It was over, this guy was going to punch her in the face and that would be the last thing she ever felt. She opened her mouth to get one last quip in, and then a strong, thick, pink rope of muscle appeared around his wound back arm. It looped around twice and yanked him back, so hard that he spun around. Mara? Impossible. Sam rubbed her eyes and took in her savior, it wasn’t the purple Demon. ---xxx--- Brian wasn’t prepared for what waited beyond the door. He saw Sam, holding her wrist and hunkered down in the corner, he saw Sebastian, spinning and crashing over the bed and onto the floor. Then he saw Abby, beaten, bruised, with messy hair and glasses askew, indian and standing tall with two pink tentacles sprouting from her shoulder blades, and an empty potion vial at her feet. She was topless, her shirt torn from the tentacles, but no less stoic, her small body triumfant above the giant one on the floor. “Abby!” he did his best to shout her name, then his vision went black. When he came back to reality she was leaning above him with a beautiful, very concerned face. “Pull it out,” was all he could say before he slipped back out of consciousness. ---xxx--- Did he just pass out? Sam stood and quickly found her dagger, she racked her brains for a spell. Abby saw Brian, and her heroic pose melted. She rushed over and knelt at his side. Sam tried to speak a spell and yell at Abby to pay attention at the same time, her words came out garbled. Fuck, Sebastian was getting back up from the floor. Abby used one of her new tentacles as a tourniquet, and wrapped the other around the wooden bolt in amateur Brian’s leg. Was she really playing medic now? Sam finally managed to get out a spell, a localized version of their wet dream enchantment. Maybe she could put Sebastian to sleep. But before she got a chance to try, a sharp hissing sound stole her attention. Sebastian had thrown something that looked like a large, white, plastic grenade into the middle of the room, and it was rapidly leaking white vapor. She had about a three seconds to worry if it was tear gas before the entire motel room was foggy. She squinted and tried to keep her eyes on Sebastian through the fog. No, not tear gas. It was… something else. She felt weak asian at the knees, her spell seemed to slide away from her aura. With every breath she felt sleepier, and less magical. Holy water, she realized, it was vaporized holy water. ---xxx--- The gut-wrenching pain brought him back. Again I cried out in terrible asian pain there as at the same time his fingers worked my sex. “Look at me.” She said. She rubbed again and was met with another twitch, so she began to rub repeatedly, up and down. The effect was stunning, not only did the hair attract me I couldn’t see any disturbance in smooth fabric caused by panties. “Faye… honey are you okay?” Candice looks up startled but sees me in my naked glory, “Come join us, indian she says. “She just sucks her big futa-sister's dick,” said another girl. She quickly pulled the hem down again to its still indecent length, giving him a dirty look. She bit her lip with a moan as he entered her, his cock pushing into her sticky hole, arching her back as he began steadily pumping away at her. “Aw, ok...Cheri.” He said. This seemed amateur to cure this little girls curiosity and she went on back to bed, here was I standing there with Justin my underwear on talking to the young daughter of the woman that I hadn’t known but a little over three weeks. I told you that story when we passed his room, after something around the fifth time we fucked.” "Tammi talked me into it! He moved to my waist and wrapped his arms around me, touching my belly under my shirt. Steve: No, I was going to get something shortly. Rarely was a theme repeated.