loved each other so much, and now there's this nonsense buaaaahhhhhh to do us harm. "
Asher read quickly, swore a few times, then he thought that this unexpected turn allowed him to be decent and not do what I love gives bucolic as in his favorite movie. Lady Chatterley's Lover, what he understood? Then, hesitating whether to sigh or feed his sadistic streak, he opted for the latter and let go a slap to her lover, a little 'to silence him, a little' to comfort him.
"Leave me alone, stupid bitch, you broke, you know not even learn the script first, you will not stand it anymore, so I'm a monster and always will be! "
" Assììì? So fuck you, next time that you want me to crawl, and you're just a monster. "
Asher shrugged and looked at him very cold: the Paturnie and faces was a bit 'sgam more than that.
fact less than thirty seconds after Jean-Claude already pleaded: "Oh God, please, do not I meant it, now I have I fear dell'ardeur, look what I am doing"
The only response came from goats and by the hard rain began to fall.
"Ashyyyy, daaaai, forgive me, it gets a altrooooo??" Au revoir
Parody of No rest for the wicked of Morgana71, written with Ricciolineri . There is profit. The names of some characters belong to Laurell Hamilton. These environments belong to various Whitewolf. The original characters belong to Morgana. 
Summary of Previously : Finished the job and continue their personal and existential problems, our are going to go back to Belle. Unfortunately on the way back comes the bad, Andros, a vampire of the lineage of vampires werewolves Reeks of Mortino with various reinforcements. Jean-Claude, however, against all the odds and unexpectedly for him, he does finally finding out the joys of the massacre, and Asher, who had discovered them long before the wolves remedying defeats all but a stab in the side. Will Asher survive? And above all, the poor will succeed Jean-Claude have finally his damn wet sex scene? Soundtrack: Poison by Alice Cooper
was probably dead already and fuck off, judging from the painful sound of the dwarves who move furniture in his head, despite being placed on a beautiful skin hot and excited, perhaps a bit 'hairy and smelling of horse, in fact let's call it by its name: the hair. The climate, however, was just ispiratorio: a good time with thunder and lightning and hard rain of the Virgin Mary. Too bad that Jean-Claude had wrapped in a cloak el'avesse slammed awkwardly on his own horse, which he did well both to his wound to his mood as you can imagine.
"Bastard, who told you that you could drive? And since vampires sleep? Put me down, pervert, I know that I was scratching his balls under his cloak, "she complained in a hoarse voice.
"Come on, Ashy, t'agitare not you die," replied the other softly, giving him a shot in the head to get him back to bed.
When he awoke, he was all naked and wet and sore from the wound and the coarse straw under his ass, but at least the most hailed in the face and was in a hovel that stank of cows, I remember vividly Anality peasant. Jean-Claude
back soon after a servizietto to horses to calm them down, also naked and wet and sculettante, her hair wet that threatened to make him catch a cold.
Asher stared drooling, and he would come in his underwear that he had no points if he had enough blood in the body. "Thou hast stolen clothes, eh? I bet you'll tell me that they are useless and damaged bales and other "attack to give himself a countenance.
"I'm wet, I just put them to dry in the sun. Can I rub your ass to relieve the discomfort of hay. Let me look at where you've done wrong, maybe the knife was silver. "
"What the fuck do I look, hairy as a werewolf? It must have been poisoned, Pirlo, and hurts like Executioner if you do not mind. But so what? "
" Eh, I was a bit 'naughty' sadly piped Jean-Claude. "I get angry?"
"Fuck you did not tell me that you let him go because I'll shoot!"
"Nope, I killed them all. That is, all those who have not stiff you, I do not want levarti glory. I hope Belle will be happy that I made man rather than the man for once. And I want to know? It 'was a cool crazy bastard that infamous plea for more and I sucked the life out of that instead of dovergli suck that is too good! Then I also cut the head with the Swiss boxcutter "
Sisi good, it was time that you wake up, usually I do all I ever ... and anyway you're a cheater with that your fucking ardeur 'said Asher hurling a cold stare. That phrase
it froze. Probably not just those "adventure, nor the" saving his life not to be endlessly accuse his cool moments like Er der coliseum. "Forgive me. If you want you can beat me. If you want to do it again. "
"Well, that bitch, you've also tried to kill me. Well ... at least look at the side, and made to suck a little 'blood. "
"SSSSSSSììììììììììììììììì, finally! "The wound was
inflammatory effects, but licked the Jean-Claude as a mouse, making obscene verses, dreaming of a sexy nurse outfit and shaking her hair dripping for show, not until Asher pulled them to him to attract his neck on teeth, biting to get a midnight snack made from the blood of the werewolf and vampire just corrected another vampire, causing a bit 'of multiple orgasms that illuminate some' clouds.
"Hey Ashy, Molly, I want Diablerized? Do not like the wet blowjob that you talk so much? "Gasped Jean-Claude on the verge of collapse. "Look, you can also feed the horses or goats that are beyond if not. "
Asher sat better in the hay, raising a hand to his friend, ringed with flowers, and muttered only "Blow."
"Evabbè, but we also put a pair of parpatine, Romeo de nice mouse of your" growled the ardeur before setting out to work.
"Evabbè, if I have to ... at least Lick my scars, shit!" It would not really need to say it, but now we know that our queer male needs to compensate.
Asher was upset. His eyes stared at the void above him, heedless of the drops of rain that the wind hurled him, his mind clouded by "excitement, found himself at times lucidity, now overtaken by the tremors that invaded each time the "else touched and began to eat it all. Was actually a good thing ... a boyfriend so it seemed that even the black fishnet opened heavy rain ... in a series of bright rainbows.
His power slipped on the skin in myriads of electric shock from which "poured unrelenting groin to the brain, sucked into an" ecstasy that seemed to have no end, while still trapped between those lips trembled not intending to leave him, and eager to continued squassante prolong the pleasure.
After interminable moments, Asher stood up on their elbows and their eyes met: Jean-Claude was as happy as a child, we just missed beating out their hands to show contentment, and Asher reached out to him, urging him to come closer, hugging himself.
"As soon as decent, my dear, you see that you lost the hand. Maybe dry it as soon as we do it again eh? "He whispered softly, finally decided to relax a bit 'for the happiness of his companion.
not last long. There was something hard in the hay, as if it were an uncomfortable piece of metal in the ass, and the two vampires took out the script.
"Nooooo! Here he says that we should not make peace, and that you should not even like our wet scene "burst into tears Jean-Claude.
"And why not? You'll read it wrong. Can you read? "
" Yes, there is also written that you must get scared and I do not want dell'ardeur piùùùù for a lot of other chapters, "sobbed the more.
