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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