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Region: Dreams of Good Hope
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 The Federation of Aerlanica | Spencer, still very much injured, was now sleeping. Little changed as he slept. At some point, Witta grasped Spencer's grimoire and tried to pry it open. Once again, the tome would not budge. An idea crossed her mind. She tapped the book onto Spencer's hand, and much to her surprise the book responded; with a careful finger, she lifted the cover slightly, revealing that Spencer's contact to it allowed it to be opened. She hesitated; it was Spencer's book, made by Iblion...there may be secrets a'plenty within, but should she? Spencer self taught himself magic from this tome, perhaps there may be something in there for her. ****** As Delegata walked out of the box she was immediately slammed up against it. Hands caressed her with ravenous lust, while Iblion's lips found their way to Delegata's. Without her warning, Iblion's mouth reached the side of her neck. Gatraka let out a particularly loud cry of agony and anguish, and Delegata could feel Iblion's form shudder with delight as he began to tear at Delegata's clothes and hair with animalistic pleasure. (Fade to black) Gatraka's screams had mostly died down to muted wimpers of agony, and Delegata was lying on her back as Iblion still caressed her. Gatraka let out a cry of pain, and Delegata felt a surge of pleasure course through her body as she remembered what had transpired between her and Iblion recently. Iblion smiled as she kissed her clavicle, then her neck. He then whispered to her ear; "See? isn't it so intoxicating hearing such pain? isnt it so..." Gatraka let out another raspy cry, causing Iblion to let out a shaky breath, "...so...perfect." He playfully nibbled on her earlobe before he returned to holding her close. "Listen to her cries...listen to them...revel in them...let them excite you." |
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