Asher still did not believe it, "I fear? And for what? Of course you're a little 'tamarro Pelazza when you grow up, but you are sexy, and it is not the first time that we fuck junkies, think it was when found thee from the goats. "
Jean-Claude was now inconsolable. "I knew I knew fuck Morgana71 had undertaken to make an epic poem, and instead has run and stain to him in Chapter 10 was already clear to everyone that we still loved each other so much, and now there's this nonsense buaaaahhhhhh to do us harm. "
Asher read quickly, swore a few times, then he thought that this unexpected turn allowed him to be decent and not do what I love gives bucolic as in his favorite movie. Lady Chatterley's Lover, what he understood? Then, hesitating whether to sigh or feed his sadistic streak, he opted for the latter and let go a slap to her lover, a little 'to silence him, a little' to comfort him.
"Leave me alone, stupid bitch, you broke, you know not even learn the script first, you will not stand it anymore, so I'm a monster and always will be! "
" Assììì? So fuck you, next time that you want me to crawl, and you're just a monster. "
Asher shrugged and looked at him very cold: the Paturnie and faces was a bit 'sgam more than that.
fact less than thirty seconds after Jean-Claude already pleaded: "Oh God, please, do not I meant it, now I have I fear dell'ardeur, look what I am doing"
The only response came from goats and by the hard rain began to fall.
"Ashyyyy, daaaai, forgive me, it gets a altrooooo??" Au revoir
Parody of No rest for the wicked of Morgana71, written with Ricciolineri . There is profit. The names of some characters belong to Laurell Hamilton. These environments belong to various Whitewolf. The original characters belong to Morgana.
Jean And Ryan Productions
Chapter 13 - You with the eyes do not know do ...
Summary of Previously : Jean-Claude, vampire prostitute by profession, is playing the last assignment from his boss, who wants to right a new castle, in the familiar maxim " What do I have of you, I work m'arapa. Asher, the former Jean-Claude who hates loves hates love but right now mostly hate, accompanies him in the role of bodyguard: as usual, but does support the Ardeur Jean-Claude, his cheerful demon, he calls it. A loud.
Soundtrack: Wake me up before you go-go by Wham
Could the wet dream of any man turn so quickly into a nightmare? It seemed so, thought Jean-Claude, on his knees chickpea and Asher rebuked him harshly. In fact, continued to reflect the vampire, she could still be a wet dream. Just put a whip in the hands of Asher and the game was done, even a stick was not bad, but unfortunately he did not seem mood right ... the problem was, it would never have been?
"And now what the hell are you thinking with that stupid smile on your face? Here! I do not even pay attention, you've exposed me to public ridicule and forced to participate in your toys, "
" Forced? "
Asher had the decency to blush, which made him even more angry. "Yes, forced! You and your stronzissimo ardeur. You think you're a vampire big man and you're not even able to properly stun a human idiot who hunts zombies! "
" But you know that the eyes are not my forte! "Piped the other hitting the eyes maybe were not his forte but were the most beautiful eyes.
"It 'you do not exercise enough," cried Asher letting go of a slap. "Learn more, late! That bitch I was mistaken for a zombie! MI has mistaken for a zombie! I, the coolest among the figs mistaken for any horror movie monster series of zeta ... "
Even with the history of the monster, echepalle thought Jean-Claude, he would have never realized how sexy were those scars? "But you could be a cult and be part of an exhibition at the Cannes Film Festival!"
Asher began to hysteria, which he found it particularly well. "If you had not used the ardeur I do not I would not even touch a finger!
"That must be why I used it?"
"Behold, I knew it! Because in reality you without ardeur not want me, because I'm a monster! Buaaaaaaaaaaa "
" You're a monster, you're my darling ficofico blond. "Jean-Claude put out his hand in an attempt to touch the blond hair of the other." Incidentally, we fichifichi? "
Asher walked away, avoiding the friend who touched him. "Even if you are not a monster"
"Finally you understand!" Said Jean-Claude.
"Let me finish."
"I knew there was the trick ... "
" Even if you are not a monster for all the others are. "Asher sniffed and crossed his arms to his chest. "I do not want to play the part of the poor vampire. That was your role. "
" sooo? "
" Shit! You were such a crude! But do you remember what it was before you pick up Belle in that dirty hole villagers vampires? Did not even know how to get a goat. "
" Now you're insulting me! "Said Jean-Claude getting up from the floor rage. No one had to doubt his ability with the goats even though he preferred women.
Mr. Darcy, still sweaty and disheveled from gymnastic evolutions so rudely interrupted, is tentatively inserted into the conversation. "Excuse me?"
"And what the hell you want now?" The spat against Asher who had completely forgotten the presence of both spouses.
The noble man scratched his head, confused. "And I do not remember that ... ... well ... what was I doing?"
"And I do not I was going to cut your head?" His wife added, again with the katana drawn.
"Yeah, right ..." He muttered, turning to Jean-Claude Asher. "Watch and learn mongolino! That's it! "The vampire snapped his fingers and two limp immediately on the human bed without making a sound. Asher's rolled up his blankets and put his sword under his pillow Elisabeth. "Tomorrow I will have forgotten this unfortunate incident and remember just being with you."
"And now we're alone ..." whispered Jean-Claude in a hopeful tone.
Asher's eyes immediately froze the hopes of his friend, made her into cubes and served in a Negroni on the rocks. "I do not look, do not touch me, not saying a word. For you I do not exist anymore. "
" But-"
" Shut up! "Whispered Asher with a sweeping gesture to Obi Wan Kenobi. "You've never seen."
Jean-Claude rammed astonished eyes and Asher was gone when he opened them.
The vampire, in a trance, put her hands before her face emitting strange ways vaguely related to squeaks. "He means that we can do with your eyes ..." speech was
Asher and Jean-Claude saw him no more for the whole weekend. He reappeared only on Sunday evening to be his escort, as promised, greeted Mr. and Mrs. Darcy with courtesy and gladly accepted the gift that the couple gave to both.
They had been so pleased with the work of Jean-Claude that in addition to keeping the promise we added 15% service charge: two beautiful thoroughbred stallions. To Jean-Claude had tattooed on his girth "Only for our stallions favorite stallion. With love Darcy and Elizabeth Fitzpatrick. "
The vampire could be happy with himself and yet was not.
hoped for a romantic weekend and found himself with an ex even more than before incarognito: Asher had not only turned a cold stare from when they left the poor and Jean began to feel withdrawal symptoms. They say a beautiful Belle and Jack was just a matter of time, he was a vampire and could be expected that sooner or later they would come back together and lived happily forever. I really thought that was an idiot? Jean-Claude shook his head and prefer not to answer before he realized what had happened to the stallion rammed Asher.
"Oops! Sorry, but if brakes suddenly to force you butt-fuck. Just the accident report? "
" Shut up. "Asher whispered, looking around to make circumspect. The other
snorted bored. "Yes, I know, I do not speak, I must not breathe, you do not exist, blablabla ..."
"No, shut up!" He repeated Asher sniffing the air. "I do not feel that smell? There is something wrong. "Jean-Claude arched an eyebrow skeptically. He had to add paranoia to the long list of psychopathology deviant in its Asher was suffering? Even if, in fact, felt a smell familiar to him. Could it be? There was a smell of rotten in northern France?
"Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The cry of savage Asher, launch yourself like a thunderbolt in the dark of night, abruptly pulled it out in his reflections.
"Mon Dieu! You may not warn in time when you going to do the true vampire? "He said, struggling to regain control of the runaway horse. "If you died I would match the coronary arteries," Then he allowed himself the luxury to enjoy the spectacle of Asher who fought hand to hand with some fucking werewolf. "Way to go chardonnoret mon!" Shouted pulling out the pom pom cheerleader and flounder. "Give me an A, gimme an S, give me an H, give me a And, give me a R! Sexy Asheeeeer "
Meanwhile Asher was rolling on the ground with the werewolf, the jaws closed on his neck, for a moment undecided whether to suck it to death or stop beating Jean-Claude with an iron bar. He decided he was bored with the routine and then opted for bleeding the enemy.
"Jean-Claude" shouted another vampire coming out of a bush with two other werewolves. "Jean-Claude!"
Jean-Claude blinked as if he had trouble focusing and then yawned. "Andros is you, but we should not see each other anymore? What a breath! Here's what it was that smell ... and I thought we were still along the latrines ... "
The other frowned and crossed his arms to his chest. "Can you introduce me more worthy? Your readers will know who the fuck is Andros? "
" Ok "Jean agreed." For once sensible objection. For the record, Andros is a race of vampire reeking of Morte d'Amour who took advantage of me for a hundred years along with everyone else. Andros Hello, what brings you? You have come to avenge the honor of Yvette, the vampire race of stinking Morte d'Amour who took advantage of me for a hundred years along with everyone else? The vampire
wrinkled her nose. "Yvette has already been made."
"Excusez moi, I did not take off your stage ..."
"You are forgiven. No, I'm here to Yvette, sent me-"
" Picone? "Suggested Jean-Claude.
"No, the Master of Beasts"
"That idiot does, however, that rhymes with Picone." Asher added, emerging victorious from the fight and spat a mouthful of blood as a sign of contempt.
Andros's bestowed the same courtesy. "We Asher are you? But do not you said you hate your ex? "
" Only when they are not serving you idiot! "
The vampire began to laugh, mouth open and hands on hips, in the classical interpretation of megacattivo that has to die in less than ten minutes. "What do I care if there are you? You can only kill the werewolf novices. You are only two stupid bitch and you cut him off in the blink of an eye Mhumhuamhuamhuamhuamhuamhuamhua "He paused a moment to check the effect achieved and then continued. "We'll again Jean-Claude! I may be back and this time forever! Mhuamhuamhuamhua! Mhuamhuamhuamhua! Mhuamhuamhuamhua! Mhuamhuamhuamhua! Mhuamhuamhu-
"Sorry to interrupt you but the chapter must end within ten minutes I wet my sex scene." Said Jean-Claude falling from his horse and facing the enemy. "Would you like me all to yourself Andros but could not. I am no longer the Jean-Claude knew that a loooong time now is powerful. "
" Can I suppress the display of power and fight with these wer fucking standards? "Asher said, raising a finger.
Andros chuckled and left the field open with a theatrical gesture of the hand. "Yes, yes, well accommodated. I'm really curious to see Jean-Claude in all its power ... "Asher shook his head, had a ponytail, pulled up their sleeves and jumped into the fray.
"You have the superforce" asked Andros with an air of superiority.
Jean-Claude came up a few steps, his hair waving in the wind. "No, vampiric strength standard."
"You're a great flyer?"
Jean-Claude came up again and shrugged, eyes of blue fire. "Um ... let's say hop ..."
"So we do know with your eyes!" Chuckled the other.
"Arghhhhhhhhhh! Nooooooooooooo "cried Asher as a werewolf's sinking a knife into the side before she died. "I would say nooooooooooooooo"
"What the fuck you do then?" Jean-Claude
now almost touch him. Like a bad movie in slow motion, with special effects Grandma's Abelard SpA, grew the hair on his chest like moss on the trees, the silk shirt, stretched by hypertrophic anabolizzati muscles, he broke the air around it hot and heavy. The ardeur blazed with the power of more than a thousand suns, Andros shook. "Aò.Te sgargatubi the memories that I did?" The Jean-Claude breathed on his lips.
"Oh yes," said the other nodding obsessively. A trickle of drool running down his chin already, Andros sucked him as a Chinese noodle as if he had muscles that humans did not have. "How could I forget them? Every time I thought I would die! "
" Li mortacci your ... "replied the other laying a hand on his private niches. "Penza nun who know me 'never even' OMMITMENT!" At these words, a burst of power hits the vampire as an avalanche. "OMIODIO! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE "Andros fell to the floor stone dead, creating a cloud of ash that would have marred the airports all over Europe for centuries to come. Jean-Claude shook the dust from their lapels cursing because she chose the velvet smooth and not ribbed and turned to check what had happened to his companion. Asher was moving forward, staggering toward him, covered in blood, his clothes torn and disheveled. God it was sexy.
"What happened in Andros?"
"It 's dead. The ardeur did dry. And yours? "
" Even my. The problem is ... "Asher swayed back and forth like a reed whipped by the wind.
"Phew! Do not try again the old story dell'ardeur and the game of silence, right? "
The vampire leaned against a tree, stand up as if it cost him too much effort. "Actually, I could be silent forever, I feel that the forces are leaving ..."
"It's there that this is a parody, in the original there was death lurking at every page, but here ... here is not credible! "replied Jean-Claude supporting him by the arm and seeing the large gash that ran through the side of his friend.
"Sure?" The he said.
Jean-Claude's eyes widened as under the influence of hashish in a pipe and began to fret the fingernails of his free hand. "Shit, no! Asher did not die! Do not die please! You can not die before my sex scene wet! "
" Sex wet? "
" Are you numb or what? It's raining cats and dogs and my hair is a disaster. You had not noticed? "
" No. "he whispered. "I'm busy dying."
"Asheeeeeeeeeeeeeer" Au revoir
Parody of No rest for the wicked of Morgana71, written with Ricciolineri . There is profit. The names of some characters belong to Laurell Hamilton. These environments belong to various Whitewolf. The original characters belong to Morgana. 
Summary of Previously : Jean-Claude, vampire prostitute by profession, is playing the last assignment from his boss, who wants to right a new castle, in the familiar maxim " What do I have of you, I work m'arapa. Asher, the former Jean-Claude who hates loves hates love but right now mostly hate, accompanies him in the role of bodyguard: as usual, but does support the Ardeur Jean-Claude, his cheerful demon, he calls it. A loud.
Soundtrack: Wake me up before you go-go by Wham
Could the wet dream of any man turn so quickly into a nightmare? It seemed so, thought Jean-Claude, on his knees chickpea and Asher rebuked him harshly. In fact, continued to reflect the vampire, she could still be a wet dream. Just put a whip in the hands of Asher and the game was done, even a stick was not bad, but unfortunately he did not seem mood right ... the problem was, it would never have been?
