He could see the farms, lush green crops growing. She watched him intently. The bird had been fried to perfection, and Jason enjoyed far more of it than his younger companion. Iberian couldn’t help but wonder, were they lovers? “Make homes for them.” He smiled at him. He wanted the sweet meat between her legs, he wondered how tight it would be when he plunged his cock into her virginal pussy. “Jason and I have planned a picnic today.”
“Is this the day?” he asked her. Her beauty struck him, norms were so smooth and soft. Jason would be a good catch, a good provider. Erin could feel her legs and arms again. “I don’t care,” he said, thick globs of thick spit fell from his mouth covering her face. Still, he wanted to revenge Barbella, she had borne him five offspring. He smiled at the boy, knowing how the boy was both horrified and enthralled by what happened. By the time the progeny turned eight, they would begin to feed on their mothers, then wander the earth seeking more Prey. A breed of human evolved, you could no longer call them human. Later that night he heard the searchers below, looking for the couple.
