Her climax. This was why I was here: to be her muse. To help her create beauty.
My pussy and asshole writhed about the dicks filling my holes. Sven groaned into the kiss. Ava gasped atop me. The princess rammed her wooden cock deep into me. It spurted cum. Her real body twitched beside us, small tits jiggling on the edges of my vision.
"So good!" Ava moaned. "Gods, this is so good! Oh, Sven, cum in her pussy!"
Sven groaned into our kiss. His strong hands squeezed my hips. His tongue thrust into my mouth as he bucked up, driving his cock deep into my spasming cunt. Then he groaned. His cum fired into me.
I shuddered at this moment of completeness. This wondrous moment of joy as Ava's and Sven's cocks filled my asshole and pussy with their jizz. I squeezed my eyes shut and melted into the joy of Sven's harem.
Outside, a woman screamed.
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Aingeal
I chortled as I winged through the skies over Az, such excitement trembling through me. I savored how utterly naughty I was today. That one guy couldn't understand why his cock would go soft right before entering his prostitute and another screamed so loudly when he thought she turned into a spider while he was dick-deep in her. He ran shrieking out of her room and then ran down the street, his britches still bunched around his ankles.
He made good speed despite that.
The boarding house loomed ahead. I shivered in anticipation. The light flickered in our window. I knew my family was already writhing in passion. A wicked idea popped into my head. I could play a prank on them. What should it—
Shadows engulfed me.
The world vanished in a tide of inky darkness.
I screamed. My hands clawed at my face. My wings beat faster as my entire body spasmed. Cold pumped through my veins as my hands rubbed at my eyes, trying to wipe away what covered my face. Nothing. There was nothing on me.
What was going on. Someone had—
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Zizthithana
I smiled as the faerie's flight went erratic, my shadows wreathed about her face. She careened off to the right, her wings fluttering. My mirth turned into vicious glee, a sibilant hiss pouring from my lips, as she crashed headlong into the side of a building and dropped out of sight. I heard the thud of her landing in the yard. An owl hooted, disturbed by her impact.
The ogre Gor let out a wicked, rumbling laugh. Then he asked, "Fuck faerie?"
"You know who you're supposed to fuck and kill." I pointed at the window. I'd spent the last two days watching Sven and his harem as we skulked in Az, using my shadows to conceal us. Planning. Studying. Waiting. No mistakes. "Go!"
Gor roared and charged forward, the shadows melting off his flesh, unveiling the ogre's monstrous form. Antrevia, his sadistic handler, raced after him. I shivered, my tongue flicking out into the air. I slithered out of them, eager for the carnage to begin.
Eager to recover that Las-damned amulet.
To be continued...
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