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 japanese shoulder. The 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 asian 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 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 lick knees beside me, hugging me hard. “Master!” they both Hardcore gasped together, their hot lips kissing my cheeks. I shuddered in delight, holding them doggystyle 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 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 then began to tell me how much she had missed me over the years and her relationship with her mom had deteriorated. It tasted the same but different. Nothing makes a man feel more virile than a beautiful woman by his side whom he has shaped, quite literally judging from the new bodies some of you have, into his ultimate fantasy. “No, but Monday morning, early, maybe 9-ish.” japanese Jack was perturbed that his owner would Hardcore not get up and play asian with him so he began to lick her face again. “W-want what,” she moaned, her rocking increasing. I hated being in second place behind you. I stepped under the spray, leaning my head back to soak my hair. Unbuckling her matching bra. He remembered a clit and moved up and then his tongue touched that little tip that changed Sarah's sound one octave up and couple notches up. Luck happens. I can, if I want to, remove the device and let your useless cock survive safely." “Master, see, see, my mom's hot!” Melissa shouted, leading an older, but still sexy, Black doggystyle woman towards me. There was no mistaking that the naked, curvy, busty woman was Melissa's mother. Then lick I stumbled back, panting.