I no longer felt it, but just the things I did with my father, letting him debase my body, made me feel so dirty. So soiled. In my mind, I saw him now as this insectoid thing. On me. Pumping away at me. Violating me. I whimpered. My hands tightened on the crystal hammer. Carsina placed a hand on my shoulder, squeezed. “Mistress, you have to work the Altar. Do you feel it? Does your soul want to sink into it?” I glanced over at her. She stared at me with those ruby eyes. She gave me a comforting smile, nodding her head. She was right. I had to destroy it. I had to ignore my family's plight and focus my thoughts on the altar. On activating the power and destroying the amulet. A great, almost feminine roar, echoed up the hill. Zanyia As we descended the hill, we spread out from each other. My tail swished as the Paragon and the bug-thing moved up the hill faster. The soldiers formed up at the base, gripping reins, their armor flashing. The robed man at the center lifted something to his mouth, tilting his head back like he was drinking something. Aingeal, flying above us, asked “What is that bug thing?” I shuddered and formed indian my twin katars out of the leather straps of my armor wrapped around my body. “It's ugly.” “It's Prince Meinard,” Sven growled. I could hear the hatred in his words. I hissed, amateur staring down at the man who had tried to turn his daughter into his whore, to breed her. He put that spell on her, inflamed her lusts until she couldn't resist surrendering her body to him and fucking him. “I will take asian the Paragon, Sven,” Ealaín said. Master nodded, his eyes focused on the transformed prince scurrying up the hill. I could feel his eagerness to fight the thing. To kill it. This was the man who murdered his parents, his sister, who turned his betrothed into a whore. “Gut him, Master,” I said. “So I'll take on all the soldiers. Oh, one more thing how many people do you have working?” Yes, Carly thought, we definitely need a party. I heard the camera clicking again and turned to see that Ryan was pointing the camera at my butt. Once Jake came along, Chloe and I were even more strictly business than before. "Too late for that," she scoffed. My cum hosed Jim's chest amateur as he sucked my pussy. That bastard that sits on the throne, is just as bad. “What now?” “But our asian night's not done.” You boys will be in and out in no time. The Look I would be social with him, occasionally have lunch with him, and of course, try to help him to not get caught all the time. She blushed redder that when she asked to indian rim me sober. "What?" I only hope he’ll remember that he promised to come and see us later.