Date: Sat, 31 May 2008 12:37:09 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  30

Christo agonized with the thin arrow in his bare belly. He held it and then
let go, "Ohhhhh," he said as he looked down. He saw the shaft moving
slightly as he breathed in and out. The shaft moved in and out, up and
down. His breathing became more violent. Pare grabbed onto the ropes and
threw himself upward. He didn't realize that each movement caused Christo
more pain as the ropes moved and the arrow was hit a bit. Pare came up to
him and put his body behind Christo's backside, sitting him up.

"Don't move," Pare said, "Don't move."

"It better this way," Christo puffed and then threw his head back onto
Pare's chest, shutting his eyes to bear the pain. Pare could tell Christo
was hard as can be. This because Pare was putting his arms around Christo's
chest but his right hit Christo's penis area. Both elbow and penis were
wet. "You could not die, they would have killed both of us so
I...I...ahhhhhh."  It sounded like a moan of pleasure but it was one of
pain or was that the other way around Pare thought. "I can feel id in me
gut, like a path toward my back..."  Christo jerked and Pare tried to hold
him.

"What do you want me to do?"  Pare asked, "Push it in and...or pull it
out?"

"Ohhhhh," Christo puffed and gulped. He convulsed, "I dunno....I want to
feel both...."  Christo brought up his hands to the shaft, "Neither...not
fair for you to do itttttttaahhh."  He pushed it in himself.

Pare tried to stop him and held his hands but the kid pushed it in a bit,
"No, Christo, let me try to get it out."

Christo didn't remove his hands but Pare slowly started to take the shaft
out. The head inside cut up more of Christo's meat as it pulled out
slowly. The point came out with gore and parted with a sticky slap
sound. Splashing. "Ohhhahhhhhhhhhhhhh," Christo said and let air escape
from his mouth as well as his belly. "At lessssast I die happy..."  The
shaft and head were all the way out. Christo looked at the point, "I wonder
how it would feellll....lemme..."  Christo put his hands ontop Pare's now
and shoved it back in. He bent over it. Into it.

Pare gasped, "Whad are you doin?"  He tried to keep it out but the kid was
determined. Pare's hands felt the hits to more innards as the head hit
flesh inside Christo and other items within. He hated to admit it but it
felt wild, stupendous. "Why..?"




"In a good pissss....position to find out what it feels like to redo it
in!"  Christo bent forward to feel the pain stop but it made it worse. He
bent back and writhed in Pare's grasp. Pare bent over the kid's smooth back
to hold him in his convulsion. It almost worked. Christo shook and then his
arms and legs spread out from Pare's. Pare let him go. The shaft was in and
Christo let it go. It moved of its own accord as the belly sank and gave a
last rally to bulge out against it. Hard belly muscles on this kid, Pare
noted. Pare got around front of him. The kid arched back and his back hit
the ropes now. His head strained on the ropes. Pare tried to keep him from
falling off the ropes and held his shoulders, his own legs behind
him. "Puh--Pareeeee, this is go....so good. You should
feel....uhhhhuhhhuh... uh...uhh...uhhhh..."  The cloth he wore spat and
white cum loaded out. "First...first time....offfffffff."  Christo's eyes
shut and passed out.

Pare thought was he was dead but he saw the belly was still moving up and
down. "Passed out."  Pare took the boy's smooth body over his shoulder,
back first and held him so that he could get a better grip. He put the
kid's backside in his bent arms and the shaft end came up past his eye
level. Moving. He hasn't long, Pare thought.

"I...I ain't dead yet....like this....Never felt..."

"Shhh, don't try to talk..."  Pare went to the end of the ropes and began
to climb down the ladder, shifting Christo to one arm and holding him with
the arrow facing out.

"OHHHH!"  Christo yelled as the arrow hit a rope. He arched.

Pare held onto him tightly. His own body felt aroused now as Christo's
tight and tense fighting body brushed all over his side. Flesh to
flesh. "Let me get it out."

"No," Christo said, "I can stand it...for a bit longer...until I die like a
fighter would..."

"You are a fighter," Pare said as he climbed further down. Christo passed
out again.

But not for long. The pain of the moving shaft in him made him come to
again. Pare was on the ground now. Aoi and Sole came out with Bazian,
Percival, and Evan to help Pare. "Don't touch him!"  Pare yelled, "Don't
touch him!"

Sole put a hand on Pare's shoulder, "Let us help you."

