05
Apr
17

Chills

Taming the beast

 

It had been fucking hot  ..  baking all day.  Bad tempers flying  ..  packing up camp in the heat.  By the time it came to taking leave of the whores, they hardly had the strength to get it up.  Knackered.  But there were soldiers.  Parthians.  Every man rose to the challenge.  Giving those women something to remember them by.

And  ..  typical  ..  that fucking prince  ..  did what all those stuck-up nobles did  ..  lounged around all day, doing nothing  ……

 

 

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