04-04-2009, 03:43 PM
Elva was laying quite limply within the chest, gasping silently for air. "Mis...tress..." She groaned as fresh air poured in. She reached up weakly with her hand to see if Mai would help her out of the box, though of she did not then she would try to breath enough to stand once more and do it herself.
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(Well...Hunter is going to be asking him right? So I suppose it should be me, otherwise its you talking to yourself.)
Grace leaned her head into Hunter's hand and nuzzled it lightly, one of the few signs of affection she could still produce. The baby began to stir in her sleep and Grace's hand slowly drifted to the edge of the crib where she started to rock the baby back and forth once more. "Hunter...my people...how many are left?" She whispered dully, the sound more akin to the sound an inanimate object would make rather than on a human made. As far as the count went, the remaining Angelo had dropped from the original twenty thousand to only about three thousand, the losses were disgustingly high as innocent Angelo slaves were hanged, burned at the stake or stoned to death by angry Saxons. The nation had grown restless now under its own killing and now slaves were lacking, they needed more! Again, the Franks were weak from the Brittanian struggle, and it seemed dutiful as a Saxon war leader, to liberate them of their freedoms and place them under the "care" of better masters. Hopefully they would last longer than the poor peaceful Angelo.
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Alexander's hands moved forward and began to thumb and play with Neko's breasts as he continued to kiss and lick her body, avoiding her pussy purposely, but just barely. "But Neko was naughty, that means I have to punish you." He said teasingly as he kissed both sides of her thighs, just barely tickling her pussy.
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(Well...Hunter is going to be asking him right? So I suppose it should be me, otherwise its you talking to yourself.)
Grace leaned her head into Hunter's hand and nuzzled it lightly, one of the few signs of affection she could still produce. The baby began to stir in her sleep and Grace's hand slowly drifted to the edge of the crib where she started to rock the baby back and forth once more. "Hunter...my people...how many are left?" She whispered dully, the sound more akin to the sound an inanimate object would make rather than on a human made. As far as the count went, the remaining Angelo had dropped from the original twenty thousand to only about three thousand, the losses were disgustingly high as innocent Angelo slaves were hanged, burned at the stake or stoned to death by angry Saxons. The nation had grown restless now under its own killing and now slaves were lacking, they needed more! Again, the Franks were weak from the Brittanian struggle, and it seemed dutiful as a Saxon war leader, to liberate them of their freedoms and place them under the "care" of better masters. Hopefully they would last longer than the poor peaceful Angelo.
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Alexander's hands moved forward and began to thumb and play with Neko's breasts as he continued to kiss and lick her body, avoiding her pussy purposely, but just barely. "But Neko was naughty, that means I have to punish you." He said teasingly as he kissed both sides of her thighs, just barely tickling her pussy.
