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The pressure shot down to my balls. I shouldn’t be surprised that the power-mad man would work with the foul things. Pornhat Zanyia, meanwhile, busied herself rimming Carsina’s asshole. “Besides, what can your father throw at us that we couldn’t handle?”
“A company of a hundred soldiers,” I muttered. We’ll move fast. I flexed my fingers, feeling them stiff with the leathery hardness of my new exterior. “Yes, yes, yes!” Aingeal moaned as Ealaín fucked her hard from behind. A mother. There were so many dead. I broke her pussy in for you.”
Chapter Thirty-Three: Priestess’s New Master
Sven Falk
“How kind of you,” I said to Aingeal, pussy cream dripping from her gray dildo. “Krab, accept Master Theophil into your apprenticeship,” Carsina prayed as she knelt before it. Zanyia’s tongue fluttered around my nipple. “We have to pass by Echur to reach the Altar of Souls.”
“North of it, actually,” he said. The sapphire tinging her pale skin gave her such an exotic cast to her delicate face, her cheekbones fragile and graceful. “Master!” she gasped, her mouth opening wide. I hammered her hard and deep. “Rithi’s keen eye!” groaned Ealaín. The sapphire tinging her pale skin gave her such an exotic cast to her delicate face, her cheekbones fragile and graceful. My beige fingers dug into her bluish flesh. It sounded like it. My sister stood by Ealaín, a perplexed look on Kora’s face. A wash of sounds—merchants hawking wares, the buzz of conversation, the hoot of an owl, the grinding of the wooden wheels of push carts rolling over cobblestone—drifted over me.