The magma bubbled and boiled, agitated like the imps. Seize the vial. The imp kept rutting in my cunt. I wasn’t a mage any longer. If their seed falls in any pool of magma or lava, new imps are born. I gave them orders, tugging on their limbs, forcing them to swing. An imp let out a gibbering moan. And she would gather more on the day her destiny would be proclaimed. Minx darted past me, dancing with her nimble grace, a pair of knives in her hand. Would I be forced to intervene? On the bridge. “And there is no room to maneuver here. More chance to hurt my friends while saving the orc I love. His cock reached so deep into my cunt. A new awareness surged in my mind. “We’re all still up.”
“How many are there?” Sophia panted, glancing at the dead imps being swarmed by the living.