Aoi put his arms under Christo and took him from Pare, "And him..."
Together the boys moved back toward their cell.

Jolo was smiling, "Hahaha."

Pare looked up at the muscleman, "You're dead, just remember that pretty
boy, dead!"

"Look who's talking about a pretty boy," Jolo laughed.

"Let them in," Beni told Jolo to step aside.

"You forget yourself, Beni and your place," Jolo snapped. Everyone looked
at him. "Okay, allright, get the dead carcass inside."

Christo awoke again and strained in Aoi's arms. The arrow rose up as did
Christo's belly. Pare passed, "Remember what I've said, Jolo. You are more
dead than he is."




"Not yet I ain't," the tanned muscle man with the pretty boy face said.

Sole was near Beni, "And Beni, don't think your being nice to us has made
me forget my promise to you. I'm gonna kill you..."

Beni smiled, "You and your friends are hardly in a position to kill anyone
except more gladiator boys and men. Now get your cute ass inside!"  Beni
swung the sword he had at Sole's butt and the flat side hit Sole.

Sole moved in and turned and pointed at Beni, "Both of you."

Inside, they laid Christo on a table next to Aaron, who looked at over at
him, "Trip huh?"

Christo was wide eyed but managed to get his natural look back to turn his
head at Aaron, "Yeah, you know....I know....I die now...."

"No, kid, stay with us," Aaron said, "Just a bit longer....maybe..."

"You're tougher than I am...I die in such pain..."  Christo said, his penis
rising again, slick. The cloth useless now.

"Yeah and pleasure I see too," Aaron laughed, "That powder..."

"It's here," Sole put it around the shaft. "I'm gonna pull it out now..."

"Oh, oh if you must," Christo grunted and groaned. "Id...it...idttt against
muh spine..."

Sole looked at Aaron and then at Aoi and Pare. He shook his head. He went
to the shaft and put both hands on it. Pare came over and put his hands
over Sole's, "Let me..."  Together they pulled it out--and it didn't come
out as easily as before---they had to both really use all their might to
pull--- and Christo screamed. His belly came up with the shaft and
point. Guts trailed and fell. Christo's hands moved to his belly but when
they hit gore and ripped up navel, he put his hands in the air.

"OhhhHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAFFFFTTTSSSSSSSTUCK!"  Christo yelled and passed
out...his eyes closing again, opening, closing...they thought for the last
time.

Sole put the powder on and in the wound but the shaft was in too deep. The
boy's body was still, unmoving in any way except for the penis, which shot
another jisum load, dripping and popping out. Then shrinking like Christo's
life force.

 Pare puffed, watching, "If only he didn't stick it in again!"

"No, Pare," Aoi said, "We all saw the shot that first got him...it....it
wouldn't have mattered...he might have had a more prolonged death..."




Bazian was crying, Percival was in awe in a sort of callous way, and Evan
was looking away, very sad. All three were upset in their own way. Percival
said in a whisper, "I've seen page boys killed....seconds
stabbed....executed by the enemy after their win....but..."

"Owww!"  Christo yelped again and rose again, feeling pain in his penis
like a steel pin going in and out as the pain in the belly button that
drilled through him to his spine, seemed to go through to his penis...his
scrotum...

"He's alive!"  Evan turned to look at him.

Sole put more of the powder that was Fuk's onto the wound. "Another of
Fuk's legacies..."

"It can't work," whispered Percival, "His wounds are too severe..."

Bazian frowned, "Just shut up, even if it's true, shut up."

"I...I am sorry," Pericval says, putting an arm around Bazian's shoulders.

Bazian looked at the boy's tears welling up, "I...I know."

"Gimmethat!"  Christo took the shaft still in Pare's hand and shoved it in
deep and moved it all around. His face was one of determination and
sternness...of pain and pleasure and of a boy on a mission...to die faster
than he would have. The arrow sunk again and Christo grunted over and
over...a grunt of power and strength and of
dying. Pain. Power. Pleasure. Joy. Anguish. Ripping. Tearing. "IfImove it
all around like this and find all the spots...vitalsssssssssss..."

"Cool!"  Aaron smiled, "You die a cool death, Christo. Thanks for allowing
me to see it. And for helping me recover...."

