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“AAAAHHH…fuck yeah! Keep doing that! Please Jim, keep eating my ass like that!” I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards me. My tongue slid so far inside her my lips surrounded her anal opening. I remember thinking that her ass didn’t taste bad at all. I started plunging my tongue in and out of her asshole. Carol was loving it. “OHHHH…OHHH…OHHHMYGODDDD!” She came again almost instantly, her sphincter squeezing my tongue as she came. I could feel her rapid pulse on my tongue as she squeezed.

The next morning, Valia stood in the garden behind her home, overgrown after a year of neglect, but still beautiful. She held her sword out in front of her, breathing deeply. Step by step, she underwent the Dance of the Ivunara, an elvish custom performed before battle, as well as for exercise. It was a war dance to ease the body’s mana flow and loosen the muscles. Each day was easier, and she felt like she almost back to her old self.

Noah continued punching the bag in her place. “Since when has it ever been fair? When I was in Handent, I fought a Profane who forced me to fake my death in order to escape, and another captured me like a fly in a web. In Welindar, the battle was lost because I failed to kill Kaisen before he could transform. This is the struggle of fighting against the Profane, the struggle of being outclassed and overpowered. In this war, surviving with just a bruised ego is victory enough. You stood up to that monster, you fought, you survived.