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Oh, goddamn it; you just have to see.” Lucilla looked over her shoulder and called to the frustrated Valkyrie, “Freydis, hold up a second, Ok?” Lucilla rushed over to the newspaper booth and procured another copy, before excitedly running back over to me. The audacity Lucilla had to pretend she didn’t care about celebrity gossip was laughable; she lived for it. “Ok, full disclosure, I didn’t want you to see this before because you’re on the cover.” Lucilla whispered excitedly. She showed me the illustration, and it was blessedly erroneous. I took the leaflet from her and paged through the articles about me, frowning at the inaccuracies and gasping at some of the claims. Apparently, I was an assassin sent from an underworld cult of religious fanatics. I duel-wielded a set of holy staffs, performed exorcisms before I murdered my victims, and was on a mission to purge the elven aristocracy for killing my parents. There wasn’t anything about my exploits in Arbortus, though I doubted many people in the world knew about Passion, or her womb. “Yeah, I like their story better,” Lucilla sniggered at me, “though the drawing’s a little off. I think it’s missing something…” I glowered at Lucilla, and she hurriedly turned the pages to the sections about Angel. There was no doubt about it; that was Freydis’s amateur daughter. Clearly, someone had a lot of time to draw Astrid, and not in flattering positions. I didn’t know tabloids doubled as hardcore-porno mags in Drastin, but apparently, they did. I instinctively covered Diamond’s eyes as she peered over my shoulder, and I flipped to the next page. “That’s her manager, ‘Night Eyes,’” Lucilla said, pointing to the portrait of the white-haired nymph, her eyes black like Passion’s had been purple, “and they call that woman, ‘Death Kiss,’” she said, pointing to voyeur the succubus. japan “What?!” a voice hissed from behind us. We turned japanese around to see Flora’s face twisted in alarm, “Did you say, ‘Death Kiss?’” “Yeah,” Lucilla said, raising an eyebrow as she handed Flora the tabloid, “you know her?” Flora didn’t answer, because Flora almost fainted. Her green complexion grew ashen, her lips quivered, and her hands trembled as though stricken with Parkinson’s. Her bulging eyes filled with tears, and leaked saline droplets onto the paper as her lenses scanned the words. “Flora?” I asked, bending down to peer at her horrified face, “Are you alright?” Her head snapped up, her face changing violently to an expression of manic joy. “Tera has her!” she screamed, “By the Giver, Tera has her!” In a blur of speed that shocked me, Flora turned heel and sprinted right for Freydis. Lucilla groaned and darted after the nymph, but bless her soul, Lucilla was no athlete. Flora outpaced the elf, ran into Freydis, and opened the tabloid. I didn’t have to be a fortune teller to know what was going to happen next. Freydis snatched the magazine, brought it to within an inch of her face, widened her eyes, grabbed Flora, and then launched into the air with a mighty flap of her wings. They shrank to a dot against the blue sky, Freydis’s white span catching the sun and glinting onto the eyes of the gawking spectators. “Did I miss something?” Diamond asked. “I guess we both did,” I said, gaping at the empty sky where they just were, and then to my flustered lover, “what was that about?” “The fuck if I know,” Lucilla grumbled, “something about ‘Tera,’ whoever that is; crazy old bitch. You should’ve swallowed your pride and let Freydis swear her vows to you.” “Freydis owes me nothing,” I said, “if she wants to leave, she can. Her daughter’s wellbeing is much more important than acting as a chaperone for us.” “She was deterrent for harassment.” Lucilla frowned, eyes darting to the sides, “In case you hadn’t noticed, the wonderful people of Towerhead don’t exactly like us.” I looked around, and saw that the gawking stares the citizenry had reserved for Freydis, were now hostile glares directed at the three of us. They came from windows and thresholds, booths and foyers. The came from the dirty faces of the men who worked, the plump face of the women who washed, and the shiny faces of asian the boys who had asked for Freydis’s signature. Queenie Phan was digging into a asian salad while nodding her head to something Taylor Adair said. Her excellent taste in clothing only added to her sexiness. “Would the newcomer mind introducing herself?” I asked. My pussy felt warm. The pleasure spilled through me. It built and built. 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In search of his devious prize Yesterday would probably be the first and last time I would ever do that. Phil was jacking off so fast he could have given himself a skin burn. her fingers quickly found his cock slit and the silky hot precum began to slide onto her finger. When the young man saw japan me a big grin appeared on his face. Ed ground his sister's face into his amateur crotch, trying to get even one more centimeter inside of her. I say forced. "Come on, who didn't grow up watching Goku fight Frieza after school?"