“I mean why were you preserved?” I interrupted. “Well,” Arbitrus grunted, easing himself onto a boulder, “that’s a bit of a story, if you’ll indulge an old man.” Arbitrus motioned for me to sit, and I cautiously let my flame die, and perched beside him on the boulder. “Did you know that the ancients only sensual recognized two Creators?” Arbitrus prompted, his colloquial accent conspicuously gone, “It wasn’t until Hektin discovered that heat, iron and coal make steel, that the Heat Bringer was included with the others. Even then, Hektin’s great achievement, the steel city of Hektinar, was mostly the doing of the Earth Former of his time, Gratora; Hektin simply melted rocks for her. The Heat Bringer’s true legacy is not what is left behind, but what is no longer there. What do you think the ancients call the Heat Bringer?” “The Destroyer.” I whispered. Arbitrus nodded. “The melting of Hektinar,” I said quietly, “it wasn’t in retaliation for Drokin’s Pass, was it?” “No, it was not.” “Why did you do it?” “The orc empire had been blessed with four of the past six Creators; Trenok, Droktin, Gratora and Hektin. It had become too powerful, too influential, and the center of its power was Hektinar, so I…” Arbitrus snapped his fingers and a spark popped from his thumb and forefinger, “made the correction. We are nature’s correction, Julia. Unbridled creation leads inexorably to unbridled destruction, so a caretaker is needed to keep creation in check, like a cleaning forest fire that burns away the old canopy to make room for new growth.” “But you helped make Droktinar; you were a true Creator once!” I hissed. I’d read this man’s journal, believed him to be righteous and true, believed his path to be one worthy of following. Arbitrus Gen was one of history’s great men, one of history’s great lies, one of history’s great monsters, and my ancestor. desi My blood. “Droktin made Droktinar,” Arbitrus shrugged, “it was his life’s work, but I never lit the furnace, and I never planned to.” “But I will,” I hissed, “I’ll make the fucking correction.” “And I can’t stop you,” Arbitrus smiled, “you’re the Heat Bringer now, Julia. I can asian do little more than light my pipe and start my stove.” “You didn’t answer my question,” I said through gritted teeth, “why did Trenok preserve you?” “I told you that unbridled creation leads to unbridled destruction,” Arbitrus said, annoyingly taking his massage time to get to the answers I wanted, “and there is no greater destruction than unbridled life. Trenok tried to preserve his brother’s life, but Trenok could not tether him. Halok’s life had been that of a warrior, its purpose to bring death to others, and the Life Giver could not tether life to death.” Arbitrus stopped and scratched his chin, seeming to ponder the distant skyline. “Trenok didn’t speak to me for decades after Hektinar. It was only toward the end of his life, when he realized he could not salvage what he’d done to Halok, that he came to me. He wanted to destroy what he’d created before it could turn Sentient, and since I was The Destroyer, it appeared I was just the man for the job. Trenok believed that interracial if he tethered me, created a hybrid of ethereal and physical out of me, that I could venture to the astral plane, and kill Halok where he slumbered. I erotic agreed, drank poison, and was preserved.” “Why didn’t it work?” “The tethering allowed me to traverse the astral plane, but death stripped me of my powers. I could find Halok, but I could do nothing to him. I knew the next step would be to come out to our friends, and that seemed desi an even harder thing to do. Jen moved away as I used his cock to tease myself. I found out how turned on when he shed his pants and undershorts and his large hard cock was released. I shivered, though I hoped I didn’t let her know. There was only one thing that I could think of, and it might end badly for me. I took a deep breath, and sighed. She sobbed even more, after those words, with tears flooded like the waters rushing down from a waterfall and the only time, she'd stop sensual was to fill her lungs with air. He was always willing to let me do him and I could see how much he enjoyed it. Editing Reality May erotic be this was what Smita's telephone talk was all about. 'Cause I know that it's delicate (delicate) His breath quickened. Are you ok?” he worriedly asked. Please enjoy and like always constructive criticism is welcomed! “But interracial I get embarrassed,” I said, “and I can’t go sitting on that thing (pointing to the stool), or exercising on my bike with Tom here; it’s too embarrassing for me.” I wanted to build a church to that ass. The whole world was his. I didn't have any reason to think this. Lana flashed Liz the peace sign without looking up from her phone. They lived just down the street from you for several years. She clutched it, her entire body trembling. “Right in the middle of the Colonel Bob Wilderness.” “Good,” Miss Daisy said. Cheek to cheek. I didn’t doubt that the asian old Julia would’ve been mortified that her hypothetical daughter was wearing lingerie, but Julia post-Passion did little more than give the barest massage glance of disapproval.