The pleasure kept coursing through me. Porn Perhaps a spell. “Gods, that’s wonderful,” purred Angela as she sank lower and lower on Chaun’s cock. There were no words. The tender welt seared across my knuckles vanished. I was unable to stand properly. Already Angela of the Knights Deute, bastard descendant of the despicable High King Peter, had defeated my sister Injuriae, forcing her to submit and pleasure the bitch. It was a pure melody that reached through the room. Agony shot through my body. Angela’s pussy slid off Chaun’s still hard cock. His lips were tender as they kissed me, his hands stroking me. “Yes,” I gasped in Elvish as my orgasm rippled through me.
