None could detect me when I stalked. His finger was as thick as some men’s cocks. Sex “Yes,” I panted. The wind caught her arrow, spun it around, and sent it hurtling back at Xera. The horses neighed, complaining about the pace but still steadfast and obedient to their owners. Eat me. My body trembled. I squirmed and screamed wordless praise to the mighty orc devouring my pussy. I should prepare an ampoule of Holy Milk. I occasionally caught snatches of her magic on the wind when it shifted directions. My body tense. “Slut,” hissed Angela as I buried my tongue into her tangy depths. Angela tumbled down it. She stiffened as I stabbed over and over, plunging in and ripping out my dagger, my hand growing sticky with blood. “Faoril,” I called, turning back to the rest of the party. I slipped off my horse. A warrior like you. Spittle flew from his mouth as he bellowed and swung his sword in a mighty blow. My toes curled in my shoes. Thrak fell on me. “So much dead. My eyes scanned the rolling hills. The shaman knew not to close the distance.
