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“Uuuuuhh…uuuuhh…ooooowwwccchhh” Carol winced softly. “Don’t stop. Keep going.” She was doing much of the work, fucking my fingers with her asshole. Carol was gasping for air. “Ohhhhh…uhuh…aaahhh…Goddamn…aahhh! Aahhh! AAAHHH!” A gush of pussy juice coated my hand as Carol’s body exploded in pleasure. The now familiar goosebumps rose on her ass as I watched her pussy drip onto the granite. I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and ass and bent down to lick her pussy. Carol moaned as my tongue explored her wet hole and played with her clit. “Eat me Jim,” Carol whispered. “Eat all of me.” I bent lower to suck her clit into my mouth, my nose practically inside her pussy. Then as before, I dragged my tongue across her pussy, her taint and across her asshole. Now when I pushed my tongue against her asshole, her anus opened and my tongue slid inside. Again, I was grossed out later, but Carol’s reaction urged me on.

Abner drew his sword, and the blade glowed with searing intensity as a sheath of lightning enveloped it. Applying elemental energy to one’s weapon was basic magic, akin to dousing a blade in oil and lighting it on fire, but this was the next stage, the true combination of warrior and elemental magic, more like a white-hot sword pulled out of a forge. It reminded Noah of plasma weapons he had used in the past, capable of cutting through steel like butter, and Aithorn’s spear techniques.

Noah started with one finger, sending his mana surging through the muscle fibers, and soon could lift it. He could still feel the headband trying to restrict him, but now he could push back. He did the same to his other fingers, soon gaining full control of his hand. The effort required was considerable, but this manner of controlling his mana was not dissimilar to how he could control his clone. Rather than something he would wear like a disguise, he simply had to think of his clone as something that existed within him, under his skin.