Black Morass mujhe chod ke, mujhe chod ke

nahin, he was too old for this shit. he began to back away from the massive woman—who, upon closer examination, was quite enormous, bigger than most wolves around. she could grind him into a pulp if she wished. . .and it was clear that her wishes lay along those lines.

i'll go, aditya assured her, still annoyed but trying to smooth things over. avoiding a tumble into the swampy water, he side-stepped, crablike, keeping one wary eye trained on the movement of her paws. i want no fight with you.

would she advance once more? he drew in a breath, committing her scent to memory. he'd avoid it like the plague. kutiya, he thought, barely resisting the impulse to curse aloud.