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My head ached from the impossibility of it – and because every time I looked away from her, she looked like her, my Airelle. It was as though someone had painted Airelle, and someone had then painted that painting, and then again and again – I knew it wasn’t her, and yet if my eyes were half-closed or she were only seen out of the corner of my eye, I hoped.
We were bloodbound, she was beautiful, and I hated her.
And then she pushed her slender pale hand beneath the black leather of my armor and took hold of my soft c**k.
“You hope to enspell me?”
She smiled placatingly. “You wanted to see my magic – and I wanted to show you.”
She stroked me as any temple w***e could have done – was she as innocent as she seemed? How could anyone be so naive? If it had been anyone else doing what sh
