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“All you had to do was ask,” I chuckled to myself, shaking my head. She had no idea how those words applied to her, too. Maggie was never going to believe this, when I told her. Our regular girl, Isabella, wasn't half as feminine looking and hot as Rachel was, and her dick was even smaller than mine! Here we'd been paying for it all this time, and if I'd only known Rachel was out there somewhere, we might have been getting it for free! I wondered, did Rachel swing both ways? I knew Maggie would absolutely love that huge, thick cock of hers, every bit as much as I just had! I'd have to be careful, though... right now, Rachel thought she was doing this to me against my will, and punishing me was clearly her primary motivation for doing it. Not her only one, though... no, that kiss she'd given me at the end there had proven that! I'd just have to wait until she'd worked out most of her anger on me, first, before I could admit how much I'd truly been enjoying what she'd been doing, and I could ask her if she'd allow Maggie to come watch, or maybe even join in! I wriggled a little on the table, trying to stretch as much as I could in my restraints. I wasn't sure how long Rachel was planning to keep me tonight, and I didn't want to develop a cramp! I passed the time looking at her extensive collection of toys on the walls, imagining all the fun we might have. I was already anxious for her to get back, so we could get started on round two! I wondered, would she maybe make me suck her cock this time? I would love that, but probably not, I thought. Not until she was certain I was thoroughly under her control would she let that big, beautiful cock of hers anywhere near my teeth! But that was okay—taking it up my ass again was definitely fine by me!

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.

He conjured a gas mask and metal canister from his ring, alchemically-formed, as was the carbon monoxide within. Any time the two brothers separated, Noah would creep up beside Falco and spray him with the gas. Odorless and colorless, Falco was completely unaware, mistaking the air on his face for the wind, with Noah using his mana to conceal the sound of the gas being released. It wouldn’t leave lasting damage, nor was it a threat to the crowds, but the more Falco breathed it in, the weaker he became.