Of course then I ended up having to wait until after Artimos dutifully cleaned Apollon’s cock before I could get my own instructions. However when I did leave it was with the satisfaction of witnessing one goddess broken by her master and thus turned into the obedient bitch she was truly destined to be. Still once my consciousness returned to my body little of that mattered. My focus for now was to be only learning everything I could about not only this fortress but the oracles themselves. After that only the incidents in the other realm related to the mission were of importance to me. I knew it was best not to be distracted by irrelevant matters given the risks I was facing. The danger I faced began with getting inside of not this fortified way station but the tunnels beneath it. Next I needed to gain access to the oracles themselves. Besides getting access to the oracles I wanted to actually observe them using their abilities. I had gotten the idea of disguising myself as an worshiper of Pallus. We had seen several already making the pilgrimage to worship at the Main Temple. Given my own history I already had enough experience to be able to pull off the deception easily enough. Though to be truthful I was wishing not to having to resort to this tactic partly out of pride and partly due to another personal reason. Still since these reasons were over shadowed by the importance of the cause they were pushed aside as I began to prepare first mentally. Of course while I was making these preparations I continued to scout the tunnels with the seeing crystal. Since I wouldn’t be able to do anything else until the next day anyway it was decidedly going to be the best use of my time. The next day however was a different story. I put my plan in motion homemade just before the Dawn and began chanting several different spells. As they entered-mingled and merged together my form changed into that of an old man. Then I chanted my next spell and transported myself several miles away to an empty section of road. After casting a bald final spell to disguise my staff as a walking stick I began slowly walking as the horizon kink began fetish to brighten. Midday I stood at the bridge across the canyon. After paying a silver coin for safe passage I started to walk across while my eyes search all around me. While most of my attention was definitely on the bowmen that were positioned all around me I still looked alternative for signs of other military activity. A week later Hailey had completely forgotten all about her call with Julie as she led the mastiff down the path to the cottage. There was a wet, sucking kind of sound and when she removed her hands from beneath her skirt one was holding a silver egg-shaped vibrator, slick with her juices, its humming much more pronounced now that it was out in the open. Felicia asked suddenly. I licked around the base to no alternative effect, then tried the top and found it was sensitive like a cock head. “You are a witch then, to be sure!” I asserted. My fetish heart bald beat so fast as I stood before my parents' door. I grinned like a foolish boy. kink "Hey Katie, could you help me find my next class?" It would almost seem wrong if she didn’t too, and if he rejected her, she could blame her actions on the feeding frenzy. Across the hall, Jolie's door had a similar 'J' but in green with gold polka dots. I wasn’t even in my cell. Her cheek fell to the ground and she moaned shamelessly, bucking her hips back onto the thrusting digits. I set up the destination, before I rise up the bike’s cane and I pulls the throttle, heading to the DevTech. I sucked so hard. Why was I feeling anything like this for my daddy? Scales slithered together, that dry caress. One sat on my face and cum gushed all over my face. Irena was still laying on top of me. Her skin soft and warm rubbing up against my own skin. Fantasizing about fucking a succubus is different than actually doing, and facing a goblin in your mind came with the lack of an associated smell. “I didn't know you were bi.” He shrugged, putting on a soft face but still challenging me with his eyes. He rolled his eyes in dismay, “Well, it’s in western Tennessee about sixty miles north of Memphis and I kind of assumed you’d want to attend the wedding.” I waited for a few seconds before getting homemade the expected, “WHAT?” I was growing used to the scent of my own hot cunt. Jim was stunned at what he saw and it took him a minute to comprehend that Lucy was riding her brother’s cock, cowgirl style. "You told me you wanted to see Cindy."