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The four four-winged rocks felt something was wrong and they all panicked. One by one, they all stood from their nests and flapped their wings as they flew out of the cave. They were so fast that they didn't even notice that they had passed Soheila, Sirene, and Hector. The water type Four-winged rock was releasing water to remove the black fire along the way. Soheila smirked when she saw the four birds out of their sight, She whispered, "Success!" Soheila looked at Sirene and Soheila who were sweating so hard. However, they didn't even stink at all!

I should have run. She laughs, short and hard. “Oh, the look on your face! You all assume the same thing. No wings, but enough like the dragons to make us illusionists. The qualifications for becoming one of those monster’s soldiers, a hunter. That was the first word that popped into your head, wasn’t it?” She takes a step forward and my wings quiver with the urge to jump back. But hunters have ways to keep those with wings grounded. “Well, you’d be half right.” Her grin grows. “What do you mean?” I ask, my voice a pathetic squeak. “Half right?”

Temi whimpered, her pussy clenching at the dirty words. Femi yanked her long skirt up to her waist, exposing her thick thighs and the soaked white cotton panties clinging to her plump pussy lips. He ripped the panties down, revealing her shaved cunt..swollen, glistening, and leaking clear juices down her inner thighs. The musky scent of her arousal filled the small room.

Rude. The second human, thinner and less important, took the carrier. He blinked down at me, eyebrows twitching, then had the audacity to smirk. “She’s got a set of lungs, huh?” he muttered. His breath smelled like smoke and cheap coffee. “You better be worth the drama, fuzzball.” Fuzzball? Excuse me? I threw my weight against the door of the carrier with a screech that could’ve cracked glass. He jerked back like I’d grown a second head. Good. Let the lesser human know fear.

The Ninth Presbyter of the Winged race motioned one of his men to inspect the chests. The elderly Winged did as he was told. He landed and strode to the chests and opened one of them. He took out a magical shrub and a bright glow of light shone in his palm as he consumed the nourishment of the enchanted plant as it withered at a visible rate before turning into ashes. Satisfied, he opened the rest of the other chests and peered inside. When he was done, he turned around, looked up at the Ninth Presbyter, and nodded to him.

Looked at her with a twinge of unease. The robe fell around her shoulders in waves of pale pink. Feathers hemmed the cuffs. The bottom of the robe was also rimmed with feathers. Floated across the tiles in a whisper. But there was a slit in the front. Gave me a full view of her smooth leg. I felt my insides churn. "A woman of many talents. Imported goods aren't easily seen as of late. No one deems Lupitum worthy of trade."

his voice was rough, and slightly muffled like he had something in his mouth. “Sorry for calling so late, this is June.” I suddenly felt silly calling him so late, but this matter was rather pressing. “Oh, hey June, how is everything going?” Now his voice was clear. “Well if I am being honest, I am in a bit of a pickle. One of my special angels has a real demon after her, and I am afraid there may be a rat in my house.” I paused to take a breath. “The truth is the guy she is running from is very well connected, and probably one of the worst monsters I have seen. He hurt her bad Hawk. I hate to ask but until I can clean house and figure out how he located her, is there any way you would be wi

My cock twitches and throbs against our hands as my come spills around her neck, giving the illusion of a pearl necklace. "Fucking Christ, you look so damn beautiful wearing my come, little bird." I collapse beside her, leaving her with a look of complete shock. Most likely because I didn't let her come, but I warned her what would happen if she didn't fucking listen. My eyes dart to the thick globs of come coating her skin, and my fucking heart swells at the sight. It's when I admire the gooey strand around her neck that I instantly fall in love with her all over again. I don't give many girls "pearl necklaces". I save those for the special ones, just like my fucking little bird. Even as sh

He growls before commanding me to fly now unless I want to be condemned to the depths of Tartarus and made into a soulless creature. I tighten my arms against Luka as I flap my giant wings, rising us up above the soulless. The smog spreads quickly, trying to entangle us in it, but my wings send a powerful gust of wind as I take off into the air, sweeping the smog away from us.

I look like I’ve been carved from sin and starlight, and I’m so horny I could cry. I flop onto the bed, spread my legs, and start touching myself. Just a little relief. Just, fuck, I need something. The second my fingers slide through my folds, the air shimmers. Four of them step out of nowhere. Four gorgeous, terrifying, perfect demons. One is all silver skin and white horns, smirking like he owns the place. One is bronze with black wings and a forked tail that keeps flicking. One is emerald green, eyes glowing, twin tongues flicking out to taste the air.