Air elementals danced around the camp, whirling hard, sending gusting winds to drive back werewolves surging at Angela. What was causing my magic to fail? Only to crumble into soft dirt as my magic dissipated. I pursued. Her bowels spasmed about my dick. The woman spoke, her words lost to the rage pounding through my veins. “Las…damn…you…pain…!”
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Thrak
I whirled, searching for the next bitch to kill, Faoril crouching behind me. Her bowels spasmed about my dick. I was a sexy, young thing who wasn’t his wife. What was going on? Why was I afraid of this? Do it, Xera.”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
I wanted to please her. They want—”
Her totems ripped out of her hands and soared up into the air, vanishing into the darkness of the towering trees. “Spirits of evocation, strike down my enemy,” I shouted. One of the faint, wispy balls shot out, knocking the dagger from flight. The werewolf I yanked off Sophia lunged from the ruins of the tent right at me, eyes full of murderous rage. The orc let out a barreling burst of anger, gaining his feet and staring with such hate at the witch. And you’re so sexy.”
“Yes,” I groaned, seizing her and kissing her hard on the lips.
