Day.I need to unwind men, any volunteers?
"You're kidding me, right?" I gaped at the structure in front of us.
We were working our way to the kitchen, when it finally dawned on me that I wasn't going to try to get Regomar to barter away the rest of his soul.
"I'm not going to."
Now this was my idea of fun. "Damn Prince, you blow shit up real well."
"Now where were we?"
Prince Regomar and I were fairly matched. We fought our way, back and forth across the room, each one of us landing some good blows, but neither one of us doing any serious damage.
"That should keep you out of trouble while I'm occupied."
And got to see him use his razor whip on another one of those horned dudes.
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It was time to start plotting. Time to figure out how I was going to convince this man he needed more power.
Regomar brought more and more of his power into play. I was losing the ability to think, what with his body heating, his fire dancing over my skin, leaving a trail of arousal in its path.
"Pussy first, then ass," he rasped before biting my shoulder. Then he started to thrust; deep powerful strokes that shot me straight to the edge and kept me there.
Not the after dinner entertainment I'd planned on. I leaned against a pile of rocks while Regomar engaged some funky armored dude.
The Devil hadn't told me what type of powers he'd already bestowed upon the guy, so I frankly stared at him while he seated himself on his throne.
Then his entire body burst into flames.
My first glimpse of the gloomy landscape, the aging structure, and I felt like I was coming home.
Worse, when I entered the building I immediately came upon a darkly compelling male, standing over a bloody kill.
"Bwahahaha! My neice can never stop me!!!"
Finished with that fucked up mission, I was glad to leave the island behind. It would be a long time before I accepted another assignment from Big Dog.
"Fucking Santa Claus? That's really inconspicuous."
"Freeze baby."
"So what are you going to do with all that ... meat in my kitchen?"
"TONIGHT I DINE IN HELL!"
"You do know we're supposed to be discrete about this operation?" Shit, the squirreleonidases made a racket standing still.
"Come on you freakish mutant, we've got work to do." The head squirrel leapt onto uncle Festus' head.