The snow elves fought back with gruella tactics, collapsing their tunnels and crushing their spider-mounts. Now Cloudberry had passed her 124th birthday, and lived 123 years of her life under war. And she was ready to end it. After joining the mage-scouts she gained proficiency as a mage, bending the harsh elements of the snow kingdom to her will. She had devoted her entire life to protecting her Brutal kith and kin, never looked up from her books or rested for longer than a night of sleep. She never had time for friends, for play or for… love. Word had spread of a Drow artefact which, if obtained, could turn the tide of war. And she was going Daddy to be the one to find it. The harsh cold bit at the exposed part of her face. It had been hours since she has felt the tip of her nose. The blizzard continued to rough howl around her face, whipping the fur on her hood and threatening to tear it off her head. She had dressed warmly in several long robes, and as she trudged through the snow the colours of her many layers swirled around her ankles. “It should be somewhere around… here.” Her daughter foot touched ice beneath the snow, and for a moment the flurry cleared and she was able to see that she was standing at the edge of a large, iced-over lake. With a few deft movements her snowshoes were replaced with ice skates, her trailing robes tied up around her waist like a multicolour sash. She took a moment to brush the snow off the page of the open book she was carrying, revealing a map with faintly glowing outlines (and a glowing dot, marked ‘me’), before closing it with a sharp thump and setting off over the ice. The wind tried to blow her off course, but she was a seasoned skater and her forward crossovers kept her from losing momentum and veering too sharply aside. Eventually her goal appeared through the dazzling white – an island, and on it, a weather-beaten ruin of an ancient temple. A Drow temple. It was a small, square construct barely larger than her room back at the mage’s keep. One wall was practically missing, and young the remains of tree roots, long-dead from the harshness of the climate, clung to the remaining walls and trailed across the floor. The sound of the howling wind was muffled in here, and it felt eerily quiet. She could clearly hear her breath for the first time in days, and her heartbeat. It took only a moment to locate the trapdoor and clear away the brittle roots enough to open it. And honestly, she didn’t know who she was messing with. Sometimes, I never heard from them again after I nudged them into incest. Daddy I guess the interview rough is over then, Nina?” All she wanted was to give and receive pleasure. I woke up in the morning with Lexi spooning me with her boobs scraping my back and my ass nestled against her wonderful pussy. Louise was about 45 years old, with brownish hair that was beginning to Brutal gray. He waited until the next day before pleading again with Verity to give him daughter a break but the girl laughed, “You be at the orgy tomorrow because I’ve got another young idea.” It was darkening, actually taking physical form. “As long as he’s paying.” “Oh, nothing. stretching and injections.