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All of the unmarried warriors of the city attended to the annual tournament, jousting, fighting in their heavy armor and ultimately, showing off. Among the spectators, a dozen maidens sitting on wooden bleachers set apart from the others, young, naïve, easily impressed, and most importantly: fertile, ovulating. They were but prize. It was not them that the knights had to impress, but their families, their noble fathers. An imposing figure removed his helmet, revealing a bearded, flushed face traversed by a scowl. The stranger bowed, grabbing Helen’s gentle, pale hand in his calloused paw, kissing it unceremoniously. The brute bent on her hand was definitely not the gentleman she was hoping for. How could her father let this happen? Helen, distressed, suppressed a whimper. Helen’s whimpering, turned into ecstatic screams, as soon as the thrusts between her thighs became more pronounced, sharper. 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In the dim light that filtered inside of the tent, his satisfied smile was barely noticeable as he starred in the eyes of the flustered girl. The knight closed his eyes in contemplation of the holiness of the deed he had just performed. They both could almost feel the potent semen aggressively racing for the egg, ready to assault it, fertilize it. A sperm could seize her womb, make her swell with his child, his heir. With a wet suction noise, the warrior pulled out from the intoxicatingly soft, warm, welcoming flesh of his female, standing up with a strained grunt and clumsily putting on a pair of slacks. He walked outside of the tent without turning back, so Helen immediately grabbed the pelt she was laying on top of, shielding her naked, sensual frame, blinded by a flash of sunset light, while the crowd outside cheered, finally able to celebrate. General Frank Muster, fit the bill completely. “While.” I lamely answered. I impaled my sloppy cunt on her girl-dick, moaning in delight. 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