1. A MILLION DOLLARS A FUCK-PART2


    Date: 9/4/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: cyrano, Rating: 82.4, Source: sexstories.com

    Ekhalu's past. Brendan ordinarily could view an Ekhalu's past as if he was standing on a stage and watching a play unfold. This was different. He was LIVING this Ekhalu's past. The deafening din of the battlefield was a shock to his system at first, but he gradually became accustomed to it. Adrenaline pumped through his body like a drug as the screams of the dying reverberated up his bloody steel. Body after body he sliced through, from battlefield to battlefield. And then he felt the first blow. It was an axe splitting his skull. It felt as if his whole head had burst into flames. Razor sharp steel sliced through tendons and hamstrings. On and on it went, crippling wounds and death blows, one after another, a marathon of ineffable pain. None more painful than the falling hot tar that evaporated his skin before the pain exploded in his brain. Finally he lay amongst the dead and dying. The horrible stench of the bloated, decaying flesh of man and beast grating his nostrils. Tne dying were ...
    begging the gods for death between screams as the buzzards ate their flesh and then vomited into their open wounds. One thumped down on Brendan's chest, his head bobbing in every direction. Ball shriveling pain ensued as it pecked out his left eyeball. Brendan felt the need to vomit throughout the whole episode, but by keeping his eyes on Captain Miller he somehow drew strength and kept his nausea at bay. "If you don't stop eyeballing me, I'm going to pull this car over." Brendan quickly turned his head away. He felt the rumbling volcano deep in his gut. "I'm going to throw up." The captain turned on his siren and raced to the shoulder of the freeway. Brendan was barely out of the car when his guts erupted. He felt like he was being punched under his ribs with each wave of vomit. Finally, he was able to take a deep breath. The air tasted as sweet as life as he watched a flock of birds soar into a clear blue sky. The scene brought a ray of hope. It was too beautiful a day to die. NEXT: THE PROPOSITION
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