Bradley enjoys another minute or so of your spawn's enthusiastic, yet unskilled performance, writhing and groaning unabashedly in the intense pleasure she gives him. When you give him your magical command, though, it all comes to a rather abrupt stop. The elf-blooded man rises to his feet quickly, bowling Lillian over as he moves like someone who doesn't even notice she's there. With his stiff, oiled cock still exposed, he steps forward to grab you roughly by the throat with one hand. The hardness of your skin and his lack of any exceptional strength makes it just impossible for the mortal to harm you, but for all he knows, you're just his equally mundane sister.<br/><br/>Squeezing your neck with his meager strength, Bradley holds you in place, or at least that's what he thinks he's doing. His free hand goes to cup your small breast over Astrid's shirt and clamp down on it with all the force he can muster. It's little more than a playful pinch like you, but if you were really Astrid, it'd hurt like Hell. Meanwhile, his cockhungry new pet rolls onto her knees and crawls after him like the subby bitch she is. Lillian kneels on the floor at Bradley's side, watching him rape a mirror image of her former self. The sight has her nipples diamond hard, and you'd bet your tail she's dripping wet too.