They are naked, twisted, tortured and discoloured. xvideo I am led to the centre of the room where a huge table stands. It seems we are in some fine old house. I lick it all over, working my tongue upon it in circles, making it as wet with my sweet juices as I can. I am then barraged with questions,
“- We saw the minions flee in terror, did you summon a demon to defeat them?”
“-I prayed to the goddess Khemnaia to deliver us, are you the goddess?”
“Silence! I am the fire! “Red blood, salt tears and hot sweat”, as we say in Mentrassanae, “are all a warrior sheds.”
“You have shed all three.” I gently lick the tears from his cheeks and his salt becomes one with mine.