"SHUTUP!"  Christo shoved the arrow all around his belly, not missing any
spot. His navel was completely gone now. Pare watched wide eyed, unable to
do anything. Sole held his hands up, also shocked. Aoi watched and nodded,
the only one with understanding on his face. Other than Aaron, who was
amused and enthralled with all of this. "I DIE NOW! I feel it cumming..."
It was and it did.  "Huhhh," Christo fell back and with his eyes open died.

"No!"  Pare looked at him.

"It's all right," Bazian said, one hand on Pare's bare, sweaty back and the
other reaching to close Christo's eyelids over his big brown orbs. "He's
okay now," Bazian said, tears coming down his cheeks.

Percival came to them and wiped Bazian's eyes. Pare pulled free from both
boy's hands and moved over to Aoi and Sole, very angry. He whispered, "We
attack now."

Aoi and Sole put a hand each on Pare's shoulders, Aoi on the left, Sole on
the right. Pare pulled free of them too, "No!"  He whispered as a Thoros
looked into the cell door, "I won't be calmed. We have to move now."




"Listen to me," Sole said and put his hand on Pare's bare bony and sweat
covered shoulder, "We have to wait...we know it is only a matter of time."

"We don't even know when they will make us fight him," Pare said, "How
many...many others have to die..."

"Innocents we know," Aoi said, "We know...but if we act now, we betray the
others...they are expecting a certain timing..."

Sole smiled, "And a plan talked about over a good cumming...cannot be
reversed...we have to wait."

"Some plan," Pare said, "We can fend off anyone in the arena but why can't
we just rush them..."

"We are not invincible," Sole dropped his smile and whispered, "As much as
we three would like to think of ourselves as..."

"Rushing them now would not only get us killed...it will get a lot of the
untrained boys, maybe all the untrained boys, and even some of the seasoned
gladiator men slain," Aoi said.

"But..."

Aoi nodded, "It would fail..."

"We've fought weaponless before...."  Pare said, "And against many numbers
and ...."

"You're forgetting the arrow boys on the walls, the guards and the
Thoros....the spearmen...even if we defeat Jolo and Beni and the Thoros
clones down here in the cells and the arena area, we still won't have a
good shot at all of them on the walls...and there are probably backup arrow
boys up there as well," Sole said, "We have to do it this way."

"But when?"  Pare was sat down by Sole and Aoi, who both put hands on his
shoulders and his back, near his shoulder blade using both hands.

"Well," Aoi said, "We've managed to do in every type of opponent they've
thrown at us so far...it must be soon now..."

Nolo stormed into his chambers, red hot and pumped full of anger. He tore
off his loin cloth and threw it back...to hit Yule, who was sheepishly
following. Yule put them up to his face to smell them.

"You!"  Nolo ran to the darkest corner of the room not far from his canopy
white bed, "I want a word with you!"  From the corner of the room, a dark
shadow unfolded and grew, rising from the smallest region.

"You called..."  The sarcasm in his voice was not lost on Nolo as he added,
"Master?"

"Don't give me that!"  Nolo put his face right up to the boy's, "Demnos!"




Demnos took his red and black hood off his head to let it drop to his back,
which was covered only in a black cloak. After bowing his head, the demon
boy looked up and stared red pupils into Nolo's, "You look very
unrelaxed. You need to relax..."

"Look you! I know what you are but I am not afraid of you!"  As Nolo's
mouth formed a circle, Demnos's forked tongue came out and slithered
quickly into Nolo's mouth. Nolo's eyes widened.

"Of course not," Demnos said even without moving his tongue or mouth, "But
I can know what relaxes you..."

Nolo's mouth widened as the tongue swished around, thickening as it did. It
threatened Nolo's tonsil. Yule saw this and dropped the loin cloth from his
nose and mouth and moved closer, slowly.

