“During the Old times,” vibrated a deep, wise and elderly voice.“The Humans rose in an attack from their side of the Earth…”From a dark spot on the stage, to the right, emerged four teenage boys (about 15 or 16 total cycles), dressed in human clothing.“Arrgh! Let us plunder and destroy the peace and tranquillity enjoyed by the Ozmath and spit in the face of their God!”“Hoooraahh!” said the other humans in agreement.The group produced human weapons. Three of them had rusty and jagged machetes, while the leader had a spear made from black wood for its length and a rusty butcher knife tied to the end.The light cast by the stone face above swept across to the extreme left of the stage. From the darkness emerged a large and muscular teen dressed in a humble brown cloak. He raised his hands behind his back, and within them formed a three-pronged hoe. On the portion of the stage before him formed hard, untilled soil. The teen struck the earth with one heavy strike. Fragments of earth a

Fenn lifted Afiro off the ground and turned her around. He stuck his manhood in her and pounded on her tiny but firm buttocks aggressively. Her moans were soft, but the way she gripped the sheets with each stroke and the way she called him 'daddy' as he smacked her ass and played with her nipple showed that she truly was in a state of euphoria. When he felt the sweet and warm promise of release from deep within, he pinched her left bottom. She released herself from the penetration and spun around. She dropped herself to her knees before gripping Fenn’s moist and hard cock. She wrapped her lips around the tip and sucked while she jerked him off with her tiny but firm hand.“Fuuuuck!”Fenn ejaculated in her mouth. The green fluid oozed out of the corners of her mouth, but she didn't stop sucking. Not until she had forced out every last drop of semen.Fenn pushed her to the side and collapsed on the bed.He heaved heavily as Afiro joined him on the bed and placed her head on his chest.

Even the warmth of the library was not enough to chase out the chill. The cold of whatever the place he was transported to by that…creature had settled itself deep into his bones. He had left the upper floors and immediately descended to the library. Fenn crashed through the double doors and collapsed onto the carpet. His chest heaved and pumped as he lay on his back. “My king…” That was one of the two guards who were stationed at the Obsidian library entrance. “Close the door!” he barked. The guards immediately heeded his command. It was still nighttime, so the librarian, Genty, was still resting in his quarters. As he caught his breath and pushed himself onto his palms, he realised that he may have subconsciously sought out refuge in the library. Even as a child, when his father would attack him in a drunken fit of rage, he would run away and hide underneath Genty’s desk until his father fell asleep from too much Golden wine. He grabbed onto the edge of one of the long desks