“How did you do that?” Fumi asked; she smelled so wonderful. Porn vedio Christy’s chants grew louder, more confident. They were going too fast. She even orgasms when I cum in her mouth.”
“And it doesn’t kill him,” Fumi pointed out. She pointed at the cabin. Britney leaped past him at the witch, katar flashing like sunlight on a rippling lake, striking straight for the coffee-skinned witch’s heart. I’m Jade, she’s Celestite,and that’s…” she swallowed, glancing at the corpse of Rashawn Underhill. “Please don’t kill me.”
“Kyle,” Britney purred, her voice thick and husky. “He dispelled my glamour.”
Was that panic in their voices? “rage…”
“Your rage is spent. “HATE! Another arrow embedded in the shaggy beast’s shoulder. I can smell the pheromones you are exuding.”
Fumi’s face paled. The bear bellowed, dirt furrowing as it locked its forepaws and tried to stop its momentum. Christy was losing, but she kept chanting, sweat beading her forehead as she strained to pacify the spirit. “Ishtar, calm this Spirit of Rage,” she chanted, rainbow light flashing about her. Two other crystal’s glowed on his desk—Shadow and the Vicar—the other members of his coven.
