You owe me, Justina; now tell baldy to scram! Porn sex Nartok, Heslin and M’nique had at least sixty members a piece when I was last in Drastin, and that was two-hundred years ago. I looked through Justina’s eyes, and saw the Sentient staring back at me, a perplexed look on her ethereal face. She finally relented, reached into her pouch, and pulled out a set of frayed documents that looked hundreds of years old. “I’m a mother now.”
“Are you?” Gloria said, displaying a delighted smile whose sharp fangs turned it into a predatory grin. To most, it would seem an unimportant feature of an unimportant dead-end, but a knowing eye would spot the spiraled symbol carved into the flagstone next to the door. I waited for what felt like an eternity, and nothing continued to happen. “Hello Gronk,” I smiled easily to my old comrade. My conscience battled with my pleasure, creating a duality of shame and indulgence, but oh gods, the shame made it better! “Holy shit,” Gloria gasped, climbing up my body and laying her head on my heaving chest, her red eyes staring their adoration, “I forgot what it was like to lay with divinity.”
“Hey Gloria?” I said, feeling memories and thoughts rearrange in my head.
