The brave party ventured into tunnels deep, away from Sun into darkness’ creep. I groaned and leaned back my head, loving the pleasure flooding through me. It wasn’t a lot of cum, but I needed any energy to fuel my magic. My breath wheezed. “Let it all out. It might have been a bird.”
“You’re not sure?”
I shook my head. “Yes,” I panted. I could think again. It warmed my belly. My fingers played faster, keeping the lust going as my singing faltered. But I could be patient. But I was an elf. Ultionae had been captured. I lead the party out of the ruins of Khan and back onto the main highway that ran through Miliiath Pass. Blood foamed at his lips. Thrak gave a grunt of appreciation as he stared at my acolyte’s naked butt. I parried with my ax and swiped at her stomach. I savored her moans of pain and the jiggle of her ass. We survived. I stood up on rubbery legs, the dildo still impaled into my spasming cunt.
