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1 / 8 Demonthorn Chapter 17 Gortelesque groaned in his sleep. He had not slept well since the intrusion Below. Jolie felt sorry for him. He had the weight of an entire world to set free on his shoulders and he had nobody to help him that was worth a damn except her. She was sitting up in bed, looking over the plans the Warmaster had drawn up for the final confrontation between the forces of good and evil. They were shit. They provided no contingencies and were basically a mass attack until either the demons were all dead or the Valkyries were. The worst part was that they planned on attacking at Ravencrag, their biggest stronghold. Even if they managed to defeat the Valkyries there, they would not have the strength to withstand the Paladins. Even though the latest raids had been calculated to reduce their power, they still had an army of religious fanatical knights. Jolie rubbed the bridge of her nose and the scars on her body glowed more brightly. "Couldn't sleep?" Joli...
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Founders Ch. 50

50: Monday July 20, 22:30 hours CST: Reentry Zach entered Trigonometry's shared bedroom. The women were sitting in a circle, wearing their bathrobes, talking and joking. Chatter among the wives died. Colby looked over her shoulder and said, "You're home early." Anming, across the circle from Colby and facing Zach, quietly rose to her knees and dropped her bathrobe. She dutifully displayed her exquisite almond body, her small dark brown teats, and the wild muff he loved. Her gaze, intense and hopeful, dropped shyly. The ultrablack circlet around her neck was stark against her perfect skin. From across the room, her scars were undetectable. The women, who had all been looking at him, their gaze dropped. His cock was coming to life in his scrub pants. Colby turned back around to follow his gaze. "Oh, right," she said. The other women got on their knees and faced him. Colby turned around to face him and dropped her robe next with a pained look that confused Za...
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Moonfall

One of the duke's grooms appeared to take my horse as I pulled Roan to a stop. "Welcome, Sir Archer," the slight, brown-haired boy said as he took Roan by the halter and held him steady while I dismounted. I couldn't recall the lad's name, but knew he'd cared for Roan before. "Thank you, my young squire," I replied with a friendly smile to cover my lapse in memory, causing the boy to grin. Though his help and good care of Roan was expected by his master, His Grace the Duke of Willow, I handed him a penny anyway. "Take good care of Roan for me." The boy's grin bloomed into a full smile as he took the silver, thumbnail sized coin. "Thank you, Sir Archer! I will! Shall I call for someone to announce you?" I ruffled the boy's hair. We were in a time of peace and the castle's fortifications were lightly manned. The duke would order the lowering of the portcullis tonight, but as it was still early afternoon, and I was know...
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