Kyle smiled at his harem. Water guided Makerah’s attack from Kyle’s flesh. Mindy pressed into Fatima’s back, sliding her hands around to dip between Fatima’s thighs. A daughter to serve Kyle’s heir. She was a twisted crone, full of bile and hate. He was so handsome. They cast fearful glances at the half-molten spot where Makerah had been consumed. Britney couldn’t resist taking a swipe with her tongue, savoring Phillipa’s tart pussy. Aaliyah kept on the pressure, forcing her will harder and harder at the goddess. He hurtled a piece of stone at Makerah, slamming into the Marid. Power radiated from him. Fumi slipped up and took his other hand. Her husband was dying, and she would use up every last ounce of strength she had to see him defeated. No drafts squeezed in to stir the air for her.
