jack frost and the easter bunny

She once again bent down and wrapped her lips around his cock and started to suck. She wanted to drink her dad like a straw, but unfortunately there wasn’t much more to have just yet. Desperate for more of her father’s essence, she licked the tip with flicks of her tongue, then with long swirls, while suctioning the head. Her other hand squeezed the base of his cock harder, keeping it angled as close to her mouth as she could as it throbbed steadily with the beat of his heart. Small drips of precum started to form at head of his penis, but with a single swipe of her tongue they were gone. It wasn’t enough.

He reached into his inner self, feeling his energy circulating through his system, and began upping the intensity. By increasing one’s energy flow like this, a magic user could gather their strength for a spell quicker and easier. The problem was that doing it wasted energy and resulted in fatigue. Before a race, a sprinter might hop up and down or jog in place to get their blood flowing faster, allowing them to reach their peak earlier, but if they did it too much, they might find themselves out of breath when they needed it.

“Because I was like you when I was young. My ego was as great as my powers, and I did awful things because I thought right and wrong didn’t apply to me. Then, when I was finally put on the right path and looked at myself, the guilt was unbearable, eating away at me like a swarm of goblins. My mentor, my predecessor as Light’s Emissary, helped me bear my pain and taught me to carry the guilt instead of dragging it behind me.