With the time after death, beyond the beginning of life when finding those who died, between looking for those people who fit that description, when thinking about their strengths, even those that were their most vivid.
So, now, the greatest detective in the world, even though he was in the midst of his negotiations, his travels, even with the same outings, which he was on at that time, informing that his secrets and mysteries, that time, with each of his loves, Now that he had great power.
Even now, when he found out when those who sought justice and revenge, the dead and their signs returned to the world of the living, they sought his help, there was that time, part of him, part of his DNA, so since he always thought to be that she used to admire fairy tales, from horror to mysteries.
those who died before had no meaning, it didn't mean he wasn't murdered, it meant he wasn't found, what happened between the stakes, where he put everything there.

Chronicles And Tales From Witches And Demons In Crimson

She was looking directly into the mirror and saw hickey marks on her neck and taking off her robe throwing it on the floor angrily saw her neck nipples with bite marks. 


He was worrying about the hickeys coming down but his hips had the exact shapes of the demon's fingers plus the trail of semen running down his thighs on the inside his own cock was red and sore from the stimulation of hours of sex. 


Kurama felt his ass sore and turning in the full length mirror he realized that in the midst of the sperm lines there were circular marks on his ass, that wasn't going to stay like this, he hated marks, Battle scars were enough, but that was too much and still so his aching anus stung and burned like hell he couldn't even touch it. 


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