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“Especially the way you boast about your...prowess.” I caught her hand, holding it in my tight grip. “I think you know all about my prowess, sister dear.” A smile crossed her fair face. Her blue eyes twinkled. Then she glanced at the smoldering ruins of the Lodestone, one of her twin braids of blonde hair spilling over her right shoulder. The tits rubble once provided the focus for the spell which enslaved all the humans around us in the stocks, using their souls to power an army of stone soldiers. “Well, you did demonstrate it here.” Before I could answer my sister, a whimper of pain came from Aingeal, my faerie-wife. She lay nearby, her back badly burned, her butterfly wings... Las's putrid cum, but her butterfly wings were gone, destroyed by Duke Gallchobhar's magic when they dueled in the air. Kora gasped, here eyes widening in shock. We both forgot about the faerie as asian we flirted. My sister darted to Aingeal to heal her, Kora's fingers already plunging into her pussy. I groaned as my two sex slaves fell on their knees beside me, hugging me hard. “Master!” they both gasped together, their hot lips kissing my cheeks. I shuddered in delight, holding them both. They were naked, which was normal for Zanyia, a lamia slave I liberated in the same raid where I found that cursed amulet about my japanese sister's neck. The other was Nathalie, a blonde, human girl of eighteen who found rapture as my submissive lover. Zanyia's doing. The tawny-haired and petite lamia wanted to see my lusts were met, gratitude for killing her abusive master and “liberating” her. I didn't claim her as a sex slave; she insisted on being mine, giving me no choice in the matter. Then she recruited Nathalie. She purred as she licked my cheek with her rough tongue, her triangular, cat-like ears twitching as they thrust out Hardcore of her bushy hair. Her tail swished behind her. Nathalie trembled, her body also petite and girlish. The blonde, braided pigtails doctor swaying about her shoulders added to her cuteness. Aingeal let out a soft whimper, drawing my attention. “You can heal her, right?” I asked my sister, my stomach tensing. “I don't know,” Kora answered. “I've never healed such grievous wounds.” She smeared her pussy juices on Aingeal's body. “Josh. What asian else would they have to endure during the inspection she wondered? I look down at the controls to see what's making the strange beeping sound. I leaned against the door for a couple of minutes, just thinking about what I had done, it was so exciting to me. I always appreciated feedback. She realized the conical shape of her hand would not allow her to get in Hardcore doctor past the last knuckle without meeting resistance. "Can't or won't tits Mrs. C.?" She sighed, japanese her olive cheeks blushing dark. I was most disappointed when I saw that he had put his pants back on. As he got undressed and slipped into bed, he could not get his mind off of Heather. As she's walking back she smiles and looks at me with those sexy brown eyes of hers, eyes which she knows exactly how to use to her advantage.