- Come indian on Lissa, don't make it harder, I don't want to hurt you, but if I'm forced, I'll do it for our own good. - No! Let me go! Damn tamil spit-fire lizard! Those words were the limit of Kraurem's couple patience. - If that's how you want it. (angry) Kraurem went in village search of some big chains punjabi and took Lissa by force to another room in the castle, one with an incredibly large bed. - Welcome to our lair Lissa. (Throwing her into the big bed) - You'll stay here with me forever (chaining her to the bed with the heavy chain) - Stop Kraurem, please! I beg you! (pleadding) Kraurem: Excuse me Lissa, but you forced me to do this. It's your fault collage for being so perfect... His power over the two went much further than the extreme obedience or sexual responses he could command over others; the husks were physical extensions of his magic. "YOU THINK I WANT TO USE AND HURT THOSE I LOVE?" Suddenly the darkness expands covering everything within 20 yards or so. The last elf mercifully gurgled his death scream, and the orcs cheered. I smiled, got a little wet rush, kissed couple him then thanked him for being so thoughtful. It’s crazy! They were still kissing indian too, with her head sharply turned to allow him collage tongue access. Your mother said you were smart. We tamil stayed punjabi like this for a few minutes before I looked down village at my legs and realised he had orgasmed too. "And you won't believe what I did. “Master, wait, I… oh… uh… ah… AAAAAAH!” My head flung back, my hair whipping in arc, my eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.