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"F-Fuck...Fuck us! That's right, We're going to...ooh!" Eran feels her pussy clamp down on him, body hot beneath his fingers as she cums. She pants hard in the aftermath, totally oblivious to the elf lining himself up with her ass. "You think you can go aga- WAIT WHAT ARE YOU-" The queen's...

"You could come to the master chamber with me..." Reuger suggests, rubbing his shoulder slightly, but not offput.

"The smell of piss. You really are a romantic, aren't you?" Lyudmila's pout becomes a little more exaggerated and she crosses her arms in front of her - though since she's wearing only lingerie, the movement only has the effect of highlighting further her already impressive chest. "Maybe you...

As Wendigo ascends the stairs, he hears the pair behind him. Benson calls his wife a whore, (correctly) accusing him of fucking another man. Maria can't hear him, but lets out a stream of invective directed at him as if she can. Witch raises an eyebrow. "Happy couple..." She mutters. Checking...

"Hehe, I think she may have played something of a prank on you." Reuger chuckles softly as he laces up his hose. "It's alright - there shouldn't be many servants in the halls at this hour. They'll be in the feast hall serving the guests." He places his hands on her shoulders - making it clear he...

The queen's folds are damp with dew, coating his tongue with her pleasant flavour when he brings his fingers up for a taste. He hears her sigh musically at his intrusion. "We hope you will prove...ooh...sufficient..." She grunts softly as he lines himself up with her entrance. "Should you fail...

"My kingdom!" She promises. "The ruins...The humans should never have found the crown jewels..." Her voice is a low grunt. "What do you want? The souls of my comrades? Living descendants? Tell me what you want!" She demands, voice strained by stress and frustration.

The ghost hisses softly. Reuger caresses Claudia softly. "Come now, my darlings, let's not spoil the mood. I'm sure we'll find another host. Slowly, the ghost seems to relent.

"You should have led with the criminal organisation. You got me all worked up at the thought of going to a Western disco..." The thief-turned-agent pouts softly. The expression is slightly juvenile but with her soft looks turns out to be quite attractive. "Huh..." Her expression shifts to...

"I would be closer... Within you..." The ghost's voice whispers. "A passenger, nothing more, so that we might enjoy each other wherever..."

"Your spell is pathetically weak." She announces in her regal tone, gazing up at him. "We can feel the sickness within us, only growing despite your efforts. We demand you use stronger magics or techniques - unless you're not capable of it..."

"Do you believe We would do such a degrading thing as removing our own clothes?" Her majesty turns around, as Eran wonders if she was joking about that or not. "Remove our dress and take the greatest care in placing it down on the dresser behind you." The laces are a nightmare - he guesses more...

"It's open." Olena hears through the door as she reaches the 7th floor of the commie bloc neighboring her own. Opening the door, the Vixen sees a finely decorated apartment in the same style, and on a chair by the bed, sits Lyudmila amidst a pile of clothes that she seems to be trying on. "So...

"I...aahhhn...can imagine." The queen coos softly. "W-We can imagine." She corrects herself quickly as she realises her mistake. Eran feels her pert little nub between his phantom fingers, hears her heart beat faster. He knows after a near death experience, many will seek solace in the arms of...

"Of course, of course. As you like it." Reuger strokes her flesh softly. "Everything will be done by the proverbial book." He assures her, and she believes him - after all, if his goal is to use her to expand his lands he can't have anyone challenging the veracity of his marriage. "I will not...

"We are sure, ooh... You are missing her greatly..." The queens cheeks grow rosy as Eran continues to grope her, feeling dampness between her legs with his external stimuli. "It must be lonely to be in a foreign land without your woman's company."

Her majesty graces him by standing without a complaint, her breath hitching slightly as she feels the phantom hands on her body. Unsurprisingly, he gets no hint that she's injured or that the poison touched her, but it's always worth it to be thorough, right? "You have, ahem..." The queen...

"We've put her in a state apartment not far from yours. You can go see her in person and brief her." Mama nods her head softly. "I'll give you a call when we've prepped your transport to Berlin. Hopefully we can get you in with a cover, but the Americans are being annoying recently - you might...

"Not exactly how they taught it in the academy..." Witch grumbles under her breath as the Latina moans out at his touch. "Who the fuck are you people? Do you have any idea who-" The man begins to sputter in indignant fury before Witch whacks him in the back of the head with her pistol. "Of...

Reuger chuckles, shifting so she can be atop him, rather than lying on the cold stones. "Only a taste of what's in store, my dear. So, can we consider this an acceptance of my proposal?"