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<blockquote class="quoteContainer"><div class="quote">Faint purple runes would begin to glow just above her pelvis as she'd tap into her sorcery, concentration hardly existed on her mind that was drowning in the debauchery to the point she had to her surprise gotten submissive. Not an issue to her yet, if anything it'd serve to feed her trick. Her moans into the breasts only kept intensifying with each dive by the large fingers sliding in and out of her. Grinding now her hips forward back almost beggingly for more especially with the exit of the troll's fingers, leaving her shuddering and spilling nearly like a waterfall from her womanhood.<br/>
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Eagerly she nodded over and over all the while her drinking and bites got more ravenous to show this. As the surprise came though she had to let go to let out a loud high pitched cry of arousal, the caverns of her nethers hugged her fingers tightly upon entering again.<br/>
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Right then above her dripping netherlips flesh would start to extend forward and form into a long thick shaft accompanied by a pair of balls. Its tip already glistening with liquid and pulsing as it would brush against the troll's belly upwards. Xanir's head swayed slightly in a drunken haze when looking up again to her current mistress, smiling sweetly and sly. "The ride is here.. my dear queen.." She whispered while one hand began to stroke her daunting length.</div><div class="quoteExpand quoteCut">Click to expand...</div></blockquote>
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</div><i>As her twinned fingers kept up their bombardment, ravaging her tunnel of sensitivity and juices, Zakizi grinned as she purred with content, reducing the hungry elf to a seemingly quivering pet, hooked on her milk like a love-drunk addict. Watching the glow of purple magic, not too different from her own weaving of spells, she'd keep up her efforts, much to Xarin's heavy amusement.</i><br/><br/><i>Watching ever more curiously, she'd see the purple magic pulse below, the length that began to form caused her pulse to quicken and inhibitions to lower even further.</i><span style="color: #bfbfbf">"My, My...Ya been hidin' dis from me? How could ya do such a ting..."</span>.<i>With a mischievous grin, she would shift herself to wedge the growing elven length to slip between her cleavage, before giving the elf a wink.</i><span style="color: #bfbfbf">"Ya may want tah take advantage of the situation...and plow yaself into dis valley".</span><i>She'd groan as she felt the tip bump her collar, very close to the pendant, now out of her concern or care.</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>