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.Rahendo let himself be handled with a happy,contended grin on his face.At that moment Arranulf came out of the tower.He crossed hisarms and looked smilingly at the reunion.When Obyann in his turnexited the tower, the young duke nudged him and pointed at the littlegroup. By all the Gods, Obyann exclaimed, don t just stand there,Landemere.Don t you see that our boy is being mauled by a bunchof crazy women? Those crazy women are his sisters, you ll find, Arranulf said,still smiling. Oh, Gods, the poor guy.No wonder he is all weird, Obyannsnorted. Look how they are manhandling him.Why don t they justcastrate him and have done with it? Don t they have dolls to playwith? 326 Andrew AshlingAt that moment a fourth girl came through the gateway.She hadshort hair, in a wild cut with choppy bangs.She wore pants and tookgreat care to take broad, manly steps.Her face seemed to feature anaturally disdainful, sneering expression.Chrom, still smarting from his encounter with the first threeEldorn girls, took a determined step in her direction. Halt, young lady, where do you think Suck my dick, Chulonda snarled. And who are you callingyoung lady, asswipe? Hey, that s no language Yeah, yeah, keep your unmentionables on, mother goose, I mjust passing, not raping you in the ass. Without giving him a second look, or in any way changing herlaid-back pace, she walked by him.Chrom felt Fraydir s stare burningin his back.When Chulonda reached the little group, she shoved a futilelyprotesting Tyrenda out of the way and poked Rahendo with herelbow in the ribs.Rahendo made a grimace, but kept on grinningundauntedly. Hey there, Ferret, you little pervert, she smirked affectionately, found many a sheath for your colossal, oversized sword, did you?Must be paradise here for you, what with all those wussy boysaround.I bet you re getting some.Yeah, I d wager a lot you re gettingplenty. She smiled broadly at him with obvious pride. I would have thought you would have stunk harder by now, she added, as if she wanted to temper her all too blatant enthusiasmwith seeing her kid brother. Are your bunk mates, or should I call Bonds of Fear 327them fuck buddies, around? There, on the stairs of the tower, Londo, but technically they renot Yeah, yeah, don t butt fuck me like a fat pink pony, Ferret.Youcrept into bed with one of them and now you re trying to tell me thatshit all happened? Don t juggle my balls, little bro, she grinned. Ithink I m going to say hello and find out what s what for myself, sheadded. Oh, Londo, no, I really, really wish you wouldn t, or if you must,please, behave, will you? Rahendo whimpered, his dark moodsuddenly back in full effect.Chulonda winked at him. Am I not always the very model of a sophisticated, soft spokenlady? With that she turned around and walked sluggishly over to thetower.When she set her first foot on the stairs, Arranulf greeted herwith a charming smile. You must be Chulonda.Rahendo told us so much about you, hesaid pleasantly. All lies, no doubt.And call me Londo, boy. Londo? That s a guy s name, Obyann said indignantly. So? Who died and made you lord of first names all of a sudden?Wait, wait, that surly look on your face and that greasy animal thatdied on your head& Ha.You must be Obie-Wobie, the one who letlittle Ferret sleep with him during that stormy night. She gave him a radiant smile, managing to make it somehow intoan obscene leer. First of all, young lady, I don t let thieving weasels that reek of 328 Andrew Ashlingurine sleep in my bed and second my name is Obie& damn it, I meanObyann. Chulonda grabbed him in the crotch, and with a hand like an ironvise wrung his pants and their contents a quarter turn.Obyann seyes became twice as big, and it was all he could do to suppress ananguished yelp. We seem to have a few small misunderstandings, sir Obie ofWobie, my boy.My kid brother, whom we call affectionately Ferret,isn t a thieving musteline mammal who stinks of piss.And who thefuck are you calling young lady, baby dick? For your information, I veseen more meat on a pee shy lapdog than that pathetic morsel ofslaughter waste I m tenderly holding and that barely fills my hand.Ah, do promise me you re going to be a good, polite little bitch fromnow on. Oh, Chulonda, please, he didn t mean anything by it, Arranulfsaid pleadingly, trying to help his friend in his hour of need. It s justthe way he talks. Not to me it is, pretty boy.And the name is Londo. She seemed to think for a while and then relented, removing herhand. I hope you weren t planning on using that any time soon.Sorry,boy. She smiled lopsided. I have a bit of a temper the girls tell me [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]