Nolo's eyes now closed as he enjoyed it and returned the favor by getting
his tongue around Demnos's. Yule stepped a bit closer, getting lower and
lower as he went. He stopped. Nolo's back arched ...both ways. His body
grew slick. His redness faded and his muscles seemed to sag into a relaxed
mode. His limp arms now rose up behind Demnos as he accepted the boy into
his embrace. Demnos hugged Nolo close to him. Yule got to his knees behind
Nolo and found Nolo's pulsating hairless hole. In and out like a
volcano. He used his own tongue to get into it. He could have sworn he felt
the forked tongue of the demon lad just inside but it must have been his
imagination. Nolo's penis grew up to the demon's belly button, which grew
its upper lip outward to catch Nolo's large head into it. Nolo's uncut
penis dropped his foreskin pushing against this upper lip. Demnos's abs
began to become lined with a firery red glow, the lines on his abs deep
like a lava valley created by a volcano, with crevices and jelly like
flow. Soon, Nolo's penis erupted, spitting at the upper lip which strained
to push it all back in. The fire Nolo felt was real and seemed to split his
penis but he didn't care...to him it felt fantastic as he erupted, spilling
up out of the lid and spraying across Demnos's abs, the white cum blobbing
all over the lava valleys of the flat belly. Nolo's belly leaning in on
Demnos's. White mixed with red. The cum from Nolo began to jell on Demnos,
slowly becoming red itself. The red lining on Demnos glew to a red
intensity unlike anything Nolo or Yule has ever seen. Nolo squirmed and
lines of white and red and hot yellow cum bridged the two boys. Yule's nose
and cheeks were buried into Nolo's anus and butt
cheeks. "Mmfffppfffffffuck!"

Then Demnos erupted himself and it splayed all over Nolo's stomach: a red
cotton candy pink. As Demnos leaned his head in on Nolo, blond hair mixed
with Demnos's scarlet. He took his tongue out of Nolo's mouth and both Nolo
and Yule collapsed backward. Yule laid back over his own feet, already half
way on the floor. Nolo fell back onto his side but managed to maneuver
himself onto his lily white bed. He thought the red cum was, at first blood
and didn't care. It felt great. The stinging in his penis and along his
scrotum all the way down and up kept him hard for a long time after. He
thought he had blown both off himself. Still, he was happy when he realized
the red was cum and as his heaving slowed, it began to ebb back into white,
a clear center at its middle like pre cum. Demnos stood, watching the pair
with glee, no apparent tiredness from his efforts. Yule tried to sit
up. Demnos's tongue slicked out again and licked the cum off his own abs,
chest, lower portions. It even sprang low and licked the butt juice off
Yule's mouth.

Yule drew back at first but then welcomed it. Finally, he fell back
again. Demnos's voice echoed lowly as he laughed, "There now that is much
better, master. Now what is it you want?"




Nolo rolled onto his stomach and then back again. He faced upward, not
looking at anything in particular but the ceiling focused his unfocus. "I
want...I dunno..."  He laughed, his stomach tensing as he did and
untensing, "I want that Boy, the Seer, the one called Wiz..."

"My brother, I know. You shall have them all...but you must wait. The
energy my ...your arena has built up is almost at a full high. I can beat
all of them and even..."

"When?"

"You must allow it now...bring on their greatest foes..."

"If you say so," Nolo smiled and yawned, "Whatever you say..."

Demnos smiled.

"But later..."  Nolo turned over onto his pillow and put his face into it,
"Much...much later."

Demnos made a face, rolled his eyes and snarled. He crept back into his
corner.

A day later, Onoff, Rosado, and Justino were ushered out into the
arena. Nolo watched, impassive, from his throne, Yule on his knees nearby.
As the crowd of male observers settled down, Nolo stood and said,
"Audience, audience! Listen, I thought today a smaller battle, with less
fighters would be appropriate. A more personal death...I give you Onoff,
Rosado, and Justino."

Germanic American snooty Onoff was sort of medium built, about 5'5, an
average face with brown hair and green eyes. He had smooth skin and wore a
green/yellow laced tight and skimpy swim suit. His body had no hair on it
except the brown hair on his head, to his ears and behind his neck, not
long, not short. He had the body of a swimmer but not the abs. The abs were
smooth and uncut but there was obvious muscle beneath. His legs were
muscled and his belly button was shallow in one area but deep in another
and this changed position as he moved. He had a sword in one hand and a
spear in the other...a spear with a large metal silver colored point.  He
also wore velvet green boots with red stained points on each end. He had a
wry, almost psychotic smile and perfect teeth beneath. He used the back of
his right hand, his sword hand, to rub his penis against his flat lower
belly. He moved his long knife between his legs as it was held inside the
tight leg hole via a strap. And flip flops on his feet.

