Four, if she counted herself. The Joy of Justice was glowing with an inner fire, and she thought she could see two twinkling eyes staring back at her from within it. This was too much magic all at once. Cloudberry was still a beginner after all, and had no real way to control these newfound powers. The cave began to shudder, and stalactites of ice fell from the ceiling as the icy walls pulsed and scintillated with light. Almost like the cave itself was experiencing the same convulsing orgasm as the Tiefling. Cloudberry could only run. As babe she ran she scooped up the book, the Volume of Vespertine Values, and carried it with her outside. Up the stairs, out the temple, onto the island itself as the stairway shuddered and broke, leaving no way down. Or up. She stopped to catch her breath. In her hands, the book and the ball gag. But nothing else, and her naked body shivered against the wind. It was cold, and goosebumps formed on her arms and legs. Cold but not… freezing. Looking up, she saw that the ice had now melted and the island was no longer landlocked by ice. There was a large lake surrounding the small island, and no sign of any snowstorms. She needed a boat. “Just how long was I in there!?” She sank down onto the grass, not a patch of snow in sight. Out of the frying pan, into the fire. How was she going to get off this island? Out over the lake, a face handjob bobbed to the surface of the water, watching her with mischievous eyes before disappearing beneath the waves with a flick of iridescent scales and fins. THE END…? OUR BEAUTIFUL HEROINE FINDS HERSELF IN QUITE A FEW PREDICAMENTS, DOESN’T SHE? HOW WILL SHE GET OFF THE ISLAND AND CONTINUE HER QUEST? AND WHO OR WHAT IS THAT MYSTERIOUS FIGURE? During a short summer break, I was spending a week driving around the west of Scotland and had booked a couple of nights on the Isle of Skye. For years considered a dramatic destination with romantic overtones, nowadays of course you don’t so much go “over the sea to Skye” as you go “over the bridge” to it – paying a hefty toll for the privilege - and this does tend to diminish the sense of romantic isolation. Nevertheless, the scenery when you get there is just as romantic and as dramatic as it ever was. I had booked into a small private guest-house hotel somewhat off the beaten track, partly for the added romance of its remoteness but also for its location in the north of the island, not far from the “Old Man of Storr”, a conspicuously phallic granite outcrop some 535m high. Just like so many passing tourists, I had seen it from a distance but never up close and I thought that the healthy trek up to it from the road might be rewarding. That was my plan for tomorrow anyway. 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It was all rather eerie and I ate my wholesome Scottish farmhouse dinner alone and in an awkward silence, while the locals continued their conversation in murmurs of Gaelic, interrupted by the occasional burst of laughter and a glance in my direction – which just made me feel even more uncomfortable. Afterwards, I retired to the comfort of the lounge, after first ordering a good 20 year-old malt whiskey from the bar – making sure that I did not give the locals grounds for offence by adulterating it with anything like ice, even though I would have preferred it that way! Slumped in a deep arm-chair by the fire, filled with my meal and warmed by the scotch, I began to feel mellow and rather sleepy. She held out her hands to me and helped me stand, the corsage looking perfect on my wrist. 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Hope you are ready to pleasure two very horny women tonight.” And Megan was off on another tangent. But I didn't think about getting done so quickly and a lot of people were still here. She's got a juicy pussy,” I purred. Susy looked over to see Beth grinding against Logan. I’d never though that you could even get hickeys anywhere other than your neck until now. In the semi-darkness of the part draw curtains, she reached to undo my shirt, she eased it off, then kissed my chest, her kisses exploring all over me.Then, she sat on the bed, as her fingers were busy undoing my trousers. Feeling ravenous, I pulled my lips from her and instead wrapped them around one of her nipples, while Brunette the arm I had under her to hold her, I used to reach around and start tweaking her other nipple. As I stood there with a hardon more than a good inch bigger than his. Laura smiles for the camera. Walking into the apartment Sarah asks me for my phone. 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