Saint Spirit by Quelli di ZEd
first time him same it was afraid of his/her strength, considering that you/he/she had to fight against it, against that voluptuousness that to lines it horrified him/it. Dafne warned the rigidity of Ivo in his/her comparisons, without understanding its motive. It suspected ch'egli you/he/she had discovered something on Saint and he/she wanted to conceal him/it to him. With excessive apprehension he/she asked him what that man had shown him in the wood. Ivo prevaricated in a little convincing way, too much intent to soothe the internal revolt that gripped him/it. To that point Dafne felt him betrayed. You had helped him/it, you/he/she had shown him the street of exit during one moment of his of total dismay and he now thanked her/it concealing her things, as if you/he/she could not trust her.
"You men are really of the ungrateful persons!become impatient " sbottò Dafne, while it was turning his back to escape away from him.
But really in that instant Ivo embraced him from behind and if it tightened her/it to the breast. It lowered his/her face on her head, sinking the nose in his/her perfumed hair. You not stirred, warned the whole puissance of those braccias, that also gently tightening her/it, you/they would have been impossible to be moved. Then Ivo turned her/it as it was a bambolina and it aimed the astute eyes in his. Dafne was literally stunned, it was not waited for anything of all of this and above all he/she didn't know really that to do. When he kissed her/it, she didn't oppose him and well soon it discovered that that kiss was even more long than you/he/she could imagine him. That man was not allowed to go to an unexpected simple kiss. Ivo wanted her/it, you/he/she had unleashed all of his/her voluptuousness and it openly showed him/it to you so much to leave her/it paralyzed. When it glued her the basin to his, making her stick on the belly all of his/her rigid and hot member, her he allowed to escape a sigh of amazement and immediately him made account that, to his ears, that moan would certainly be played as a sign of approval. It tried to speak.
"Ivo.
But really while it was opening the mouth, he threw her/it on as a twig and it laid down her/it in earth. You looked around him and it realized that discussing you/they had estranged from the camp. A part of herself and he had plotted to lower her/it in that situation leaving all of its rationality to the dark. As it was possible that imbambolata stayed there, without reacting, while that man looked that you/he/she had already discovered her breasts and had you/he/she dipped you above the whole lust of his/her red hot face? You made him kiss, it made him touch anywhere, without giving some limitation to those giant hands, to that body that kicked for possessing her/it, and to every instant it told herself:
"Two seconds still and I tell him to stay."
But after all also she liked that situation. When he put a hand among her legs it surprised him to be him so much wet. Yes, he/she wanted to be taken, it was the only way to loosen the anxiety that devoured her/it.
"Sweep me!it whispered " him in an ear.
To Ivo it didn't seem true ch'ella so openly spurred him/it. Its excitement had reached the stars. It finished stripping her/it in hurry and fury and it was thrown headfirst inside of her and a few minutes were enough for making him/it explode. It plentifully came inside of her, staying then immovable, in the same position in which you/he/she had reached the apex of his/her pleasure, absorbed in a lukewarm fainting. After a handful of minutes of irresponsibility, shiny rationality returned to ask the customs for its actions. It got up of hit with the red face for the shame and it tried to apologize to Dafne that was laid down still, with the open breasts and among the legs his seed that it showily dripped. You bursted to laugh.
"A big baby seems, Ivo!"
He vexed him and it went away.
XXXII
You/they had stacked the corpses one above the other and you/they had set them on fire, without any funeral ceremony. They were these the new dispositions of Matteus; during the war every superfluous action had to be avoids. All the energies and the time had to have employed for defeating the enemy. The sharp and dense air still wound the repressed pain of the family ones of the fourteen victims, that Matteus already announced another extraordinary reunion in the Agorà.
The people of those people that you/they had remained to Boscocittà had filled the plaza, that paradoxically seemed desert for the tomb silence that that dark and sick atmosphere dominated. To distance less of a week, everything was unrecognizable. The village had assumed the aspect of a battleground, the air had suddenly become around colder and heavy despite same for the full summer to come and, above all, a light blanket by now fixed it darkened the transparency of the usual sky. The attitudes of the people were accordingly also very changed. You found it hard to communicate more and more, he didn't help and he didn't entrust more as once, when Prometeo infused to that whole joviality and that altruism typical of their village. From the night of the times every reigning head had done the same handing down this behavior to its successor. With the sudden death of Prometeo that atavistic harmony was broken or perhaps the Royal cause was well other and simply coincides with the death of this last. What had you/he/she really seen the head of the village during the last instants of his/her life in which its third eye had totally opened, connecting himself/herself/itself to the everything? You/he/she had left some disposition to alone Ivo, without giving him some explanation to respect and now that it almost appeared evident to everybody that the colors of the landscapes became opaque more and more, that the perfumes of the plants and the flowers and even the food you/they were changing, as if the aura of every thing of the servant was suddenly growing weak himself/herself/itself, that people started to fear to be incurred in a divine punishment.
