“NO, Loni!” Alena cried
. The child mewled in agony, hands flapping at the sword sticking out of her belly. Even if Aarik had seen it, he wouldn’t have known what it meant; for Aarik was too young to remember the Great Wars—when clan fought clan and berserkers were truth instead of legend
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“NO, Loni!” Alena cried
. The child mewled in agony, hands flapping at the sword sticking out of her belly. Even if Aarik had seen it, he wouldn’t have known what it meant; for Aarik was too young to remember the Great Wars—when clan fought clan and berserkers were truth instead of legend
. . Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article
“NO, Loni!” Alena cried
. The child mewled in agony, hands flapping at the sword sticking out of her belly. Even if Aarik had seen it, he wouldn’t have known what it meant; for Aarik was too young to remember the Great Wars—when clan fought clan and berserkers were truth instead of legend
. . Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article
Deep Anal Stretch