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The Blind Swordsman.

A tragedy... An abrupt departure... Death... And rebirth. Pain, rage, struggle, and blood honed a sword. A sword sharp enough to sever through reality and reveal what lies beyond. It unveiled something, Or rather, someone, incomprehensible and unprecedented.... A being who seems to weave the threads of fate. Does he truly exist, or is he merely a manifestation of another's will? If he does exist, what purpose does he serve? Is there really a purpose, or is it just another will imposed upon him? If it is another's will, can he defy it? Can he turn his sword against his creator, A being who literally writes his reality? Or will he be consumed by the abyss from which his power flows, Forever lost in the shifting void of his own making?

_Eshwar_ · 现实
分數不夠
276 Chs

Y-you monster [R-18]

CRE-AK….!

"Ahn!"

"OH! Aann~!"

On a slightly creaky king-sized bed, a couple were seen busy, making love.

With the woman laying face first on the bed, moaning, while the man laid over her with his girth playfully thrusting in and out in between her legs, while his left hand held her wrists behind her back and his right palm played with her honeypot dripping with love juices.

"Ah, cumming!" She exclaimed in a whisper as her body twitched and she orgasmed.

After a few seconds of her gasps, she felt something hard press and rub on her quim; shuddering, she gasped and gulped in anticipation and fear.

Her palms were released, her ass was slightly raised for his convenience before she pushed herself to the side, slightly, with her trembling left arm to gaze back at him; but at that instance, Ken leaned forward and captured her lips.