Matteus from the tall one of his/her pedestal its merciless harangue started against who, according to him, you/he/she had to pay.
"Friends, are evident that the monster has been sent by the witch there that you/he/she has created him. You/he/she has come to spy us and when you/he/she has realized that his/her old friends would not even have supported her because by now we had become together everybody an only front against the evil, she has punished us sending us that monster. Mr., I have another news to give you. Poc'anzi one trusted friend of mine that followed to few times of distance the consignment that looked for the two fugitives, you/he/she has returned saying to have found me the bodies of our killed friends, not from the hands of the monster, but from human weapons. That witch is able of to kill only with the black magic, through that demon that comes to you/he/she stuffed every now and then visit and I surely discard the hypothesis that that companion of his of misdoings, the foreigner, has been able to face Efrem and the other experts hunters. I deduce of it, unfortunately, that has been an ambush a trap organized by Ivo and by his/her men. In fact, when our brave companion has found the bodies, for a puff you/he/she has succeeded in being saved before Ivo and one bungler of his roused him/it. The giant he was verifying that all were dead to avoid that witnesses sprouted!"
Finally resources the ability to speak to the mouths of the crowd, that looked through the air with the typical infesting sound of the wasps in anger. But to break the uniformity of the choir was the discordant voice of Fulvio, an omaccione from the tawny hair, that it almost had the same tonnage of Ivo. It was the second giant of Boscocittà. It had a great deal a strong body, where a big round head was glued, deprived of neck, crowned by long braids color copper and a sharp pain beard, also it extremely long, of the same color of the hair. The roar with which it exposed its disagreement made to tremble nearby many bodies to him.
"Matteus, this is not well me! You cannot afford to so openly accuse, without any test, people that are allied with many of us, that up to he/she worked beside yesterday very hard side to us for the comfort of the village. You must brake your one man show anger and your ambition, you will bring only otherwise calamity on our lives."
Around all the people heated him to the words of Fulvio. These gave solidarity and credibility to the small fire of brotherhood that every inhabitant still had inside of itself and hid for fear to be shown
as rebel. Why did they have to see suddenly how hostile the same people with which were grown? But two bunglers of Matteus drew near to Fulvio and they summoned him of star silent because to anybody it interested his/her opinion and you/he/she had to not afford to interrupt the head. Fulvio hoisted him.
"As you allow you? I can say what want! Do you believe to frighten me? And then who has decided him that that vagabond hunter has become of a line the head of the village?"
The words of the man resounded in the amphitheater painting the hilarity on many faces. The two men grabbed Fulvio to drag him/it street, but he struck one in full face with a heading and all it took is giving a shove to the other to make him/it tumble beside there on to a group of people. Matteus was red for the anger but him made account that had to use the tactic of the diplomacy, otherwise people would be divided in two factions, that in favor his/her and that from the part of Fulvio. It opened mouth using the lowest and calm tone that you/he/she had ever used.
"Fulvio, forgives that two men some wild ones: you/they have spent the life in the woods to chase for the survival of the village. However also you should
"You men are really of the ungrateful persons!become impatient " sbottò Dafne, while it was turning his back to escape away from him.
But really in that instant Ivo embraced him from behind and if it tightened her/it to the breast. It lowered his/her face on her head, sinking the nose in his/her perfumed hair. You not stirred, warned the whole puissance of those braccias, that also gently tightening her/it, you/they would have been impossible to be moved. Then Ivo turned her/it as it was a bambolina and it aimed the astute eyes in his. Dafne was literally stunned, it was not waited for anything of all of this and above all he/she didn't know really that to do. When he kissed her/it, she didn't oppose him and well soon it discovered that that kiss was even more long than you/he/she could imagine him. That man was not allowed to go to an unexpected simple kiss. Ivo wanted her/it, you/he/she had unleashed all of his/her voluptuousness and it openly showed him/it to you so much to leave her/it paralyzed. When it glued her the basin to his, making her stick on the belly all of his/her rigid and hot member, her he allowed to escape a sigh of amazement and immediately him made account that, to his ears, that moan would certainly be played as a sign of approval. It tried to speak.
"Ivo.
But really while it was opening the mouth, he threw her/it on as a twig and it laid down her/it in earth. You looked around him and it realized that discussing you/they had estranged from the camp. A part of herself and he had plotted to lower her/it in that situation leaving all of its rationality to the dark. As it was possible that imbambolata stayed there, without reacting, while that man looked that you/he/she had already discovered her breasts and had you/he/she dipped you above the whole lust of his/her red hot face? You made him kiss, it made him touch anywhere, without giving some limitation to those giant hands, to that body that kicked for possessing her/it, and to every instant it told herself:
"Two seconds still and I tell him to stay."
But after all also she liked that situation. When he put a hand among her legs it surprised him to be him so much wet. Yes, he/she wanted to be taken, it was the only way to loosen the anxiety that devoured her/it.
"Sweep me!it whispered " him in an ear.