"And now what the hell are you thinking with that stupid smile on your face? Here! I do not even pay attention, you've exposed me to public ridicule and forced to participate in your toys, "
" Forced? "
Asher had the decency to blush, which made him even more angry. "Yes, forced! You and your stronzissimo ardeur. You think you're a vampire big man and you're not even able to properly stun a human idiot who hunts zombies! "
" But you know that the eyes are not my forte! "Piped the other hitting the eyes maybe were not his forte but were the most beautiful eyes.
"It 'you do not exercise enough," cried Asher letting go of a slap. "Learn more, late! That bitch I was mistaken for a zombie! MI has mistaken for a zombie! I, the coolest among the figs mistaken for any horror movie monster series of zeta ... "
Even with the history of the monster, echepalle thought Jean-Claude, he would have never realized how sexy were those scars? "But you could be a cult and be part of an exhibition at the Cannes Film Festival!"
Asher began to hysteria, which he found it particularly well. "If you had not used the ardeur I do not I would not even touch a finger!
"That must be why I used it?"
"Behold, I knew it! Because in reality you without ardeur not want me, because I'm a monster! Buaaaaaaaaaaa "
" You're a monster, you're my darling ficofico blond. "Jean-Claude put out his hand in an attempt to touch the blond hair of the other." Incidentally, we fichifichi? "
Asher walked away, avoiding the friend who touched him. "Even if you are not a monster"
"Finally you understand!" Said Jean-Claude.
"Let me finish."
"I knew there was the trick ... "
" Even if you are not a monster for all the others are. "Asher sniffed and crossed his arms to his chest. "I do not want to play the part of the poor vampire. That was your role. "
" sooo? "
" Shit! You were such a crude! But do you remember what it was before you pick up Belle in that dirty hole villagers vampires? Did not even know how to get a goat. "
" Now you're insulting me! "Said Jean-Claude getting up from the floor rage. No one had to doubt his ability with the goats even though he preferred women.
Mr. Darcy, still sweaty and disheveled from gymnastic evolutions so rudely interrupted, is tentatively inserted into the conversation. "Excuse me?"
"And what the hell you want now?" The spat against Asher who had completely forgotten the presence of both spouses.
The noble man scratched his head, confused. "And I do not remember that ... ... well ... what was I doing?"
"And I do not I was going to cut your head?" His wife added, again with the katana drawn.
"Yeah, right ..." He muttered, turning to Jean-Claude Asher. "Watch and learn mongolino! That's it! "The vampire snapped his fingers and two limp immediately on the human bed without making a sound. Asher's rolled up his blankets and put his sword under his pillow Elisabeth. "Tomorrow I will have forgotten this unfortunate incident and remember just being with you."
"And now we're alone ..." whispered Jean-Claude in a hopeful tone.
Asher's eyes immediately froze the hopes of his friend, made her into cubes and served in a Negroni on the rocks. "I do not look, do not touch me, not saying a word. For you I do not exist anymore. "
" But-"
" Shut up! "Whispered Asher with a sweeping gesture to Obi Wan Kenobi. "You've never seen."
Jean-Claude rammed astonished eyes and Asher was gone when he opened them.
The vampire, in a trance, put her hands before her face emitting strange ways vaguely related to squeaks. "He means that we can do with your eyes ..." speech was
Asher and Jean-Claude saw him no more for the whole weekend. He reappeared only on Sunday evening to be his escort, as promised, greeted Mr. and Mrs. Darcy with courtesy and gladly accepted the gift that the couple gave to both.
They had been so pleased with the work of Jean-Claude that in addition to keeping the promise we added 15% service charge: two beautiful thoroughbred stallions. To Jean-Claude had tattooed on his girth "Only for our stallions favorite stallion. With love Darcy and Elizabeth Fitzpatrick. "
The vampire could be happy with himself and yet was not.
hoped for a romantic weekend and found himself with an ex even more than before incarognito: Asher had not only turned a cold stare from when they left the poor and Jean began to feel withdrawal symptoms. They say a beautiful Belle and Jack was just a matter of time, he was a vampire and could be expected that sooner or later they would come back together and lived happily forever. I really thought that was an idiot? Jean-Claude shook his head and prefer not to answer before he realized what had happened to the stallion rammed Asher.
"Oops! Sorry, but if brakes suddenly to force you butt-fuck. Just the accident report? "
" Shut up. "Asher whispered, looking around to make circumspect. The other
snorted bored. "Yes, I know, I do not speak, I must not breathe, you do not exist, blablabla ..."
"No, shut up!" He repeated Asher sniffing the air. "I do not feel that smell? There is something wrong. "Jean-Claude arched an eyebrow skeptically. He had to add paranoia to the long list of psychopathology deviant in its Asher was suffering? Even if, in fact, felt a smell familiar to him. Could it be? There was a smell of rotten in northern France?
"Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The cry of savage Asher, launch yourself like a thunderbolt in the dark of night, abruptly pulled it out in his reflections.
"Mon Dieu! You may not warn in time when you going to do the true vampire? "He said, struggling to regain control of the runaway horse. "If you died I would match the coronary arteries," Then he allowed himself the luxury to enjoy the spectacle of Asher who fought hand to hand with some fucking werewolf. "Way to go chardonnoret mon!" Shouted pulling out the pom pom cheerleader and flounder. "Give me an A, gimme an S, give me an H, give me a And, give me a R! Sexy Asheeeeer "
Meanwhile Asher was rolling on the ground with the werewolf, the jaws closed on his neck, for a moment undecided whether to suck it to death or stop beating Jean-Claude with an iron bar. He decided he was bored with the routine and then opted for bleeding the enemy.
"Jean-Claude" shouted another vampire coming out of a bush with two other werewolves. "Jean-Claude!"
Jean-Claude blinked as if he had trouble focusing and then yawned. "Andros is you, but we should not see each other anymore? What a breath! Here's what it was that smell ... and I thought we were still along the latrines ... "
The other frowned and crossed his arms to his chest. "Can you introduce me more worthy? Your readers will know who the fuck is Andros? "
" Ok "Jean agreed." For once sensible objection. For the record, Andros is a race of vampire reeking of Morte d'Amour who took advantage of me for a hundred years along with everyone else. Andros Hello, what brings you? You have come to avenge the honor of Yvette, the vampire race of stinking Morte d'Amour who took advantage of me for a hundred years along with everyone else? The vampire
wrinkled her nose. "Yvette has already been made."
"Excusez moi, I did not take off your stage ..."
"You are forgiven. No, I'm here to Yvette, sent me-"
" Picone? "Suggested Jean-Claude.
"No, the Master of Beasts"
"That idiot does, however, that rhymes with Picone." Asher added, emerging victorious from the fight and spat a mouthful of blood as a sign of contempt.
