The Sorenson’s got a letter from their boy saying he was in debt to slavers, and he disappeared around the same time Tera did. Didn’t take much conjecture to put two-and-two together to figure Tera got him roped into some kind of scheme. She’s involved with Night Eyes, and no good’s ever come from dealings with that killer.” “That explains why everyone gave us a death-stare when Flora mentioned Tera,” Mom said to Aunt Lucilla, “how she knows a succubus ring-fighter is beyond me.” “If your smart, you’ll keep that woman’s name in the back of your mouth,” the dwarf said quietly, “the folk here are good folk, but Good Mother knows Tera might as well be the devil to ‘em.” “A dwarf following the maternal path?” Mom asked incredulously, smiling at the old man, “Did I just hear that right?” “It’s not too uncommon,” the dwarf said, “judging by the hue of your hair, Miss, I’d say someone in your lineage was a bit short of stature, and judging by the necklace you’re wearing, I’d say he may have followed the path himself.” He looked at Mom with a twinkle in his eye, “But judging by the amount of chest you’re showing, I’m betting that necklace is mostly just for show, ain’t it?” “Now, Mister!” Mom said, gaping with smiling indignation, “I’ll have you know that I was once a sister of The Holy Mother, and on my path to matronage!” “And somewhere along the path, a tight-fitting turtleneck got in your way,” the old man said slyly, winking at Aunt Lucilla, “and suddenly chastity didn’t seem like such a great destination.” “It’s like you’ve known us for years,” Aunt Lucilla laughed, and then extended her hand, “I’m Lucy, this is Jules, and this Diamond.” Lucilla said, altering their names, but keeping mine the same. I was about to ask why she did that, but Mom’s squeeze on my knee told me to keep quiet. “Jules and Diamond, eh?” the dwarf chuckled, extending his hand to Mom, and then myself, “Aptly-named women! I’ve got to ask, before my curiosity kills me; what exactly are you, Diamond?” “I’m half-nymph, half-elf!” I proclaimed proudly. “Now, I’m no biologist,” the old man smiled, “but from my understanding, a mixture of nymph and elf yields a dawn-elf, not an antlered, young beauty such as yourself.” “My sister is a bit of an anomaly,” Mom grinned back, squeezing my knee again, “but that’s what happens when your father is an incubus.” “Ah, say no more, say no more!” the old man laughed, “I’ve traveled the world and seen many-a-wonder, and none so unique as the mishap offspring of shape-shifters. Why, I once met a lad without a finger on his hand, but he was still the most popular woman’s masseuse in Glendinar, if you catch my drift?” “I think we follow.” Mom chuckled as I looked inquisitively to Aunt Lucilla. She explained the joke with a rude gesture, and I giggled delightedly once I made the connection. “So, what’s a fine trio of ladies such as yourselves doing in Towerhead?” Arby asked. “We’re on our way to Drastin, of course,” Aunt Lucilla laughed, “you don’t think Towerhead is our destination?” “I don’t know, there’s a fine lot of things to do in Towerhead,” the dwarf smiled slyly, “why, it’s the number-one suicide destination in all of Drastinar!” “They certainly take great pains to cultivate the proper atmosphere,” Mom laughed, “what’s your name, inn keeper?” “Most people just call me ‘Arby,’” Arby said, “so, Arby will do fine for ya, as far as names go.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Arby,” Aunt Lucilla smiled, “and if your beds are as wonderful as your company, I’m sure our money will be well spent.” “The beds are hard as rocks and the draft will turn your nipples to spearpoints!” Arby laughed, slamming a Japanese Porn bottle of whisky onto the counter, “But the liquor’s cheap as sand and the beds are even cheaper!” “Your advertising is superb!” Mom laughed, “How are you still in business?” “I have a great slogan,” Arby chuckled, pouring the whisky into four small glasses, “it goes: ‘The Towerhead Inn; this is the only inn in Towerhead.’” “How can anyone refuse such hospitality?” Aunt Lucilla giggled as she took a shot in her hand, “You’d be surprised,” Arby chuckled as he slid a glass to Mom, “I’ve had many customers choose the stables after five minutes with me.” “But you’re such a charmer!” Aunt Lucilla exclaimed, drinking all the liquor in one gulp and then wiping her lips. “You’ve only been here Asian Girls Fucking three minutes,” the wash boy chuckled as he mopped the floor, “Arby’s still got two more to drive you away.” “Oh, blow it out your ass, Nate!” Arby yelled with a smile. “You better not let Arby serve you his soup,” Nate grinned at us, “or that’s exactly what you’ll be doing.” “Gross!” I giggled, and somehow found myself sharing a smile with Nate. Do nothing? As humiliating as it is, I just keep telling myself that I’ve been through all of this already and made it out ok. OH!?” Leona's question died on her lips as she felt the thick flat cock head of her futa mother press against her ass. Get that damn capsule open, prepare the med-bay." I wish I remembered her name, it started with a "J" or an "H" or a "G", either way it was as exotic as she. I wondered if I would ever get to try this in her asshole? Maybe he wasn't as much of an idiot as I thought he was. What do you think, Hon,” she said. I’ll leave you Japanese Porn to think about what you’ve done. Susan could see the dog to her side and watched in total awe as t first the red tip showed before the cock started to emerge from the hairy sheath and rapidly growing in size. Oh it was so dirty but the time was right and she knew she was going to try it once the thought Asian Girls Fucking was complete in her mind. After returning late from dinner we all agreed we were tired and went to bed. “We need a bed.