5'7 Italian Rosado was different entirely. Once he sported a baby fat belly
but now, older, he was heavily built and with a large expanse of hairless
belly between his hips but a muscled one, one with a VERY large navel, very
innie and deep with a closer up section on the bottom that looked like a
rolling hill. He had light blue eyes and long dark eyelashes. His face was
very handsome, boyish and manly all at the same time. An almost square jaw
but a sensitive look. He had a small nose and large sensuous lips. Rosado
wore a thick pair of gray sweat shorts, hung very low on his hips and even
lower under his belly button. A kind of rough cut look on the top of the
sweat shorts. His washboard was thick, as were his obliques. He was posing
now as a weight lifter would. At his feet were his weapons...a long thin
spear and a short thick sword with a point that has a lower point,
carved. Rosado was overly confident. "These babies, these guns can kill
anyone," he said, patting his biceps on each arm in turn. He also had
pointed Chinese stars on his shorts. And black boots like a motorcycle
rider.




Shorter than both Onoff and Rosado, Justino, another Italian, was different
entirely. He was leaner, shorter, and skinnier than both. He wore a loin
cloth and the only hair on his body was a bit on his lower legs. He had
muscled forearms and a skinny almost concave belly with a heavily ringed
navel in the center which looked like a balloon tip where one blows up the
balloon. His bony shoulders sported muscles. The bony shoulders could fool
an opponent into thinking Justino was weak. The front waves of the hair on
his head was dyed dark blond but only in the center of the front of the
head. Blond and curled somewhat. The center to the back was buzz
cut...somewhat shaggier than the rest, the back shaved almost entirely but
not quite. He also had sideburns in the front over his long ears. A twinkle
in his mishievious eyes made him quite alluring. He held two Chinese swords
in each hand and several knives on his reed belt which almost covered his
navel but didn't. He pulled it lower when he saw Trio come out. His stomach
looked as though he were sucking it in permanently but he wasn't. It was
tightly compact with that navel set into it. Like a diamond in the rough.

He laughed. He looked at Rosado as if he and the bigger boy shared a
joke. Onoff shared it too, looking at them and laughing, dropping his
weapons and grabbing his crotch. Justino made a gesture with his hand,
flipping it down at the wrist. "Homo boys, oh boys, how are you?"

Rosado slapped Justino's back and squeezed Justino's closer nipple, which
was dark brown, "Oh lemme have some milk, boys...you're so nice..."

Pare frowned, "Gosh, homo phobic gladiators, who would have thought."

Aoi stood near by, "They weren't at the orgy."

"It's voluntary," Sole said, "These boys clearly aren't interested in sex
with boys."

Pare yelled loudly so all could hear, "OH SOLE, I DUNNO, those who protest
the most are the ones who usually are really gay but if they are gay, they
wouldn't be such over confident foolish cowards who brag more than they can
fight...!!!!!."  Pare smiled and looked at the boys and waved in a "gay"
way.

Rosado showed a look of anger but then Justino said, "Oh hug me, that hurt
me," he said, still mocking.

"Oh I will," Rosado said in a lispy, effeminate way, "Squeeze me tight."

Justino hugged and did just that, "Oh my, that's nice. What nice pectorals
you have, dear."

Onoff hugged both of them tight, pinning them to each other, "Oh I can just
feel the love!"  His vee back flexed.

"They are so one of us," Aoi shouted, "Don't you think, Pare?"

"Oh yea," Pare practically screamed, "My gaydar is so active right now..."

Sole even got into it, "Yeah I bet more active than they are."




The boys parted, laughing. Rosado laughed, "Oh laugh it up but we're the
ones who'll slice ya guys up."

Justino gave him a high five, "Yeah, my dad always said if I showed any
signs of being gay, he'd beat my ass."

"Something you would have liked," Pare said.

"Oh cum on boys," Justino said, "Marry us, three for three..."

"You gays can't kill anyone but other gays...we've been watching you...now
fight some real men," Rosado yelled.

"Okay," Aoi said, "Real men can really feel the point of my sword...it
won't let you live..."

"You'll get something more stuck in ya besides a penal system," Onoff
sneered and laughed. He seemed as if this was all a joke and he wasn't even
really mad. "Maybe I'll git ya right up the old arse hole."

"Enough talk, fight!"  Nolo yelled.

Aoi, Pare, and Sole just stood there but backed away, each one away from
the other and toward the walls where some of the other cages were. "I guess
this isn't it," Pare said.

"Oh homo boys..."  Justino moved toward Sole, "You can't stand and
fight..."

"They just want us," Rosado laughed.

Onoff took this up, giggling, his stomach wavering with each giggle,
"...want us to cum to them, get it, cum, cum...get it!"  He doubled over
laughing.

"I get it and so will they," Rosado held his sword up and readied his spear
level. He was moving toward Aoi, who kept his face impassive.