Andros's bestowed the same courtesy. "We Asher are you? But do not you said you hate your ex? "
" Only when they are not serving you idiot! "
The vampire began to laugh, mouth open and hands on hips, in the classical interpretation of megacattivo that has to die in less than ten minutes. "What do I care if there are you? You can only kill the werewolf novices. You are only two stupid bitch and you cut him off in the blink of an eye Mhumhuamhuamhuamhuamhuamhuamhua "He paused a moment to check the effect achieved and then continued. "We'll again Jean-Claude! I may be back and this time forever! Mhuamhuamhuamhua! Mhuamhuamhuamhua! Mhuamhuamhuamhua! Mhuamhuamhuamhua! Mhuamhuamhu-
"Sorry to interrupt you but the chapter must end within ten minutes I wet my sex scene." Said Jean-Claude falling from his horse and facing the enemy. "Would you like me all to yourself Andros but could not. I am no longer the Jean-Claude knew that a loooong time now is powerful. "
" Can I suppress the display of power and fight with these wer fucking standards? "Asher said, raising a finger.
Andros chuckled and left the field open with a theatrical gesture of the hand. "Yes, yes, well accommodated. I'm really curious to see Jean-Claude in all its power ... "Asher shook his head, had a ponytail, pulled up their sleeves and jumped into the fray.
"You have the superforce" asked Andros with an air of superiority.
Jean-Claude came up a few steps, his hair waving in the wind. "No, vampiric strength standard."
"You're a great flyer?"
Jean-Claude came up again and shrugged, eyes of blue fire. "Um ... let's say hop ..."
"So we do know with your eyes!" Chuckled the other.
"Arghhhhhhhhhh! Nooooooooooooo "cried Asher as a werewolf's sinking a knife into the side before she died. "I would say nooooooooooooooo"
"What the fuck you do then?" Jean-Claude
now almost touch him. Like a bad movie in slow motion, with special effects Grandma's Abelard SpA, grew the hair on his chest like moss on the trees, the silk shirt, stretched by hypertrophic anabolizzati muscles, he broke the air around it hot and heavy. The ardeur blazed with the power of more than a thousand suns, Andros shook. "Aò.Te sgargatubi the memories that I did?" The Jean-Claude breathed on his lips.
"Oh yes," said the other nodding obsessively. A trickle of drool running down his chin already, Andros sucked him as a Chinese noodle as if he had muscles that humans did not have. "How could I forget them? Every time I thought I would die! "
" Li mortacci your ... "replied the other laying a hand on his private niches. "Penza nun who know me 'never even' OMMITMENT!" At these words, a burst of power hits the vampire as an avalanche. "OMIODIO! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE "Andros fell to the floor stone dead, creating a cloud of ash that would have marred the airports all over Europe for centuries to come. Jean-Claude shook the dust from their lapels cursing because she chose the velvet smooth and not ribbed and turned to check what had happened to his companion. Asher was moving forward, staggering toward him, covered in blood, his clothes torn and disheveled. God it was sexy.
"What happened in Andros?"
"It 's dead. The ardeur did dry. And yours? "
" Even my. The problem is ... "Asher swayed back and forth like a reed whipped by the wind.
"Phew! Do not try again the old story dell'ardeur and the game of silence, right? "
The vampire leaned against a tree, stand up as if it cost him too much effort. "Actually, I could be silent forever, I feel that the forces are leaving ..."
"It's there that this is a parody, in the original there was death lurking at every page, but here ... here is not credible! "replied Jean-Claude supporting him by the arm and seeing the large gash that ran through the side of his friend.
"Sure?" The he said.
Jean-Claude's eyes widened as under the influence of hashish in a pipe and began to fret the fingernails of his free hand. "Shit, no! Asher did not die! Do not die please! You can not die before my sex scene wet! "
" Sex wet? "
" Are you numb or what? It's raining cats and dogs and my hair is a disaster. You had not noticed? "
" No. "he whispered. "I'm busy dying."
"Asheeeeeeeeeeeeeer" Au revoir
Parody of No rest for the wicked of Morgana71, written with Ricciolineri . There is profit. The names of some characters belong to Laurell Hamilton. These environments belong to various Whitewolf. The original characters belong to Morgana.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
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Chapter 12 - Ingessame er fuck me hath been broken
Summary of previous episodes: the last party Belle Jean-Claude has known his tenure, Mr. Darcy, and she fought for the umpteenth time with Asher that But he's witnessed his everlasting ammmore secured an exclusive rape. So, ready for the trip ...
Soundtrack: Burning Love by Elvis
Mr. Darcy Asher and Jean Claude was talking with a pleasant conversation. Accommodated between the two vampires in the four-seater car that was carrying them to his residence, his cheeks flushed and short of breath, the air with excitement and fun. Not the same could be said of his guests. "... And you need to know that my wife Elisabeth is the boldest hunter of zombies all over the UK, knighted by the Queen in person for his indisputable merits," "really commendable on his part." Snorted Asher looking out the window. "I can not wait to meet Mr. Darcy." Replied the other gently squeezing Asher repeatedly to the eye to see it back to the most elementary rules of courtesy. Darcy was completely unaware of each reaction that was not his own. And it was intensely focused in his underwear. "And you can not wait to meet you. Heaven! I can not believe my luck. I'm sitting between Jean-Claude and Asher, the famous lieutenants Bellemorte! The 47 survivors of the Inquisition! "The survivor blonde grind their teeth. "Yeah. Just a fortune. "" So Asher should be glad the appreciation that pays you Monsieur Darcy. Do not you always complaining that no one wants you? "" In Gentlemen, I tell you the truth I had no idea that behind so much horrible aspect, I do not want Mr. Asher, a famous character was concealed. And so sexy too! What priceless coincidence! "" Truly priceless! "Said Asher turned to Darcy and securing it with a cold stare that even half a degree does not cool the hot nobil'uomo spirits. "Uh ... and if we talk about the weather?" He tried to change the subject, Jean-Claude. "I find it unbearably humid?" "My dear, I love things wet, make it extremely desirable to sit in the warmth ..." chirped Mr. Darcy plunging his hands in the warmest places that had at its disposal: the slings of his traveling companions. Asher stood up abruptly, banging his head against the roof of the carriage. "I think Monsieur Darcy fact that I'm going to sit outside next to the coachman," Jean-Claude closed his eyes and bowed his head sadly, preparing for the worst. "Mr. Asher" I asked Darcy. "If with my dubious conduct I have been troubled in any way please excuse me. They are generally able to control my baser instincts at least as long as courtesy and public decency require it. "The other looked at him in silence. Then he sat down again. "Maybe." "E ' you are so fichiiiiiiiiiiiiii! Squeeeeeeeeeee "shrieked Darcy rubbing his hands. "Well." Asher replied with a grin while Jean-Claude began to whistle. Darcy loosened his tie. "It's so hot in this coach. You do