For Zanyia or Aingeal. XXNX I whimpered, casting my gaze around for my sister. My chain swung through the air, slashing and thrusting at him. She scurried off to the right, moving through the field on her hands and knees. It swelled red as she twitched on the ground. His left hand moved with blurring speed despite his wound. Right at the assassin’s back. I needed to help Sven fight. I gained my feet naked. When I was still strong. Her blood spilled around its muzzle as it carried her to the ground. The world spun around me as I gained my feet. Abstaining from sex with them kept my bedmaid Greta and I healthy while Sven and his harem grew worse and worse. He stood oblivious to the assassin striding to him, raising a curved sickle. My stomach heaved. I grunted and stumbled back.
