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Sounds kind of lame, of course I entered the next room and went down on my knees in the largest pool of blood I could find. The demon inside the sword does obviously delight in me degrading myself and doing stuff like using sex to break marriages. On the other hand the sword also does absorb blood. Maybe I am the first person cursed by sword to realize the potential of serving both cravings at the same time. I started to feed the dildo into my cunt. It takes practice to do this since both the sword blade and the handle is huge, and sitting down on the ground means there is little space for the sword. I have discovered that by leaning backwards I can get the just the right angle to satisfy my sexual urges in the best possible ways while the tip of the sword rest in a pool of blood. Moaning deeply I took more and more of the dildo shaped handle inside me. If I pressed the full length inside the sword would transform into the magical cock, but I actually decided against it. For the moment I wanted the sword to feed on the blood and that would be kind of hard if the cock transformed. No way that I would degrade myself by start humping the floor. When the sword enters a female cunt the dildo amateur actually turns animated. Working your inside feels like if you have a score of fingers working together there. The only thing reminding me that it was demonic dildo giving me pleasure was the coldness of the metal. It felt wickedly good. You wonder if voyeur was afraid of sword’s transformation after been exposed for it so long...nah...I was just satisfied at having the perfect magic dildo inside me without getting distracted by a magic cock. I don’t know how long it took the sword to swallow all blood there. I had come twice by the time Elenore returned and by then the blood around me had been drained. There was of course plenty of more blood strains all over the place in other places, the sword could only absorb the blood it actually touches. Elenore reported all had went rather well. After some searching she had found the coins, the sheet for the sword and actual female clothes that fit us. They had taken quite many caravans before ours and lucky for us one had carried female clothes the robbers had not been able to sell. It was linen clothes not really suited for long travel in the autumn, but at least it was tunics and trousers. Narrow skirts might look great on the dance floor but they sucks while traveling. There was no fitting armor, but that was expected. Armor that fit my curvy female form is rather rare. The idea of me turning up in front of the merchant with the sword that I was supposed to have dumped before the toll station did not seem very smart. Elenore had told the merchant and the sellsword that the bandits had killed each other over who to get to rape next. The ploy that the bandits had killed each other would of course not work for long. When they saw the carnage inside the cottage they would start to suspect things and it was of course also the question asian how the final bandit had died. I doubted the merchant really believed japanese I was a real sellsword and if unlucky they would suspect I have summoned a demon or something similar. Far too close to the truth and my best idea was to slip away and hope the merchant did not dare to talk about what had happened. I had considered getting rid of the bodies, but my thank you ceremony with the sword had taken longer time than expected so we were out of time. Besides I did not have the time to let the sword absorb all the other blood public stains so removing the bodies could as best buy us time. The broken furniture would also be a giveaway about the kind of violent combat that had happened in the cottage. Me and Elenore slipping away without asking for payment for killing the bandits would no doubt be sure proof of some kind of deception, so why take the trouble to hide the corpses in the first place? I could just hope they would not dare to say anything. Talking about me and my sword might give them some money short term but it could also make them end in jail. After all it was due to merchant Rode's caravan that I made me able to move secretly into the Netter's Coast district in the first place. James Rode might not be so keen to talk about us if he was smart. It was time for me to resume my quest to murder Carmen Elisa. Her statement got a chorus of chuckles and laughter from the sisters and did much to ease the tension that had japanese been building in the room. Laura had crept out of the bedroom, gone to the computer room, bared her tits to the computer's camera, and then checked her email. “You always make me wet, PLATO,” she replied. 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