Annisthyrienne
Drive-by mischief maker
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He cast a longing look over his shoulder at the still form in the cell. What would it be like? The way she was made 'down there'; it had to feel different. There must have been a reason why they made her that way. Was it tighter? Was it somehow more pleasurable? Or did they just do it so it would hurt her whenever someone fucked her? Somehow he found that thought even more appealing. But one thing he knew, he had to have her, at least once, before it was too late. He might never get another chance at a cunt like that one.
It was the third day of the three that the mercenary warrior had been given to rid the canon of the drow patrol. If he was successful, he might return soon, but there had been no news so far, and no man could take on a dozen drow warriors all by himself. He wasn't coming back. And when the warden realized that, the drow would be turned over to the raiders. What a waste. He had to act soon. And the little drow might be waking up at any time.
Surreptitiously, he glanced up and down the corridor, making sure it was empty before turning and inserting the key in the lock of the cell door.
It was the third day of the three that the mercenary warrior had been given to rid the canon of the drow patrol. If he was successful, he might return soon, but there had been no news so far, and no man could take on a dozen drow warriors all by himself. He wasn't coming back. And when the warden realized that, the drow would be turned over to the raiders. What a waste. He had to act soon. And the little drow might be waking up at any time.
Surreptitiously, he glanced up and down the corridor, making sure it was empty before turning and inserting the key in the lock of the cell door.