Its clawed desi fingers caressed Shelly’s blade, its other hand gripped her hilt hard enough to crush bone. “Oh, I recognize you, pretty one,” its voice spoke English, though it was a bit rough, and slurred by its mandibles. Fear coursed through Shelly, making her shiver despite her best efforts to hold still. The creature felt it, though, and cackled. “Yes… My queen will appreciate you as a gift.” If Shelly were in her human form, she knew she would have been sweating. This wasn’t good. Either the Myrmidon knew who she was and was handing her over to some queen she didn’t even know about, or this creature recognized her form as the sword, Murasame. Either way, she was in worse trouble now than she was a few moments ago. If she could somehow twist in its hands and cut it, Shelly might be able to escape. Her magic in this form was deadly, even at a scratch, though it was also dangerous for her. She still recalled all ass too well the effect it’d had on Jessica, and the aftermath of that situation. She didn’t think that being overwhelmed with lust while in these tunnels would end well for asshole her. If only there were some way she could get free. She needed to be left alone long enough to touch something else, and then change into that. Something less conspicuous. But she had to be in her normal form before she could to that. If only there were some way to get this monster to leave her somewhere, or…. A terrible idea occurred to her. Before she had a chance to think of how bad it was, she spoke. “Why give me to your queen, when you could take her out?” Shelly caused her surface Bhabhi to vibrate, creating her voice. “With me in your hands, you could rule. You could be all powerful.” Startled, the thing dropped her to the floor. Hitting the ground wasn’t as bad as being hornylily flung against the wall, but it still hurt. “No…” it hissed at her. “I will not. You will strengthen the queen. You will help her defeat her enemies.” Without another word, it picked her up and walked faster. “I could make you stronger,” Shelly tried indian again. “No,” it replied, and banged her blade against the rock floor, leaving a deep gouge. There was almost nothing she couldn’t cut in this form. “Why be a slave, when you could be a master?” she pressed. “No,” it repeated itself with another harsh slash against the floor. Shelly realized that her plan was a failure, and kept quiet. She slowly resumed eating, the tension fading with each bite. Oh yes. “In a bit you’ll see why.” Carson retorted. “PUNY CUNT HAVE BIG MOUTH. She let out a loud guttural sigh and convulsions desi ripped through her body. (An Bhabhi Incestuous Harem Story) Leaving her curvy legs for view. Meanwhile, I kept thrusting into Irina’s mouth. Opal came violently, hornylily wrenching this way and that, tears welling in ass her eyes. “Yeah, it just started getting a little asshole too intense a little too fast.” Imogene engulfed my dick. I indian shook my head. He let out a long and deep groan in pleasure as he enjoyed the feeling of my throat massaging the top of his now rock-hard cock. Only minutes ago we were laughing together. He kept telling me how I was his good girl, and how proud he was of me. I loved it when Grandpa and I had cuddles like this.