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“You dwarf, travel with interesting folk.” </i><br/>Dottie smiled brightly as her mind began to race to a thousand possible results this extraordinary meet would bring. She'd met hags before, and they weren't the nicest of creatures. Loathsome about men, born and bred in a true matriarch family, the only chance of survival her group had was mostly Dottie's lack of a cock.<br/><i><br/>
“I hope you don’t mind if my daughter have a little fun. Feel free to join in if you like. I’d prefer if this didn’t end in violence.”</i>The Dwarven woman eyed the hag up and down, whilst checking out the actions her groupmembers were doing under the influence of the hag's magic. She couldn't help but groan at the sight of the bulging package of her orcish friend. That could have been hers if this witch hadn't interfered with her visions of perfect whores. She could almost feel her wet cunt twitch at the sight of Grummush' cock springing free from his britches, increasing the aching hunger that rumbled between her legs. The unsurprising sight of the elven' womans cock wasn't unpleasant either, but Dottie shook her head and focused back onto the task at hand. She needed to know if these witches were a danger or not. Some Hags tend to take the phrasing of the consumation of the flesh quite literally.<br/><i><br/>
“You and your friends are free to leave whenever you want, though it doesn’t seem to me that they want to.” </i><br/>Finally Dottie opened her mouth to speak back at the woman, as she took a seat across from the leader of this particular coven.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0080">"You and me both know what it is that makes them not want to leave. And it's not just the dripping wet cunts of your lovely offspring, 'mam." </span>Dottie pointed out the flaw in her threathless remark. However, she did take out her whetstone and began sharpening her axe whilst continuing on with her conversation.<br/><span style="color: #ff0080"><br/>
"Velvet voices and voluptuous bodies won't entrance me. You've noticed that much. The interesting friends I've been travelling with, well, men never have been the strongest of mind when confronted with otherworldly beauty. Especially not if they're paired with a magically enhanced dose of lust. The "ending" you speak off however, is what concerns me the most. You do not want violence, but those of your kind I've encountered before weren't the most peaceful of mind either. Before I indulge you in why me and my group has ended up here, please, indulge me about what it is that you want from us? And, if I may be so frank, could you conjure up some sort of tea? I've heard that cave-hags were especially gifted in making extraordinary tea, and dear me, I could use a cuppa!"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>