The images slowly began to shuffle in her mind. She wasn't asleep neither was she held up in a trance. She was in her right mind, but seated on the foam board in her room, alone. Her back to the cold wooden wall, her eyes glued to the door. But she wasn't seeing the door, the moving images colonized her mind. The shuffling images stopped and then a particular image zoomed out;Damien standing in the waterfall, his hand fisted on his boner giving it gentle strokes. The image felt so real like it was happening at that moment. She wasn't seeing the door, she was seeing Damien. Slowly she glid her palm to her tits and began to squeeze them gently, going from one to the other. When Damien went faster, her other hand slid to her thighs and slipped in between her thighs. Gentle moans escaped her mouth. She dared not raise her voice else one of the girls would be alerted, or worse, Damien. It got to the point where the image came to an end, and Damien hurried away... but her subconscious

Damien took a few seconds to observe their facial expressions. None of them seemed amused, keeping such a long face as though they'd been forced. Yet, they had just blown his mind. To think that all nine girls would do anything to suck his dick. He tried avoiding the possible thoughts of throwing sex at them, how would they react then?A part of him still found it quite hard to believe of course, but he didn't want to be a party-pooper. After all, at the end of the shooting class, the truth of the matter would come to light. "Let's get to work then."He pretended not to be intrigued by their sudden interest in him. "Step into the circles I drew. The circles at the front of each of you."The silence was choking. The scene was familiar. He tossed the odds aside. "We will be practicing all day then."He proposed. "Put the end of the stock on your left shoulder..."As he gave out the instructions, he observed their actions. It was clear now that they were really in for it this time.

"Did any of you notice something strange about Damien?"It was early in the morning and the girls were gathered again at the shooting positions, ten yards away from the posts."He's been aloof."Jada added to Allison's observation."Perhaps something happened yesterday when he left to catch fish. He's been like that ever since he returned."Evelyn gave her view of the situation."Neither did he return with the fish nor as the same person. I don't know why a part of me is somehow scared."Mira confessed."Here he comes."Tendzel called their attention as Damien walked out the other safehouse towards them. In his hands were the crossbows and arrows."One of us should ask if what the problem is."Jada suggested."Let Claire."Tendzel called. Claire, more than stunned shot a wild glare at Tendzel."Why should ---"Damien got to them."We should continue from where we stopped yesterday."He began to hand the crossbows and arrows to the girls."I'm quite glad that some of you are doing good

Darkness had crept on the island and covered the castle also. There was a crescent moon seated on the roof of the building.Damien returned to where he had stood up from. He sat in a position where he could hold all the girls in his gaze as they ate.Not that he had anything to say to them. He just wanted to think about some random things before they'd all finish eating and get on the main deal.To think that the four girls would assemble before him just to suck his dick came with a very strange but refreshing feeling which he had only felt once in his life. He couldn't recall the last time he felt that way. But it was a familiar feeling.The girls were chatting, talking wasn't really important to him. He never found girls' talk interesting. It was something that he wasn't used to.It was either they were talking about what they were supposed to had forgotten or some random details that wasn't necessary in events that happened in the past.He shook his head at how loquacious they coul

"What am I supposed to do?"It was quite a difficult answer to reach. Funny thing, the lion wasn't charging at him, instead, it was taking gentle but wild movements towards him. Its scary eyes never letting go of his. The lion looked calm and collected, yet there was this strange wave of terror which accompanied every of its move. Talk more about the king of the jungle.It's quite strange because two kings were standing before each other. A fight between a king of chance, and a king born into the territory. Definitely one must cower before the other. Or at least, show some respect.If you ask Damien, the answer would be simple. How would you expect a man to bow to an animal? If you do ask the lion also... how would the owner of the jungle bow to some strange and advanced animal who walk on two long legs like the ostrich?Judging by the dark light in the corner of the lion's deep yellow eyes, there was no iota of fear there. But Damien on the other hand would shit his pants anytime fro