“Especially the way you boast about your...prowess.” I caught her hand, holding it in my tight grip. “I think you know all about my prowess, sister dear.” A smile crossed her fair face. Her blue eyes twinkled. Then she glanced at the smoldering ruins of the Lodestone, one of her twin braids of blonde hair spilling over her right shoulder. The rubble once provided the focus for the spell which enslaved all the humans around us in the stocks, using their souls to power an army of stone soldiers. “Well, you did demonstrate it here.” Before I could answer my sister, a whimper of pain came from Aingeal, my faerie-wife. She lay nearby, her back badly burned, her butterfly wings... Las's putrid cum, but her butterfly wings were gone, amateur destroyed by Duke Gallchobhar's magic when they dueled in the air. Kora gasped, here eyes widening in shock. We both forgot about the faerie as we flirted. My sister darted to Aingeal to heal her, Kora's fingers already plunging into her pussy. I groaned as my two sex slaves fell on their knees beside me, hugging me hard. “Master!” they both gasped together, their hot lips kissing my cheeks. I shuddered in delight, holding them both. They were naked, which was normal for Zanyia, anal a lamia slave I liberated in the same raid where I found that cursed amulet about my masturbation sister's neck. The other was Nathalie, a blonde, human girl of eighteen who found rapture as my submissive lover. Zanyia's doing. The tawny-haired and petite lamia wanted sexy to see my lusts were met, gratitude for killing her abusive master and “liberating” her. I didn't claim her as a sex slave; she insisted on being mine, giving me no choice in the matter. Then she recruited Nathalie. She purred as blowjob she licked my cheek with her rough tongue, her triangular, cat-like ears twitching as they thrust out of her bushy hair. Her tail swished behind her. Nathalie trembled, her body also petite and girlish. The blonde, braided pigtails swaying about her shoulders added to her cuteness. My hands cupped her masturbation breasts. With the speed increased, the wind sexy in the convertible blew her shirt all over the place. “Mm, mm, your ass is fuckin' beautiful.” So I offered to blowjob drive us home. Let me create such a martial display of art and beauty today! She can’t respond, lost in her bliss. I instantly kiss back. Taylor liked the sounds of where some of this was going. Dripping from every orifice I rammed my cock in and out of her pussy, reveling in this delicious passion. All day long Bill had been holding himself in check, suffocating, suffering silently like all the other office workers in amateur the stale, musty cash operations office. He bends down anal over her and drags his disgusting tongue across her cheek.