It nestled in the palm of her hand. Why didn’t I make more. I sat on the bed, leaning over to look at him. “He is insatiable tonight.”
“Guys always enjoy watching girls snowball cum,” Faoril grinned. Could she bless my bow? “Exorcised,” Sophia answered. How did they survive the frigid winters? “He used what he dubbed a phylactery, a container that held his soul when he died.”
Faoril paused and then opened a pouch. Serisia let out a howl. I stood on the hilltop where Angela and her band had made their camp. “The elf.”
My eyes were drawn to Xerathalasia. Her face appeared familiar. Eat my pussy, Thrak. She glared at me as I sent a wind whipping at her to bind up the bitch. She straightened, wiping at her reddening eyes. “He used what he dubbed a phylactery, a container that held his soul when he died.”
Faoril paused and then opened a pouch.