To Ivo it didn't seem true ch'ella so openly spurred him/it. Its excitement had reached the stars. It finished stripping her/it in hurry and fury and it was thrown headfirst inside of her and a few minutes were enough for making him/it explode. It plentifully came inside of her, staying then immovable, in the same position in which you/he/she had reached the apex of his/her pleasure, absorbed in a lukewarm fainting. After a handful of minutes of irresponsibility, shiny rationality returned to ask the customs for its actions. It got up of hit with the red face for the shame and it tried to apologize to Dafne that was laid down still, with the open breasts and among the legs his seed that it showily dripped. You bursted to laugh.
"A big baby seems, Ivo!"
He vexed him and it went away.
XXXII
You/they had stacked the corpses one above the other and you/they had set them on fire, without any funeral ceremony. They were these the new dispositions of Matteus; during the war every superfluous action had to be avoids. All the energies and the time had to have employed for defeating the enemy. The sharp and dense air still wound the repressed pain of the family ones of the fourteen victims, that Matteus already announced another extraordinary reunion in the Agorà.
The people of those people that you/they had remained to Boscocittà had filled the plaza, that paradoxically seemed desert for the tomb silence that that dark and sick atmosphere dominated. To distance less of a week, everything was unrecognizable. The village had assumed the aspect of a battleground, the air had suddenly become around colder and heavy despite same for the full summer to come and, above all, a light blanket by now fixed it darkened the transparency of the usual sky. The attitudes of the people were accordingly also very changed. You found it hard to communicate more and more, he didn't help and he didn't entrust more as once, when Prometeo infused to that whole joviality and that altruism typical of their village. From the night of the times every reigning head had done the same handing down this behavior to its successor. With the sudden death of Prometeo that atavistic harmony was broken or perhaps the Royal cause was well other and simply coincides with the death of this last. What had you/he/she really seen the head of the village during the last instants of his/her life in which its third eye had totally opened, connecting himself/herself/itself to the everything? You/he/she had left some disposition to alone Ivo, without giving him some explanation to respect and now that it almost appeared evident to everybody that the colors of the landscapes became opaque more and more, that the perfumes of the plants and the flowers and even the food you/they were changing, as if the aura of every thing of the servant was suddenly growing weak himself/herself/itself, that people started to fear to be incurred in a divine punishment.
Matteus from the tall one of his/her pedestal its merciless harangue started against who, according to him, you/he/she had to pay.
"Friends, are evident that the monster has been sent by the witch there that you/he/she has created him. You/he/she has come to spy us and when you/he/she has realized that his/her old friends would not even have supported her because by now we had become together everybody an only front against the evil, she has punished us sending us that monster. Mr., I have another news to give you. Poc'anzi one trusted friend of mine that followed to few times of distance the consignment that looked for the two fugitives, you/he/she has returned saying to have found me the bodies of our killed friends, not from the hands of the monster, but from human weapons. That witch is able of to kill only with the black magic, through that demon that comes to you/he/she stuffed every now and then visit and I surely discard the hypothesis that that companion of his of misdoings, the foreigner, has been able to face Efrem and the other experts hunters. I deduce of it, unfortunately, that has been an ambush a trap organized by Ivo and by his/her men. In fact, when our brave companion has found the bodies, for a puff you/he/she has succeeded in being saved before Ivo and one bungler of his roused him/it. The giant he was verifying that all were dead to avoid that witnesses sprouted!"
Finally resources the ability to speak to the mouths of the crowd, that looked through the air with the typical infesting sound of the wasps in anger. But to break the uniformity of the choir was the discordant voice of Fulvio, an omaccione from the tawny hair, that it almost had the same tonnage of Ivo. It was the second giant of Boscocittà. It had a great deal a strong body, where a big round head was glued, deprived of neck, crowned by long braids color copper and a sharp pain beard, also it extremely long, of the same color of the hair. The roar with which it exposed its disagreement made to tremble nearby many bodies to him.
"Matteus, this is not well me! You cannot afford to so openly accuse, without any test, people that are allied with many of us, that up to he/she worked beside yesterday very hard side to us for the comfort of the village. You must brake your one man show anger and your ambition, you will bring only otherwise calamity on our lives."
Around all the people heated him to the words of Fulvio. These gave solidarity and credibility to the small fire of brotherhood that every inhabitant still had inside of itself and hid for fear to be shown
"As you allow you? I can say what want! Do you believe to frighten me? And then who has decided him that that vagabond hunter has become of a line the head of the village?"
The words of the man resounded in the amphitheater painting the hilarity on many faces. The two men grabbed Fulvio to drag him/it street, but he struck one in full face with a heading and all it took is giving a shove to the other to make him/it tumble beside there on to a group of people. Matteus was red for the anger but him made account that had to use the tactic of the diplomacy, otherwise people would be divided in two factions, that in favor his/her and that from the part of Fulvio. It opened mouth using the lowest and calm tone that you/he/she had ever used.
"Fulvio, forgives that two men some wild ones: you/they have spent the life in the woods to chase for the survival of the village. However also you should