Thorvik went tumbling and his sword, DawnKeeper flew from his grasp. Drugo and his entourage had to formalize and celebrate the treaty in the very same room where Thorvik Kabot still hung, squirming in his cocoon and his permanently-engorged cock, slick from saliva and pre-cum, was still being tormented by the hands, lips and tongues of Tura and the Spider-Acolytes she had trained in the art. XXNX Despite Thorvik’s struggling, eight eyes and six hands roamed over and explored every inch of his bare flesh as Kalindraa cooed appreciatively. EPILOGUE:
Two days later, the secret church of the Spider-Goddess held a special meeting with the various bandit gangs and thieves’ guilds to plan around and celebrate the capture of Thorvik Kabot; with the “Sacred Scion Of the North” out of the way, they could now accelerate and expand upon their plans. Thorvik’s manner of dress was simple.