not hear him? "Asher shuddered, staring Jean-Claude with suspicion. "I wonder why ..." umpteenth cold stare mate Jean-Claude began to puff. "Okay, but ... we could not do away with these looks and fucking fuck? It 'a parody of a fanfiction Morgana71! Morgana71 know? Already it is incomprehensible to me as we are not fucking right now! "" I was definitely agree. "Darcy nodded several times. Asher opened his mouth and then closed in a gesture of annoyance. "But I want to forget everything you did to me? And by the way we came? "" Indeed not. "Darcy said, completely ignored by the other two. "But it's been over a hundred years old cock! I do not know what I mean one hundred years, "Jean-Claude stopped to catch my breath because vampires do not need them, but when it takes it takes. "Anyway, we'll end up fucking in every case. Why not save us 170 pages of looks cold and do it now? " Darcy licked his lips, gazing with adoration before a vampire and then the other. "I reiterate my agreement?" "That's it! You are always the same you! Hurry to talk ... a century of abuse and want me to do a blind eye. And my needs? And my problems where we put them? "" I was just reminded of a very private spot in which to put them ... "muttered Jean-Claude. "Yes, okay, we get here?" Asher continued. Jean-Claude's hair began to levitate, the heat in the cab reached intolerable limits, the sexual tension was palpable. At least from Mr. Darcy. "No! We did not fuck! When we get there you'll see why the car will stop! You are not able to be yourself for five minutes? For five fucking minutes? "The eyes of Asher threw cold flashes. "But-" "Noooooo! We are not here! We're going to Far Far Away that is precisely loooong VERY FAR! If you get bored in my company enjoyed a single! You can always brooding, yet again, about all you have done. "Shouted Jean-Claude first locking themselves in the most absolute silence. "Yes, of course! Enjoyed a more! It 's a century that I entertain yourself if you want to know, except the rapes of course. If I had a little 'privacy would! "Jean-Claude laughed. "Privacy! I thought you and your privacy are two irreconcilable concepts "" Oh Oh! Now the little Jean-Claude knows the meaning of big words as a concept and irreconcilable! Your demon, your ardeur of menga grew a little and now I feel like a dick and a half, right? You can not help but flaunt like an old whore by two soldiers who sways her purse in the street, right? "" Gentlemen? "Timidly ventured Mr. Darcy. "But the stronger I am. ARE. ALWAYS. STATE. IO. "" If you say so ... " Whispered Jean-Claude performing in one of his irritantissime shrug accompanied by smug campaigns-campaigns. "Gentlemen?" "What the fuck do you want? It is quite ridiculous to talk about a wife who kills zombies as a source of pride? As if we had vampires for a human slave woman who called zombies ... "I called out angrily Asher. "Mon Dieu." Chuckled Jean-Claude. "I just can not imagine ..." Mr. Darcy coughed discreetly and then made a sign pointing to the window. "Well, I just wanted to say that now we have arrived." "Good!" Asher concluded the flight down from the carriage. "I will go in the stables to see if the air is breathable. "Mr. Darcy turned to the vampire remained undecided whether or not to seek guidance on quell'incresciosa situation. "Mr. Jean-Claude. It 'was my fault? Did I say something wrong? "" Do not Monsieur Darcy. "Said Jean-Claude with a half smile of satisfaction." It 's something between us. An old question. "" A Matter of land and money? "" Do not mon ami, in size. You know it is not? Always wins who has the biggest bird. "" Good. "Approve Mr. Darcy welcomed. Never before in those cases was true the old saying "the third has between two litigants." And he expected to enjoy very much.
roamed the lands of Asher by Darcy did not know him as. The estate of Far Far Away was very exciting: a visit to the Dojo Elisabeth was instructive, had sniffed tortillas, made at least ten laps on brucomela avoided like the plague and the Niagara: he had no intention of getting in costume! All this was useless unfortunately. Despite his hectic bump in activity after the other that not even Mr. Rossi in August in the holiday village, the demon of Jean-Claude had continued to call him with her soft voice, "A 'bbiondo! Nun me aspects ago mortacci your damn alli, "and he could not pretend nothing has happened. Bone pain, hot flashes, irritability and depression, mastodynia, memory loss, headache and sometimes spotting! All this said with a loud voice that he knew the guilty for a long time: the ardeur. The demon of Jean-Claude, in contrast to Belle, had always shown a liking to him and in his presence, took a particular form and not entirely unwelcome. Only a hundred years ago was a welcome guest and now all I wanted was an overdose of hormonal treatment and forget everything. Jean-Claude and Belle and their ardeur and Darcy and his wife and ... and ... what cock wanted to forget? Ebafanculo well as to loss of memory, he had forgotten ... just laughing and joking
still not realized, a couple of hours from dawn, they arrived in front of the manor. Accidentally sat on a tree that stood casually in front of the bedroom of Darcy and obviously had a room with a view! Coincidentally, the room was occupied. By Darcy, his wife and Jean-Claude, who certainly was passing by chance. It so happened that they were committed. A fuck of course. Asher curse in 960 languages \u200b\u200brandomness. Not by chance was a vampire caught.
At that point I might as well take advantage of the situation: Anality peasant had remained in Paris and Jean-Claude prey all'ardeur pro domo its genetically modified (chest hair, gold clasp, biceps and inflated speech from crossroads) was always a show. It was not worth beating about the bush, thought Asher. Then settled back on the branch outside the window, pulled up his sleeves and proceeded to lead something else.
Meanwhile, the married couple, unaware of what was happening a few feet away, was burning calories and brains in complex gymnastic choreography with Jean-Claude in a great sweep that, deservedly, he was making the bread by the sweat of parts a bit 'to the south of his brow.
Trapped between the two spouses, the lady and the gentleman in the back, he decided it was time to change position.
'A' bbello! How about if we change de place? "
" Why-Ah-Ah-Ah, Mr Jean-Claude-Ah-Ahhhhhhhhh? "
'A' asshole, because I say so! I do and I vojo blood test. C'avete a hollow der ass holes if you put the window there is there the eagles nest er! "
Elizabeth blushed. "Oh! Mr Jean-Claude, is so exciting! "
" I like dirty words to 'Dirty? "
A voice in ecstasy filled the room like an echo. "Sìììììììììììì, ahhhhhhhhh, cosììììììììììììììì, do not stop! "
'And' she was talking about Mr Jean-Claude?" asked Mr. Darcy.
Cor cock! "Jean-Claude grinned. "I 'is the voice I know ..." The vampire
got up and went to the window, obscured by a thick layer of condensate, wrote idiot who reads and then opened it.
"Asher" said giving himself a vigorous scratching the package. "What are you doing here?"
The other sucked most of the drool running down his chin, while remaining attractive, before managing to stammer. "Um ... I spent by any chance? "
Jean-Claude raised an arm toward the window, eyes of blue fire, the hair swaying in the wind of its magic power. It belched. "Anvieni from me. AO "
" No, I can not. "He clenched his fists Asher.
