The excitement of my spanking mixed with the bliss radiating from my ear and pussy. My hand gripped my unstrung bow. “I will.” Her blue eyes studied the vials. “Very pure.”
“Of course. For a mage of my skill, it was more of a formality. A silver ring glinted on her eyebrow as I conjured a yellow orb and hung it on the ceiling to shed light. There was no room for doubts. She patted her lap and arched an eyebrow. Such a slut! Across the river was Nevtoth, a minor Princedom sandwiched between Thosi and the wild orc lands of the northern tundra. Every time I swallowed cum it excited me. Elves taste like flowers.”
“Uh-huh,” groaned Sophia as she fell back on the bed. I had never seen such tracks before. Her heavy breasts rose beneath her robes—she was far more endowed then me. “That’s Slata, not Saphique,” Sophia said. She ate me with an eager desire. The rain started early on our march. My mouth was dry. He ripped his cock out my ass as Saoria