Sole just shook his head as Justino moved toward him, the slender shoulders
of the dark guy no match for his own. Onoff moved toward Pare. Closer to
the cages now, Trio stopped moving and waited for each of their opponents
to get within fighting range. Even then, they waited. Rosado grit his
teeth, raised his lips and lifted his sword and swung at Aoi, who blocked
with his own sword. In his other hand, Aoi had a long thin knife with a
gleaming point and body.

Pare also has a knife but a thicker sword with a thicker point. Onoff swung
and swung and Pare was surprised at how quick and strong the swimmer's body
was. It took all his energy to block every swing and they moved outward
from the cells a bit. Aoi also found Rosado was stronger than he was and
Rosado had met his sword and was now pushing him, forcing the shorter Aoi
back to the cell bars where gladiators behind it were yelling and
cheering. A Thoros guard was there too and he put a sword to Rosado's chest
over Aoi's head, "Move off or die!"

Aoi struggled, his upper body going down a bit, "Do as he says," he said
through grit teeth.


Rosado moved back and Aoi rushed him, meeting him again. This time though
Aoi jumped around Rosado, getting behind him. Each time Rosado turned, Aoi
did this and met his sword with sword. Rosado turned, "Will you stand still
so I can puncture ya!"  In return, Aoi only smiled and laughed.

Sole, taller and more muscled than Justino, found he overestimated the
smaller, leaner, skinnier boy's abilities. He already had a slight cut on
his shoulder from Justino's left sword already. Sole had his spear and a
sword but he found he had to drop the spear to fend off Justino's two
swords.

Both Onoff, fighting Pare and Rosado, fighting Aoi, began to try another
method: getting the opponent to fight against the sword so much that they
forgot to avoid the spear. As Onoff hit Pare's sword with his own, suddenly
Pare felt a new point scrapping against his upper leg. He moved back just
in time and received only a scrap but saw the new point coming in from his
other side, left open to attack. It reached for his belly button but Pare
hit it away with his sword and swung back to the sword of Onoff and back to
the spear again. He moved in close and used his free hand to hold the spear
and drive Onoff closer, making it so that the lithe swimmer boy couldn't
level the spear unless he held it closer to the point, which now, he
couldn't.

Rosado tried swiping at Aoi, who would not remain still. "Stand still so I
can slit stomach..."  Rosado guffed out, sweating now, his hair wet and his
eyes watering. He was big, thought Aoi.

"I don't take demands on request," Aoi sneered and jumped over the swiping
spear. Rosado swiped again but higher but Aoi hit it with his sword and
ducked under, moving closer to Rosado. "Gotcha now!"

Rosado hit Aoi's sword with his own and dropped his spear as Aoi almost was
able to get the point in his navel. The fight went on...

"Oh my," Nolo feigned surprise, "A new cummer enters the arena..."

"Trion!"  Beni, who was watching with Jolo, announced the new comer.

"Uh oh," Aoi said as he saw the new boy...

For this new boy was not fully human but humanoid. An alien, he had six
arms, a light blue short cut and open vest across a very wide chest. Each
arm held a deadly weapon: one a sword, one a mace with points, a spear, a
long knife, a pike, and a trident. His upper body, save for the vest, was
bare. His lower body, thicker than three males, had only a tunic on,
beneath which three penises swung. He had on sandaled boots. And what Trio
noticed, when they had time to see the newcomer in between avoiding
thrusts, is that the boy had three belly buttons. The center was oval but
an oval that was sideways and looked like a bubble as it stuck out in a
fleshy fashion. The one to the left side was a ringed and deep innie, dark
and dank, no images can be seen from outside it. The other one was a sort
of in-betweenie. Half shallow and half outtie. And the boy's three
abdominal sets were all 8 packs. And he had thick and muscled legs. His
face was, like his neck, thick and muscled. His eyes and the rest of his
features were human. He had high cheek bones, a flat small nose, and a long
smirk of a mouth. Dark blue eyes and long eyelashes. He was very handsome,
Sole noted.

Rosado breathed on Aoi as he spat, "That's right, he's on our side!"

"Didn't think you needed anybody!"  Aoi said. Pare was nearer to him now,
fighting Onoff still.

"I think this is it!"  Pare said, huffing...

"The IT it?"  Aoi asked.

"Yeah, it for all three of us..."  Pare coughed...

TO BE CONTINUED...