"What thou hast, er disabbitato skull?" Jean-Claude replied, looking down and drawing attention to his private niches. "He loved, 'on' if scureggia nun's bean!"
The other was nearly crying, in the grip of a real crisis of conscience. "Nooooo, not possoooo"
"I'll take it, and you open yourself pijo in two like an apple." Insinuating that went on. Asher stood out
a triple somersault with pike tightening even as Alitalia landing at Punta Raisi. "Fuck the conscience!"
Jean-Claude's face broke into a smile of pure joy. "It's about time!" He whispered, taking one for the hair and slamming it on the bed along with two other unceremoniously. "Who is the strongest now?" Shouted in his ear while tearing off her clothes. "Who is the most macho among us er?" He continued to rant in front of the other two, which are increasingly under the influence dell'ardeur, enthusiastically assist the protagonist and the guest star.
"Oh baby how I love when Jean ... do the hard ... "cooed Asher jujube in stock.
"And thou hast yet to taste 'or sventrapapere! Strength loved! Scardiamoci muscles! You co 'the Dirty and I co' 'I'm spaccacojoni asshole! "
" In stuprotandem like old times? "
" Too gggiusto! Let's get down! "
Like a vampire pornomoviola the two took their spouses and astonished if they score, you knock on the mattress, of course orgy size, unceremoniously.
The moans, the screams and orgasms multiple mono and soon reached the seventh grade on the Richter scale disruption of the servants, horses, and be equipped with any hormones throughout region, including islands.
But a peak in the fall of pheromones, Jean-Claude was thinking about the grocery list, your grip on the human mind to Elisabeth loosened. The young woman blinked, he burned and he found himself in front of the profile of Asher. The wrong one.
"Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" cried the Vampire, and rejecting grasping move smoothly with the katana under my pillow. "One zombieeeeeeeeeeeeee! It must also be veloceeeeeeeee "
Asher opened his arms and frowned. "As hard and fast as I can!" Au revoir
Parody of No rest for the wicked of Morgana71 written together to Ricciolineri . There is profit. The names of some characters belong to Laurell Hamilton. These environments belong to various Whitewolf. The original characters belong to Morgana. 
Summary of previous episodes: the last party Belle Jean-Claude has known his tenure, Mr. Darcy, and she fought for the umpteenth time with Asher that But he's witnessed his everlasting ammmore secured an exclusive rape. So, ready for the trip ...
Soundtrack: Burning Love by Elvis
Mr. Darcy Asher and Jean Claude was talking with a pleasant conversation. Accommodated between the two vampires in the four-seater car that was carrying them to his residence, his cheeks flushed and short of breath, the air with excitement and fun. Not the same could be said of his guests. "... And you need to know that my wife Elisabeth is the boldest hunter of zombies all over the UK, knighted by the Queen in person for his indisputable merits," "really commendable on his part." Snorted Asher looking out the window. "I can not wait to meet Mr. Darcy." Replied the other gently squeezing Asher repeatedly to the eye to see it back to the most elementary rules of courtesy. Darcy was completely unaware of each reaction that was not his own. And it was intensely focused in his underwear. "And you can not wait to meet you. Heaven! I can not believe my luck. I'm sitting between Jean-Claude and Asher, the famous lieutenants Bellemorte! The 47 survivors of the Inquisition! "The survivor blonde grind their teeth. "Yeah. Just a fortune. "" So Asher should be glad the appreciation that pays you Monsieur Darcy. Do not you always complaining that no one wants you? "" In Gentlemen, I tell you the truth I had no idea that behind so much horrible aspect, I do not want Mr. Asher, a famous character was concealed. And so sexy too! What priceless coincidence! "" Truly priceless! "Said Asher turned to Darcy and securing it with a cold stare that even half a degree does not cool the hot nobil'uomo spirits. "Uh ... and if we talk about the weather?" He tried to change the subject, Jean-Claude. "I find it unbearably humid?" "My dear, I love things wet, make it extremely desirable to sit in the warmth ..." chirped Mr. Darcy plunging his hands in the warmest places that had at its disposal: the slings of his traveling companions. Asher stood up abruptly, banging his head against the roof of the carriage. "I think Monsieur Darcy fact that I'm going to sit outside next to the coachman," Jean-Claude closed his eyes and bowed his head sadly, preparing for the worst. "Mr. Asher" I asked Darcy. "If with my dubious conduct I have been troubled in any way please excuse me. They are generally able to control my baser instincts at least as long as courtesy and public decency require it. "The other looked at him in silence. Then he sat down again. "Maybe." "E ' you are so fichiiiiiiiiiiiiii! Squeeeeeeeeeee "shrieked Darcy rubbing his hands. "Well." Asher replied with a grin while Jean-Claude began to whistle. Darcy loosened his tie. "It's so hot in this coach. You do not hear him? "Asher shuddered, staring Jean-Claude with suspicion. "I wonder why ..." umpteenth cold stare mate Jean-Claude began to puff. "Okay, but ... we could not do away with these looks and fucking fuck? It 'a parody of a fanfiction Morgana71! Morgana71 know? Already it is incomprehensible to me as we are not fucking right now! "" I was definitely agree. "Darcy nodded several times. Asher opened his mouth and then closed in a gesture of annoyance. "But I want to forget everything you did to me? And by the way we came? "" Indeed not. "Darcy said, completely ignored by the other two. "But it's been over a hundred years old cock! I do not know what I mean one hundred years, "Jean-Claude stopped to catch my breath because vampires do not need them, but when it takes it takes. "Anyway, we'll end up fucking in every case. Why not save us 170 pages of looks cold and do it now? " Darcy licked his lips, gazing with adoration before a vampire and then the other. "I reiterate my agreement?" "That's it! You are always the same you! Hurry to talk ... a century of abuse and want me to do a blind eye. And my needs? And my problems where we put them? "" I was just reminded of a very private spot in which to put them ... "muttered Jean-Claude. "Yes, okay, we get here?" Asher continued. Jean-Claude's hair began to levitate, the heat in the cab reached intolerable limits, the sexual tension was palpable. At least from Mr. Darcy. "No! We did not fuck! When we get there you'll see why the car will stop! You are not able to be yourself for five minutes? For five fucking minutes? "The eyes of Asher threw cold flashes. "But-" "Noooooo! We are not here! We're going to Far Far Away that is precisely loooong VERY FAR! If you get bored in my company enjoyed a single! You can always brooding, yet again, about all you have done. "Shouted Jean-Claude first locking themselves in the most absolute silence. "Yes, of course! Enjoyed a more! It 's a century that I entertain yourself if you want to know, except the rapes of course. If I had a little 'privacy would! "Jean-Claude laughed. "Privacy! I thought you and your privacy are two irreconcilable concepts "" Oh Oh! Now the little Jean-Claude knows the meaning of big words as a concept and irreconcilable! Your demon, your ardeur of menga grew a little and now I feel like a dick and a half, right? You can not help but flaunt like an old whore by two soldiers who sways her purse in the street, right? "" Gentlemen? "Timidly ventured Mr. Darcy. "But the stronger I am. ARE. ALWAYS. STATE. IO. "" If you say so ... " Whispered Jean-Claude performing in one of his irritantissime shrug accompanied by smug campaigns-campaigns. "Gentlemen?" "What the fuck do you want? It is quite ridiculous to talk about a wife who kills zombies as a source of pride? As if we had vampires for a human slave woman who called zombies ... "I called out angrily Asher. "Mon Dieu." Chuckled Jean-Claude. "I just can not imagine ..." Mr. Darcy coughed discreetly and then made a sign pointing to the window. "Well, I just wanted to say that now we have arrived." "Good!" Asher concluded the flight down from the carriage. "I will go in the stables to see if the air is breathable. "Mr. Darcy turned to the vampire remained undecided whether or not to seek guidance on quell'incresciosa situation. "Mr. Jean-Claude. It 'was my fault? Did I say something wrong? "" Do not Monsieur Darcy. "Said Jean-Claude with a half smile of satisfaction." It 's something between us. An old question. "" A Matter of land and money? "" Do not mon ami, in size. You know it is not? Always wins who has the biggest bird. "" Good. "Approve Mr. Darcy welcomed. Never before in those cases was true the old saying "the third has between two litigants." And he expected to enjoy very much.
