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.
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