“Faoril,” I gasped, my hips bucking into her pumping fingers. There was too much fun to be had. Trans porn “Please,” I moaned. We wasted most of the day waiting to talk to Saoria at the Collegiate Tower, and then she brushed us off claiming that no master mage had the time or interest in helping with my Quest. “That must be the mage that’s been harassing us.”
“A master mage?” Faoril gasped. “If we kill the mage, will that end the spell?” Xera asked. She did not first dip in ink. Fire slammed into the corpses, igniting flesh and burning along the creature. My sword swung, cleaving off the head of another man. Like a hound, she heeled me as I moved to the gangplank the sailors ran out. I found her sphincter and shoved in two fingers.
