The simulacrum writhed beneath me. Pleasure sparked. xvideo Eight priestesses waited for me, each had a pierced nipple and her belly piercings decorated. “Quiet, whore,” Angela shouted. I clenched down on the thrusting cock, drinking in all the sensations. “I lost it.”
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Journeyman Mage Faoril
The possessed Angela struggled against my magic. I would be made whole in Allenoth. It was far slower than the frantic beat humans had when they were active. A shudder washed through me. I will live again. I had lost my connection to my Goddess. “Oh, you love my cock, slut,” hissed the karabasan. Hot, sticky, nasty cum. There Angela would be fixed, and then we would continue on the quest like nothing ever happened. I shuddered as Angela’s strong hands flipped me over onto my stomach.
