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The pleasure was as strong as ever but she was slowly able to clear her mind enough to move. Her hands began stroking the other husk cocks as well. The witch worked them as quickly as she could, encouraged by their moans of enjoyment. Two-thirds of her husks still remained and crowded around her. She had plenty left to go. Aside from her boots and collar, the witch was completely naked now. Alicia began pushing back against the two husks fucking her, pressing herself even deeper on their cocks and bouncing along them.

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

The items being a dagger, rope, key and torch. The use of the torch allows the witch to project their astral self and leaviing physical in order to better explore a path of enlightenment. (They do this by tapping on their shadow, granting it the ability to move by itself whille theior physical body has to keep their focus in meditation) The key allows one to gain absolute and totl knowledge of magic.

I wished that someday, she could feel the taste of freedom, away from the wrath of the people, away from fear. I promised not to waste this opportunity. I will use this chance to bring back our right to live. To prove that not all witches are wicked, that not all evils are pure evil. If being a queen would give you the power to this land, Ameril must fall for me at all costs.

The last thing I needed was more trouble. By afternoon, the trees thinned out and the path joined a bigger road. I saw other travelers. A group of young mages chatting about academy entrance tests. A merchant with a cart full of glowing potions. I joined the flow of people, keeping my head down and listening. "Did you hear about the witch at the werewolf execution?" one mage whispered to his friend. "They say she grew dragon wings and disappeared. The Alpha King is furious. He has patrols out everywhere." I kept my face blank and walked past them. My heart beat faster. Kael really was not giving up. Good thing I looked nothing like the girl they burned at the stake.

The huge wolf took a step forward, that was all I needed to turn my back to the wolf and dash off as fast as my legs could carry me but it was of no use, they couldn't carry me as far as I would have loved them to, I wasn't fast enough because it only took a second for the huge wolf to close the gap between us. I turned back and saw it fucking close to me, I screamed and lost my footing. I fell to the floor and before I could even think of standing up, the huge black wolf's teeth was already close to my neck. My eyes widened in fear, my mouth parted wide open, fear clawing it way into my heart, I let out a huge scream, closing my eyes. I jumped up from the floor, sitting up, my chest heaving

Without a word, she reached forward—gripping the witch’s wounded arm with both hands. The witch’s smirk faltered. “What are you—” With a brutal yank, Raven tore the limb clean off. A bone-chilling scream erupted from the witch as she thrashed, her body arching in agony. Blood sprayed across the ground, the smell thick in the air. Raven tossed the severed arm aside like it was nothing more than a discarded piece of meat. The witch gasped, her body trembling violently. “Arghhhh! You—” Raven grabbed her by the collar and slammed her head into the tree, silencing her.

Dane instructed. White flour made from a kind of rock which is found only on a mountain peak was brought out. Paste of red mushrooms was mixed with one portion of the flour to make a paste. A symbol of a pentagram, triple moon and solar cross were drawn on all directions around the pier with dry flour. The paste of the red mushrooms is placed in the middle of these drawings. They draw a spiral circle connecting all the drawings. Once all the drawings are connected, a white light appeared around the witch, whose body started to release a green smoke. The white light contained the green smoke, which is believed to be the essence of the witch. "You will pay for this" the witch vowed.

I wonder as I try to pull away again but to no avail. "I'm sorry. "I whisper before saying the incantation that releases his hand and throws him across the lawn; he hits the grass as I run to the door, another growl sounding out, but this time no screams follow. I twist the handle frantically. Mom, grandma, where are you? The door is closed, and it does not budge. I step back, take a deep breath, and whisper another spell to open the door, but it repels, striking me; I stumble back before regaining my footing. That is right because all werewolves have their witches who protect them. I grunt, feeling the side effects of the repelled spell. The growl sounds again as I start pounding on the doo

Alpha Throwing his glass across the room he watches it shatter onto the floor with the liquid running into the wall with a frown on his face. He's thinking how in the hell did I get associated with a bunch of useless people that can't do anything without messing up? It was a simple job, a very simple job, kill the witches, get rid of their bodies, and everyone will be happy but no that wasn't the case, instead, they mess up at every turn when it comes to this mission.