roamed the lands of Asher by Darcy did not know him as. The estate of Far Far Away was very exciting: a visit to the Dojo Elisabeth was instructive, had sniffed tortillas, made at least ten laps on brucomela avoided like the plague and the Niagara: he had no intention of getting in costume! All this was useless unfortunately. Despite his hectic bump in activity after the other that not even Mr. Rossi in August in the holiday village, the demon of Jean-Claude had continued to call him with her soft voice, "A 'bbiondo! Nun me aspects ago mortacci your damn alli, "and he could not pretend nothing has happened. Bone pain, hot flashes, irritability and depression, mastodynia, memory loss, headache and sometimes spotting! All this said with a loud voice that he knew the guilty for a long time: the ardeur. The demon of Jean-Claude, in contrast to Belle, had always shown a liking to him and in his presence, took a particular form and not entirely unwelcome. Only a hundred years ago was a welcome guest and now all I wanted was an overdose of hormonal treatment and forget everything. Jean-Claude and Belle and their ardeur and Darcy and his wife and ... and ... what cock wanted to forget? Ebafanculo well as to loss of memory, he had forgotten ... just laughing and joking
still not realized, a couple of hours from dawn, they arrived in front of the manor. Accidentally sat on a tree that stood casually in front of the bedroom of Darcy and obviously had a room with a view! Coincidentally, the room was occupied. By Darcy, his wife and Jean-Claude, who certainly was passing by chance. It so happened that they were committed. A fuck of course. Asher curse in 960 languages \u200b\u200brandomness. Not by chance was a vampire caught.
At that point I might as well take advantage of the situation: Anality peasant had remained in Paris and Jean-Claude prey all'ardeur pro domo its genetically modified (chest hair, gold clasp, biceps and inflated speech from crossroads) was always a show. It was not worth beating about the bush, thought Asher. Then settled back on the branch outside the window, pulled up his sleeves and proceeded to lead something else.
Meanwhile, the married couple, unaware of what was happening a few feet away, was burning calories and brains in complex gymnastic choreography with Jean-Claude in a great sweep that, deservedly, he was making the bread by the sweat of parts a bit 'to the south of his brow.
Trapped between the two spouses, the lady and the gentleman in the back, he decided it was time to change position.
'A' bbello! How about if we change de place? "
" Why-Ah-Ah-Ah, Mr Jean-Claude-Ah-Ahhhhhhhhh? "
'A' asshole, because I say so! I do and I vojo blood test. C'avete a hollow der ass holes if you put the window there is there the eagles nest er! "
Elizabeth blushed. "Oh! Mr Jean-Claude, is so exciting! "
" I like dirty words to 'Dirty? "
A voice in ecstasy filled the room like an echo. "Sìììììììììììì, ahhhhhhhhh, cosììììììììììììììì, do not stop! "
'And' she was talking about Mr Jean-Claude?" asked Mr. Darcy.
Cor cock! "Jean-Claude grinned. "I 'is the voice I know ..." The vampire
got up and went to the window, obscured by a thick layer of condensate, wrote idiot who reads and then opened it.
"Asher" said giving himself a vigorous scratching the package. "What are you doing here?"
The other sucked most of the drool running down his chin, while remaining attractive, before managing to stammer. "Um ... I spent by any chance? "
Jean-Claude raised an arm toward the window, eyes of blue fire, the hair swaying in the wind of its magic power. It belched. "Anvieni from me. AO "
" No, I can not. "He clenched his fists Asher.
"What thou hast, er disabbitato skull?" Jean-Claude replied, looking down and drawing attention to his private niches. "He loved, 'on' if scureggia nun's bean!"
The other was nearly crying, in the grip of a real crisis of conscience. "Nooooo, not possoooo"
"I'll take it, and you open yourself pijo in two like an apple." Insinuating that went on. Asher stood out
a triple somersault with pike tightening even as Alitalia landing at Punta Raisi. "Fuck the conscience!"
Jean-Claude's face broke into a smile of pure joy. "It's about time!" He whispered, taking one for the hair and slamming it on the bed along with two other unceremoniously. "Who is the strongest now?" Shouted in his ear while tearing off her clothes. "Who is the most macho among us er?" He continued to rant in front of the other two, which are increasingly under the influence dell'ardeur, enthusiastically assist the protagonist and the guest star.
"Oh baby how I love when Jean ... do the hard ... "cooed Asher jujube in stock.
"And thou hast yet to taste 'or sventrapapere! Strength loved! Scardiamoci muscles! You co 'the Dirty and I co' 'I'm spaccacojoni asshole! "
" In stuprotandem like old times? "
" Too gggiusto! Let's get down! "
Like a vampire pornomoviola the two took their spouses and astonished if they score, you knock on the mattress, of course orgy size, unceremoniously.
The moans, the screams and orgasms multiple mono and soon reached the seventh grade on the Richter scale disruption of the servants, horses, and be equipped with any hormones throughout region, including islands.
But a peak in the fall of pheromones, Jean-Claude was thinking about the grocery list, your grip on the human mind to Elisabeth loosened. The young woman blinked, he burned and he found himself in front of the profile of Asher. The wrong one.
"Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" cried the Vampire, and rejecting grasping move smoothly with the katana under my pillow. "One zombieeeeeeeeeeeeee! It must also be veloceeeeeeeee "
Asher opened his arms and frowned. "As hard and fast as I can!" Au revoir
Parody of No rest for the wicked of Morgana71 written together to Ricciolineri . There is profit. The names of some characters belong to Laurell Hamilton. These environments belong to various Whitewolf. The original characters belong to Morgana.
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