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Summoning a Mage

One ripped my bodice to roughly roll my breast. Gripping it while I writhed, trying to get away from the harsh touch.

His other hand lifted my skirts while two others forced my thighs apart.

I flailed but he managed to wedge himself between my legs.

I considered calling to Lionel for help, but I knew that with my cruel response this afternoon, he’d be trailing far enough behind now, not to hear me.

For awhile.

The goblin’s dark skin shined with a pearlescent hue, blooming red and then returning as he flushed with arousal. His long thick member began stretching. Lengthening into the size of a small arm. Stretching like a tentacle as I fought to close my legs. I felt the spiked tip brushing through my lips and forcing between as it strained my entrance, ready to slam in until reaching my womb.

He’d barely have to thrust to spill his vile seed.

I needed help. Or this was going to hurt.

It would take me weeks, if not months to heal.

If I live.

Nearby I saw a puddle.

Still gasping for brea
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