mercy winged victory

Noah piloted his clone, having it dodge the oncoming storm of attacks. He could have easily beheaded them from behind, ending their life with their final moments being fear and confusion, but he wanted to study his opponent. The more skilled they were, the more useful an asset they might be. Common trash could be executed, but it would be a waste to kill a potential ally. This warrior was fast and experienced, blending their rapid and complex movements perfectly. Yet, despite their skill, Noah kept his clone out of their range.

After a few spurts his cock stopped orgasming and started to soften again in her mouth. Suckling on his cock until it had returned to its original size, Sarah moved down to his balls and began to give them the same treatment. Almost roughly she reached underneath his thighs and brought them forward, sucking in both at once into her mouth. She sucked and slurped, rolling his balls around her mouth with her tongue. Sarah was desperate, coercing his cum factories to produce another round of fun for her.

He attacked Ingram, and the two went at it again, exchanging kicks and punches while the audience cheered them on. The winged fighters were throwing everything they had at each other, with adrenaline flooding their veins and the blood steaming as it flowed from their wounds. Every lesson they had ever learned, every technique they had acquired, every spark of experience they had, they directed into their moves, punching and kicking as hard as they could, with mana roaring around their limbs.