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Sven Falk
“Ava!” Kora gasped as I threw her off the bed. I pulled my right arm free, my left pinned to my body as her scales covered me. “Now don’t move,” she hissed, slithering towards me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sven Falk
The boarding house shook. The ogre let out a grunting growl. I took pride in my harem, in the women in it. I parried with my war ax, deflecting her thrust from hitting me. To crush the life from her, to feel her bones pop. “Yes, yes, my pussy’s waiting,” illusion-Zanyia yowled as she sprang out of a door right before the ogre. Her scimitar slapped down on my sword, knocking my thrust off target. Air rushed in the wake of it. I parried. My body flew, my neck straining, my teeth holding me to his body. To crush his windpipe. “Something big is stomping towards—”
A bellow shook the boarding house.
