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“Right,” I growled. I had to get my all women to safety. Kora shoved her fingers between her thighs, rubbing at her pussy, gathering her sexual juices to use in her divine magic. The ogre drew back his club to sweep through the room. Anyone hit by that weapon... “We'll distract him, Master!” Zanyia hissed, leaping on the floor, her tawny hair flying behind her. I shifted my short sword to my left hand then hefted Ava's body. The princess lay limp in my arm as her feyhound form bounded between the creatures legs. The brute raised a foot and slammed it down to crush her. She pov leaped clear. The room shook. I threw Ava's naked body over my shoulder, gripping her legs to my chest, her arms dangling behind me. “Greta, Nathalie!” “M-Master?” Nathalie asked, tears falling down her face. “Come on!” I snarled. “Follow me right now, slave!” “Y-yes, Master!” she gasped. Her body, trembling, frozen hardcore by fear, snapped into action. She pulled Greta to her feet, holding the princess's bedmaid. “Come on, Master needs us to act.” “M-Master?” Greta gasped, her large breasts swaying as the room shook.
That is was actually hard to see that it was Ronja bound hardcore on the bed, but Maria was perfectly oriented for the camera with a wild crazy look in her eyes. "GO ON - SWING BATTER" she yelled as she shook her heavy boobs back and forth while Sonja used both hands to swing the leather paddle. I started it today. I kissed and told her to relax, and as Taylor stopped pushing on me, I felt she must be trying to relax, but could see she still had her eyes closed. My hands pov gripped my wet cock and stroked at maximum speed. Where were the miniskirts?
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Looking around she knew where she was, though everything seemed foreign and distant to her. pov "I would think this would be the last place he would be," Viola stated as she clutched Arthur closer to her. "As I said before, Art may be a lot of things, he is a creature of habit. This is and was his whole world. I am sure he will have a very difficult time walking away from it," Mercy said a small smile lighting up her face. As they entered the doors, several large men calmly walked to them. The lead man was about to speak when Mercy shook her head no. "Yes ma'am," the man said as he turned to talk to the others with him. Both females stood there a moment as the lead man continued then turned toward them. Nodding, he then bowed moving aside. Viola's mouth dropped open. "How did you accomplish that?" Mercy's smile widened as she leaned close. "What? You think he has all the magic? No, my dear, he has the biggest part, I do many things that help him in the background. I prefer it much more, it makes my job far hardcore easier." Viola's eyes grew wider as a greater, new found respect for the woman started to grow within her. They took an elevator to the top floor a great many people bowing to them as they passed, moving down the corridor. The whole time Mercy was smiling, with a nod to each that they passed. Viola tried not to question 'til they moved to the same door that she'd been to earlier. Stepping in she half expected them to be questioned, then was further amazed when they were quickly ushered into Art's office. Taking a seat, Mercy patted the seat next to her causing Viola to sit with Arthur in her lap. They had been there for nearly an hour having already had a cup of hot chocolate when Mercy looked up. "Ah! Here he comes. Now dear please be prepared, even I can not predict his reaction to the news," Mercy told Viola, giving a nod toward an almost asleep Arthur in her lap. Viola sat up as she started to feel the approaching magic. There was a whoosh as a spot of light appeared then grew, 'til thirty seconds later Art was standing before them. Looking around he saw both of the females sitting in his office, though why they had a small boy with them was beyond him. "So, they have drafted you to try and convince me also." Shaking his head no, Art continued, "Not going to happen mother, not in this lifetime anyway. Perhaps the next life, when family is important, but not this one." "Still as hard headed as always," Mercy said with a smile. "Now then," Mercy said, suddenly turning serious, causing Art to back up sitting with a thud in his chair. "You know very well that I DON'T do anything, I do not want to. Let's be clear on this, I was the one who started all this. I was the one who noticed that your father..." "Father?! FATHER!! Try to get that old, worn out, piece of sh..., sorry Mother. Convince that tired old man that I am his son. That was all I ever wanted, all any son ever wants from his father. Just a little pride, warmth, perhaps affection? No Mother, I got none of that from him. Perhaps, if I had, things might be different now? I seriously doubt it, I don't think there was ever any love in him, for me his son, in all sense of the word," Art said spitting the words. "ART! Enough!" Viola suddenly said having heard enough from the man who meant more to her than any other. “Ooh? She opened a bag and dug out some things from it and plopped it down on the couch and told me to get "dressed." Fucking hell! They locked eyes signifying her total control, and Michael grunted as he began to release his warm cum into John's mouth. He'd knocked up two girls last year, his cousin Melody and this girl named Pam. Standing, she went back to the living room and stared at the mess for a hardcore little longer pov before kneeling. They sat and drank their coffee and watched TV as if I was not in the room. “Well, first off I think I need something to drink. I couldn't help but let my hands begin to explore them. Trish said, and then stood back up straight, turned around to face Bill, with her bare shaved "little girl-looking" pussy mound right in front of his face, and she added, "Well, come on, you silly goose.