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Though, one has an injury that will long outlast this day.” Lysera said, tone professional. Tryi idly ran her hand up her possessions inner thigh, squeezing softly as she did, japanese eliciting a little moan from her toy, “I saw. She will struggle to overcome this.” “It will be difficult and dangerous. But such environments can breed strong warriors.” Tryi nodded once in agreement and they both stood for a moment, watching as the marine pinned up against the wall gasped and moaned at every thrust, her arms draped weakly over the Isiri’s bulky shoulders, her legs wrapped around the strong gyrating waist, her cheeks flushed with colour. “When will you hunt?” Tryi asked at length. “Some time still yet. I must eat and prepare first. What of you?” Lysera responded, another smile gracing her full lips. Tryi peered around and raised her eyebrows, “I’m looking for the White One. I want to see if any of the human men can share blood with this one, restore some of her fight.” “Ha! I had not thought to do that, she was tending to your wounded Fourths last I saw her. Good luck Tryi.” Lysera smirked, nodding once. Tryi returned both the smirk and nod before stretching up tall and casting her eyes around, walking off in search of the White One. Lysera stood for a moment longer, admiring the way the marine had lost all control of the noises she made, each grunt and whimper as much shocked, forced pleasure as it was pain and fear. It was a good job she was enjoying it on some level Lysera mused, noting the many, many waiting Isiri. She didn’t so much as spare the spit-roasted redhead another glance as she turned from the scene, preferring instead to keep the image of that marine, broken and taken, in the forefront of her mind. It would serve to motivate her in the coming hunt. Food was easy to come by and Lysera tended to it first, eating a combination of Isiri war rations and something local that had been roasted over a spit. The Isiri had been wary at first of the many-legged reptiles, but upon discovering just how delicious and nutritious all those legs were they had come to be a good sport for the Lessers to track and kill. The asian preparations for the hunt, however, would take Lysera a little more time. They were by no means necessary, with many hunts requiring immediate attention with little or no time for preparation, but they helped to calm and focus her mind. She retired to a makeshift tent that had been erected against the cliff face and felt herself relax as she stepped into it, knowing the processes that were to come and readying herself mentally. The preparations were an exercise in patience and Lysera started by finally seeing to removing her battle blowjob armour. The armour was tough and flexible, strong and well fitted, but as with any Isiri she had hungered facial to be rid of its coverings from the instant she had encased herself in it. Untying straps and ties occupied her mind for a few minutes as she struggled to complete the nimble task with her thick fingers, but as she did heavy metallic pieces started to fall away from her body one at a time, landing with a too heavy thump in the still sand around her feet. As she continued her efforts alloy plates were stripped away to reveal more and more of her scarlet body, her muscles perfectly defined and only occasionally marred with slightly paler lines, each scar a lesson she had learned through blood spent. As the last of her armour fell to the threesome ground, leaving her entirely nude she squatted down by a container, her heavy cock almost touching the ground as she reached in and drew out a palm-sized device that she slipped over the fingers of one hand. Activating the device with a click it began to emit a soft hum and a bright blue light spilt forth. Slowly and with meticulous deliberation she began to run the light over every inch of her body, meticulous and practised. As the passage of blue light across her skin cleaned and more importantly, removed her natural scent, she let her body continue its task on autopilot, her eyes drifting shut as she began her mental exercises. She would make an excellent Sherry, except her threesome tits were much bigger. The latrine had five shower facial stalls that were door less, five enclosed toilet stalls and five urinals asian with a divider between them for privacy. “That looks like it feels so good.” “Maybe.” Let’s just get through rehearsal,” I said as I turned to my books. As she lay there alone the events of earlier slowly filled her mind and she realized she probably hurt the first man to ever treat her with respect. "Agreed." I turned round to see Karen pulling a blue paintbrush from japanese between my legs. “I…” I interrupted loudly, holding up blowjob a hand. Maria asked.