The second figure inclined her head stiffly, a tall drow woman carrying a book that looked quite similar to Cloudberry’s, which now lay on the floor by her feet gathering ice crystals. Her eyes were a deep crimson, almost completely black and they seemed to mock anything she looked at. Her mouth was a cruel, thin line that did not smile for any tits reason. Her outfit was a black leather ensemble, all straps and harness and barely any skin coverage. Drow had no need to fear the cold, and her lithe legs with skin the colour of crushed grapes were open to the elements. Her hips were narrow, giving her a wispy and feminine silhouette. Short white hair cascaded down one side of her face, the other allure side an undercut. On her chest she wore the insignia of the drow Queen’s personal executioner guild. An assassin. As she flipped through the book with deft fingers it became clear that some of the pages were unreadable, covered in the blood of its previous owner. The commands came from the third figure, slightly smaller than the others, and plumper. Two twisted dark horns snaked out from beneath their hood and over their head, large enough to show that this must be a tiefling with many years behind them. They marched up to the dais with the statue of Cloudberry and the ornate throne, throwing off their black velvet cape and revealing a long train of thick dark hair, trailing behind them on the floor. Unlike the stoic and beanpole-like Enora, this tiefling rogue was a riot of sarcastic smiles and insolent curves. They walked with purpose, each hooved step a powerful blow, bouncing their breasts and exaggerating their wide hips. They ran a finger across Cloudberry’s back as they walked past, leaving a path in the condensation from her ass to her head, and with ceremony sat down in the throne of Just-Ice and surveyed the room. They crossed their legs, the leather of their trousers creaking, and tapped their long adorable red nails against the arm of the chair. Their skin was a deep and unmitigated crimson, the only darker patch being the lips, which were maroon like the twilight sky. Like the drow assassin, they had no need for many clothes to keep them warm. Demon ancestry gave them an inner fire that burned brightly through their veins. The cape, therefore, was for dramatic effect. They wore a simple shirt of white cotton, unbuttoned and fastened via a sash at the waist. The tiefling curled their tail elegantly around their leg and quickly surveyed perky the scene. “Well well, what do we have here?” Words dripped off their tongue like honey, sweetening the air. Their amber Hardcore eyes had fallen onto the icy statue of the frozen elf girl. Echoes of the panic and humiliation could still be seen on her face, though icicles had started to form on her hair, her neck, her breasts and her outstretched hand. The tiefling saw something glitter near the hand of the ice maiden, and cocked their head. “Enora dear, how long until you finish that damn book?” My nipples were hard and my lips were engorged. “Well then maybe we can come to an agreement. He teased my tit for a moment the withdrew back to my belly. Even as I pulled him into the cabin, I worried about his scent being left across the allure ground as I moved him. adorable “What?” my wife asked. I'll keep Hardcore 'em for the rest of my life!" What… oh, shit… my chest hurts…” At first nothing happened then the male was shocked when he felt his arm and hand move without his moving them. The sex was great...what you could remember of it. He couldn’t help himself; he began to skull-fuck his mother, slamming his cock deep into her perky willing throat. My brain had helpfully concocted exactly what was going to happen to me in there. "They're dead," the commander answered in a flat, harsh whisper. Sammy and Bobby were laying out pans of food. I want to do that to be my pussy, not her's.' “W…what?, that’s it” I began to protest. I was going to fuck my first girl. Her submission rang loud in his ears, fogging his mind to the point that he couldn't think clearly. My cock was ready to explode as I struggled out of my clothes. So I walked out on the deck, and Ashley saw me. She immediately got quiet, and then Tom saw me. He looked at me and winked, tits then excused himself. I stood up, leaving my naked princess alone in the tub. I let the illusion of myself dissolve away as the ogre smashed through the wall and tore off after Zanyia. She said to always keep it fresh and alive.. “I agree too.” Emilia said. I shoved another couple inches in. “You said to pretend I’m your boyfriend,” he whispered into her ear. She also says that she prefers them 16 or younger because they are more "malleable" and easier for her to handle, especially in group settings. The zipper rasped. "Why are you telling me this?