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  • Think about taking a slow, deep breath. Don’t stop until you actually feel it enter your lungs. You should also get a public little bit of normal air to mix with the smoke.” True to her words, she took a long, slow inhale, held it in for a bit, then released it. “Like that. Okay?” “Don’t fucking call me a square.” Phil said with a little more hostility than he intended as he Teen took the blunt, and tried again. He knew the next criticism was going to be the whole coughing thing, and he already got that out of hardcore the way with his brother - he focused on taking a small hit, nothing more than he could handle, all the while making it look like he was taking a much bigger hit. It wouldn’t Big boobs have hurt to impress, right? Olivia was certainly right - it felt a lot better. The second Phil exhaled he felt his whole world light up a little bit more. Those little black spots of stars clouded his vision - the kind he was used to seeing right before he passed out as a kid. He blinked a few more times, relishing the feeling of being lighter than he felt before, and broke out into a small smile, staring at the blunt. “Damn…” he muttered, loud enough for Olivia to hear, to her amusement. “...Damn!” “Glad you came around.” Olivia replied, taking the blunt back for another smoke. The two smoked in silence for a little bit longer, eventually sitting on the snow with Phil feeling it more and more with fetish each passing minute, though he didn’t know how much of it was just a placebo, or how much of it was getting the chance to reconnect with Olivia. Again, he wasn’t sure if this was just his rush talking, but he knew it at this point - she wasn’t just challenging, she was cute. Phil had always liked the skinny modest girl look, and just as his own girlfriend had kind of nailed the look with a bit more ‘artsy chick’ and a bit more ‘prep,’ Olivia seemingly had written the book on mastering the look that drove Phil crazy. Even the warm stares she gave him while high sent a tingle down his spine. He cleared his throat, partially from it being sore from the suppressed coughs he got, partially because he knew he had to say something. “I’m, uh, sorry for how I acted.” he blurted out of nowhere. Olivia just looked at him. “You mean asking me to stop smoking?” “Well for that too, but just in general. She was a deluxe escort and Big boobs I had seen her several times. You need fetish a man in your life, even if hardcore it is for just 7 days. He finally moved to rest her down on the couch with him on top. “No!” I hissed back, “If you go to Willowbud, and she sees public what we’ve been doing… I don’t want to think about it.” But Teen with Olivia… for a submissive girl, she sure liked to initiate. Unless she is the victor in the Rape Run, she will soon be acting out their fantasies for real. “My name is Champagne, but you will continue to call me just Mistress.” I can clean out the guest room. The physician recommended that she get some rest before they use her, advising she should head to bed. I pull her by nose hook from the chair. His nail was now tickling its way along a far more intimate area, an area that in her current position was at eye level. By the by, are you both comfortable' he asked looking at them? Every moan.
  • “Um…” Tulipfall tapped her chin, then grinned evilly, “no!” “My sentiments exactly.” I chuckled, “Let’s take a leisurely walk through his territory, shall we? No need to rush.” “What about Julia’s team?” Tulipfall asked. “What are they gonna do? Limp over the wall?” I laughed. “No,” Tulipfall said, making a drum out of the top of my head, her little hands playing a disjointed rhythm, “but they could dig under it.” I stopped. Dwarves and goblins, expert excavators and miners. That crafty bitch! I stomped my foot into the rock again, my soles puncturing the earth, sending the waves deep into the bedrock. The waves bounced back, showing me a perfect image of a little, crippled dwarf industriously mining his way right beneath my citadel. A second later, the little shit was staring wide-eyed into my grinning face, pissing his trousers as his lips trembled. “Hi Bernard!” Tulipfall giggled at the boy. “Hi Bernard.” I echoed softly. Bernard blubbered as he wet himself, kicking his misshapen legs pathetically. I set the boy onto the ground, and dusted the rock shavings off his shirt. “Tell me,” I said, watching his eyes grow wide hardcore as razor-sharp rocks grew toward his belly, “where’s the rest of your team?” “Th-th-th-th-they a-a-are… th-th-th-they…” and Bernard burst into tears. I looked over my shoulder to see that Bianca was watching me with her arms crossed. So, torture wasn’t an option. I sighed, wondering how I was going to get my answers, when Tulipfall made the realization for me. “They’re in His Holiness’s land!” she gasped, “Your Holiness, if they get the flag before we do-” and she was interrupted by a loud cheer from Sister Julia’s side. A moment later, Sister Julia was standing atop my wall, her weight on one hip, the smuggest look on her face as she dangled Brandon’s flag between public her fingers. Never in my life had I wanted to hate-fuck a person more. ASTRID Below us, the gods were bickering over the rules. Mistress was outnumbered by quite a lot now, and to make matters worse, Ternia and Barkmoss had both defected to fetish Brandon’s team. That left my god with four orcs, and a very young nymph girl. I frowned, pondering exactly what it was Julia was trying to accomplish here. This game was obviously just one turn in the larger game, but I couldn’t see how beating Mistress in a children’s contest would affect Corruption at all. “I heard you put on quite the show.” Jade said beside me, flapping her wings as we circled the mall. “I always do.” I smiled at her. “You have become quite a sexually experienced woman, Astrid Skyborne.” Jade produced a small smile, “Your prowess in the brothel is almost as infamous as your skill in The Pit. Tell me, do you enjoy sex or violence more?” “They are complementary vices.” I said, “The passion before a battle is more intense because of the imminent threat, and the violence after passion is sweeter because the body has been sated.” “And the audience of both vices accentuates the experience, undoubtedly.” Jade replied, her smile quirking just a little more. “If you’re not careful, High Guard Tao, you too, might find yourself on display.” I chuckled, “Then you can tell Big boobs me how you like it.” “And I would do so without shame.” Jade swam through the air, her kimono noticeably more revealing than it had been yesterday, “It is liberating to not be bound to codes, but to the rule of a woman. I am finding that I quite enjoy Teen these physical delights. Who knows what other discoveries will open to me? What other experiences that would otherwise have been denied by the Breytan Codes? If you were to become High Guard…” “…I will not have this conversation, Jade.” I said, neglecting her honorific. She smiled that polite smile again, but was not deterred. “…if you were to become High Guard, would you rewrite the Ionan Codes to suit the desires of your god?” “The Codes are eternal.” I frowned, not liking where Jade’s questions were going. “But you have broken almost all of them.” Jade replied, “Do you still believe that they are right?” “You Breytans are a flexible bunch,” I said sharply, “but Ionans are not so easily bent. I bit my lower lip and let out a purring moan. His hips bucked as he pumped his cock into her tight fingers, and for a fetish fleeting second she thought he was producing so much, so fast, that the collection cup would overflow before the pump could suck the precious fluid down the tube into the safety of the collection bottle! “My public sorority stripped me and left me here to hitchhike Big boobs home naked” A BRA?" he scowered with a frown. All of them appeared in the palace with a convulsing and gasping Jake. Author's note: Sarah Rachael and Philip are real. She was very friendly and after telling me about the set-up she pointed out the girls changing Teen rooms hardcore and I went and got changed. I told him I am not sure, but Mandy is coming here in two weeks. I mean...” “Then why do you look so depressed?