A succubus’s natural beauty meant she never wanted for the necessities, but our station had a very low rough ceiling, and I’d just shattered it. “Yes, Mister…?” I asked, acting as though I’d forgotten the man’s name, just to rub the Oral Sex salt a little more. “ Doctor Tanner,” the flustered man replied, “and I have the triage report.” “Thank you, Mister Tanner.” I said, hiding a grin as I snatched the clipboard from his hand. The diagnoses and their severity were listed in precise , with annotations purposefully meant to be condescending. Mycobacterium Leprae infection, priority one. (His skin is bad). Yersinia Pestis infection, priority one. (He hurts from the butt inside). Femoral spiral fracture, priority three. (He’s got a boo-boo on his leg). “Thank you for simplifying the report for His Holiness; I’ll make sure to mention you by name, Doctor Tanner.” I laughed as the man paled, and I turned Ursa away. Angela was not facing any kind of prejudice, partly because she was wearing the body of a new species, and partly because she was the “daughter” of a god. She lounged in King Yandon’s camp, enjoying massages from a dark young man who probably had a name you had to roll your “r” to say correctly. “Don’t give me that look.” Angela grinned lazily up at me, “I didn’t promise King Yandon anything; I just hinted Bubble Butt that maybe “Mother” would accept his audience.” “You’re supposed to be helping me organize the patients!” “Oh, I’m not good at any of that.” Angela sighed, adopting a posh accent that sounded strikingly like Lucilla’s, “And besides, the esteemed daughter of divinity need not burden herself with the concerns of lowly subjects, especially those from lesser gods.” Angela smirked evilly from Diamond’s lips, then rested her head into her arms. “Lower, Fernando... a little lower… that’s it. ” I was about to order Ursa to drag Angela up by her antlers, when a sound stopped me. A deep, thunderous horn boomed from the west, and echoed through the man-made canyons of Drastin. All eyes turned upward, squinting against the sun. Two dark clouds rolled across the harbor, only the clouds were moving too fast, and against the wind. ASTRID My head spun so fast my neck Brutal cracked. I lay on the bed and looked at the men and panted, "Anyone rough want seconds?" My ex-husband was a controlling person, he needed to have things done his way on his schedule. I winked at him, realizing I'd Bubble Butt said that more than once or twice butt in the last few weeks, then fished through his briefcase until I found the right tickets and bailed through the sliding glass doors. I then saw he had an erection. {Just how long were we in there? Still nothing. Her nipples hard as two small pebbles and her jiggly ass in that small bikini which was practically invisible was Oral Sex permanently printed in his head. I was thinking also that the girls would be on the heavy side. I let go of the wall, and we swam to the Brutal stairs. Mitch figured if a girl were stripped and raped there would a full police investigation. "You like that huh?" you ask.