I hadn’t seen her smile since before dad died.She could too, and her eyes opened wide.I'm rubbing my pussy and letting my juice leak out, but because of you.I squirmed at the words: incest.I slid my cock in and out of her.As he drew closer he then saw that it wasn't about to happen.Oh?Why have you taken them off again?What do you say, bitch?I ask.She pushed back on my hand and rolled her hips, gracefully, skyward and Granny Sex back, like a serpent cresting the waves in a loch.* Are you okay?Have sex? Then touch me, milord. The phrase came out like a whisper, a tinge of shame and I could not feel much more. Maybe she was, in fact a whore. Her body tense and still, but there was a certainty in her words. She clearly knew of the necessity of proving herself, otherwise it would only add to the chance of her being dead at the end of this encounter.I swiftly juggled my saber from my right to my left hand and laid it horizontally below the girl's chin, lightly touching her neck at the same time that I stepped forward, decreasing the distance between our bodies. The girl was small, in a way my tallness seemed to double when close to her.She startled and tried to step back, to avoid the blade and ended up sitting at the tall window's stool, tiptoed, her neck stretched and her face up, really close to mine. I could feel her whole body trembling when I reached down to touch her right thigh, a skin tender, warm, as I had never felt in my life.The cold touch of my fingertips made her gasp sharply and shiver all over. I felt a tingle, as if a part of me for a long time forgotten had woken up… And that was no good. Not for me, nor to her.I slid my fingers, slowly, to the inner part of her left leg. The girl inhaled deeply, her eyes wide open and fixed on mine. I felt her attention divided between those two very specific things happening to her body now, sharp steel and curious fingers, while she panted, the smell of her hot breath on Granny Sex my face. What seemed to be just a proof check from both our sides was becoming much more. I felt my blood, trained to circulate slowly through my veins, starting to warm as well as my breath increased in speed, escaping from my self-induced catharsis.Up her silky robe I went and, by the moment the chill of my skin met the hotness of her entrance, she gasped loudly and her eyes filled with knowledge Cold Death... my index finger slid between her petals, she was wet, inviting… You are Cold Death... then she closed her eyes.No more defying look.